Dragutin drove his beloved Ford along the highway out of town.

On both sides of the road, the Serbian soldiers who were moving in the opposite direction looked at the car strangely as it did not retreat, but drove towards the collapsed front line.

This suspicion became even thicker, especially when the soldiers noticed the epaulettes of Dragutin.

Dragutin ignored the soldiers, just humming a ditty and continuing to drive the car out of the city.

As soon as he drove out of the city, the number of soldiers on the side of the road was greatly reduced, and Dragutin drove off the road and along the railroad tracks to a railway bridge. He parked the car at the bridge, then turned off the engine and threw the car keys out the window.

The metallic flash of the key immediately disappeared from the railing of the railroad bridge, and there was no trace of it at all.

Dragutin picked up the wine and silver cigarette case placed in the passenger seat, opened the door and stepped out of the car, sat on the front lid of the car, and leisurely crossed Erlang's legs.

On the other side of the bridge, on the other side of the mountain, you can see billowing smoke, which is the handiwork of the Austro-Hungarian war queen troops. Judging from the sound of artillery from afar from time to time, there were still Serbian troops at the front line resisting, but Dragutin knew that these were only futile struggles.

From the moment the witch was killed, Serbia had already lost the war.

"Hmph, I didn't think the granddaughter of the foolish Conrad was quite capable." With that, Dragutin bit the cork of the bottle with his teeth and pulled it out with all his might. The rich fragrance immediately filled his nostrils, and he brought the bottle close to the tip of his nose and inhaled hard.

"Sure enough, it's good wine, the merchant didn't lie to me."

This wine was bought by Dragutin a few years ago, ready to wait for Serbia to gain "true independence", and now, even if Serbia has a chance in the future, he Dragutin probably can't see it. So the time has come for this bottle to do its duty.

Dragutin gulped down a good wine that was worth half a year's food for a poor family, and drank half a bottle in one go.

Then he placed the bottle on the edge of the car's bonnet, leaned against the car's windshield, then picked up the silver cigarette case, opened it gently, and pulled out a thick cigar from it and put it in his mouth.

Authentic Havana cigars, a high-end product that Dragutín got his hands on during his travels in Spain, and he has always been careful to keep the cigars dry in recent years, and has been reluctant to smoke them.

He bit off one end of his cigar and lit the fire.

"Damn, the taste has changed."

In fact, Dragutin didn't know what an authentic Havana cigar should taste like, but the taste of the cigar was not as great as he imagined, so he made an excuse for the number one cigarette in the world in his careful mind.

For the rest of the day, Dragutin smoked a cigar and drank a good wine that had been treasured for many years, quietly waiting for the Austrian army.

As he waited, he couldn't help but think about what would have happened if he had made a different decision a few days ago.

Dragutin is proposing an armistice to Austria-Hungary