War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

In the simple military tent, Marshal Radetzky seemed unhurried, and Countess Judith was also a master at this.

However, Countess Judith didn't say anything, and Marshal Radetzky didn't ask. The two parties drank tea from morning to evening, and the cannons outside had been ringing all day long. Until now, there were only sparse sounds.

Countess Judith finally couldn't help but said.

"Dear Marshal Radetzki, even if you don't think about your soldiers, you should think about the Austrian Empire.

War is not the only way to solve the problem, we can negotiate, which Mr. Bellevue believes will be beneficial to both sides. "

Marshal Radetzky did not speak, and Countess Judith was not discouraged. She knew that the other party was waiting for a price, so she continued.

In the eyes of Countess Judith, a perverted old man who is still having an affair at the age of seventy-eight must not be able to resist her temptation.

"What do you mean?"

One thousand kilograms of gold was equivalent to more than three million francs = 120,000 pounds at this time.

Another reason why Countess Judith wanted to leave Sardinia was that she knew better than anyone else the practices of liberals and nationalists.

Countess Judith stared blankly in the direction of Turin. She did not expect that the capital of the Kingdom of Sardinia would fall so easily, and that the elites that Bellvi boasted would be so vulnerable.

Radetzky still didn't speak, Countess Judith frowned and said.

"In addition, Mr. Bellevue is also willing to provide financial compensation to your country. To show his sincerity, Mr. Bellevue asked me to bring a thousand kilograms of gold on the carriage."

The village woman looked featureless, her hands were covered with calluses, and her strong arms were about the same size as Countess Judith’s waist.

Yes, this is Marshal Radetzki's mistress.

Countess Judith was a little confused. Could it be that there was insufficient money? Or is this person in front of him really a loyal minister of the Austrian Empire?

"Is there anything else you are dissatisfied with about these conditions?"

"Mr. Bellevue can hand over half of the land of the Kingdom of Sardinia to your country in exchange for peace."

Although Marshal Radetzki had issued an order to expel guests, Countess Judith sipped the lemon wine as if she didn't understand, and then talked to herself.

"I'm sorry for keeping my beautiful lady waiting for so long. I poop and pee a lot. Please forgive me."

The main reason why Marshal Radetzki re-employed after his retirement was that he could not afford to support his illegitimate children and mistresses, so Bellevue specifically asked Countess Judith to come.

"How have you considered that matter?"

Countess Judith's words had been very explicit, and this time Marshal Radetzki's expression changed a little.

The adjutant was not as polite as Radetzky. He stood directly at the door and made a gesture of invitation.

"Which thing? Oh! Your suggestion is very good, but as you can see, I am just a theater commander, but I will convey it to the higher ups.

Just as Countess Judith was thinking wildly, there was a sudden sound of splashing water outside.

In fact, Marshal Radetzky did this to see off the guests, but most Austrian officers would not do this. They would look at their watches directly and tell the other party that it was time to leave. However, Countess Judith is an Italian and a woman, so Marshal Radetzki used this euphemistic way.

(An important city in the southern part of the Kingdom of Asti-Sardinia.)

Countess Judith held her cheeks with one hand and her red lips were so pretty. Coupled with her delicate face and mature figure, the two guards on the side felt their throats were dry and their Adam's apple couldn't help but squirm.

Seeing Countess Judith, Marshal Radetzky said apologetically.

But Countess Judith soon came back to her senses, turned around and said with a smile on her face again.

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In fact, this so-called sincerity was not for the Austrian Empire, but a bribe for Marshal Radetzki and his subordinates.

Countess Judith was not reconciled, she stood up and said.

Countess Judith suddenly felt bad, but when she thought of the old marshal's reputation, she felt that nothing would happen to her.

If she can't find a big tree to provide shelter for her, then she will be liquidated immediately, disgraced and defenseless.

Marshal Radetzki's face was ashen.

"It's not like we don't have a chance."

Even Countess Judith, who had seen big scenes, couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth. She really didn't expect that this old man could be so carefree.

"The gunfire outside has stopped."

It took a while before the old marshal came belatedly, still smelling of lilacs.

"That's a good suggestion. We'll try it when we get to Asti."

If Mr. Bellevue becomes president, he will not openly challenge your country’s authority in the German region.”

"Marshal, are you riding a horse or riding in a car with Ms. Bellucci? For the sake of safety, I suggest you take a car. This will make it easier for us to protect you."

If you really can't, it's okay to commit yourself to the theater commander of the Austrian Empire. After all, the most important thing for a man is power and status. As for external things such as age, appearance, and nationality, they are not important.

Of course, Countess Judith also had selfish motives. It would be good if Bellevue could really return to France and become president as he said, otherwise it would also be good to be with the commander-in-chief of the Italian theater.

But her voice stopped abruptly before she could finish her words. She saw the experienced Marshal Radetzky having a good conversation with a village woman in her fifties, preparing to go to Turin for a drink in the evening.

"Mr. Bellevue actually does not oppose your country's unification of the German region. Those who oppose your country are the lackeys of the British in the Paris Parliament.

Marshal Radetzki raised his hand, the curtain of the tent was opened, smoke was rising from the city of Turin, and there were soldiers everywhere celebrating their victory happily.

"Sorry, please excuse me for a moment."

"Sorry, I'm just a theater commander and not qualified to negotiate with others. I can only convey your proposal upwards.

Besides, I think we have no chance. "

Amalfi limoncello is a drink specially served at the end of a banquet to sober up and digest food.

After all, bribing a theater commander is much easier than bribing a country, but Marshal Radetzky looked very unhappy at this time.

"What don't you like about my proposal? Just tell me what you want!"

"How can this be?"

Countess Judith decided to strike while the iron was hot, so she continued.

She felt that with her beauty, she could even go to Vienna and have a good time. At worst, she would just ride a horse to find a horse. Anyway, her reputation in the Kingdom of Sardinia was bad.

"Amalfi is really a good place, but Asti is also good. The local wine is light-bodied and has a long aftertaste. When paired with the best black truffles, you will be intoxicated for a long time."

"A winner should behave like a winner. Find me a white horse."

Leon, pour Countess Judith a glass of Amalfi limoncello. "

"Yes!" The adjutant made two gestures to the guard on the side, who immediately understood and brought a white horse and a carriage.

The old marshal mounted the white horse with great difficulty, then took off his hat, saluted his mistress who looked like a country girl, and rode into the procession.

The Austrian army quickly broke out of camp, leaving Countess Judith alone in the wind.