War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Albrecht has been in the War Ministry for such a long time, and although his combat capability has not improved at all, his eloquence has improved a lot.

Albrecht shut up Prinsky with just one sentence, and the latter had no way to refute it, especially from a military perspective, it was simply impeccable.

Plinsky was unable to convince the other party, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief. At least the worst outcome did not happen, and he did not have to worry about the vanguard being wiped out.

At this time, Plinsky asked a question.

"Do you know where the Tsar's main force is?"

Albrecht shook his head. The communication from the Russian side was really poor.

"Maybe he just left Moscow."

Prinsky's heart suddenly died. By the time the main force of the Russian army arrived, the Ottomans had already made preparations for defense. All the hard work of the past few months would probably be wasted.

Of course, it was impossible for Prinski to pursue the Ottomans alone. At this time, his troops had suffered heavy casualties and their supplies were basically exhausted. Rushing forward would be tantamount to committing suicide.

Plinsky had no choice but to accept the advice of Albrecht, who didn't like defense at all, he liked offense.

If the Austrian Imperial Army had not chosen to stop the pursuit, Albrecht might have likely achieved an epic victory.

However, according to Franz, the Ottoman Empire's army could not be called an opponent at all, and the strategic goal of the Austrian Empire was to achieve victory while weakening the Ottoman Empire as little as possible.

Albrecht sighed. Political games are really troublesome.

But he was not a war maniac. The military education he received since childhood prevented him from questioning the orders of his superiors.

Franz also offered generous rewards to the soldiers and officers. As long as the war was victorious and the Austrian Empire achieved its goals, they would be able to get land in Wallachia and Moldavia.

Using military personnel to strengthen the border has always been Franz's strategy for the Balkans. The Balkans are a special region with a chaotic situation and a tough folk customs, so immigrants who either lack power or abuse their power are not suitable.

The military is a violent machine controlled by the state. Even veterans and military dependents have to obey the state's orders to a certain extent, so it is just right to put them here.

Albrecht had no problem with Franz's orders, but if the Ottomans crossed the line, it would not be his fault.

This time, the Austrian Empire dispatched more than 300,000 troops, and it had no problem wiping out the main force of the Ottoman Empire.

However, these troops were scattered everywhere, from Belgrade to Wallachia, from Moldavia to Dobruja, from Bosnia to Albania.

The focus of defense was only Belgrade and Wallachia. After all, the army could not directly attack the Austrian Empire from other areas.

His confidant Alexandru Ion Cuza was the founder of Greater Romania, and the presence of such a person made Franz uneasy.

In the palace of the Grand Duke of Moldavia, Grigore Alexandru Ghika was enjoying the air of the Turkish bath, and his fatigue from a hard day's work was slowly dissipating.

At this time, his confidant Alexandru Ion Cuza kicked open the door of the bathroom rudely despite the obstruction of the guards outside the door.

No matter how well-mannered Grigory was, he couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"Count Cuza, what are you going to do!?"

At this time, the two guards took the opportunity to rush over and pinned Count Kuza to the ground.

"Archduke, the Austrian Empire has invaded!"

"How is this possible? Why wasn't there any news before?"

Grigore wanted to unify Romania, so he always regarded the Austrian Empire as his imaginary enemy. He felt that he knew Austria's movements very well.

And the most crucial thing is that there are high mountains between Moldavia and the Austrian Empire, making it almost impossible for the latter to launch a large-scale invasion.

If he passed through Wallachia, it would be impossible for him not to receive any news at all.

"The Austrians are coming along the Danube! Galati has fallen, and they are heading for the capital, Siya!"

(Galaţi, a river port city in Moldavia.)

Franz had been preparing for the plan to attack Moldavia for many years. He knew the local troop deployment, routes of action, and even the daily routines very well.

When the Austrian Imperial Navy fleet arrived at the port of Galati carrying a large number of Austrian soldiers, the locals didn't even know what was happening.

The local army in Galati had not even completed its assembly when the local government had already chosen to surrender, and many people became prisoners of the Austrian army in their sleep.

The Austrian army that arrived in Galati immediately marched towards the main cities and strategic nodes of Moldavia according to the original plan, with the first to be attacked being Iasi, the capital of Moldavia.

"How many Austrians have come? Where are they?"

Grigore waved his hand to signal the guards to let go of Count Kuza.

“I don’t know how many people have come from Austria. I just received the news, but now there are Austrian troops everywhere. Some people even say that the Austrian troops did not stay in the country at all and have already headed towards Dobruja.

The Austrians are coming with such force this time, probably because of the Transylvanian incident. Your Excellency, you should stay away for now."

After Count Kuza's reminder, Grigore finally understood the current situation.

In his eyes, the Austrians had been persecuting the Transylvanian Romanians in the name of suppressing bandits, and as one of the main supporters of the Transylvanians, he would naturally be targeted by the Austrian Empire.

Moldavia sheltered many Transylvanians who opposed the Austrian Empire. They should be another target of the Austrians, so the Austrian army was scattered everywhere.

Grigory Alexandru Ghika has strong personal abilities and the awareness of a leader.

"Count Cuza, please take my wife and children and leave, and tell my compatriots to leave Iasi and leave Moldavia.

Then live and keep the flame alive for Greater Romania."

Count Cuza asked somewhat puzzled.

"Archduke, why don't you take your wife with you? I will stay and hold the Austrians back."

"No, the Austrians want me. If I am not dead, they will not give up. You are younger than me, there is still hope.

You said I was the beacon of the Romanian nation, so let me light the way for you in the end!"