September 25, 1866, Central Cemetery, suburbs of Vienna

After entering September, the temperature in this city of art has gone downstairs and gradually bid farewell to the dry and heat of summer. Whenever dusk comes to night, the evening breeze will disperse the residual heat of the city with the cool breeze.

It's autumn.

The sky is filled with drizzle that can wet clothes and spirits at the same time, and the first rain since autumn has made people feel cold.

Today is a day to commemorate those dead souls.

St. Max Cemetery, the second largest cemetery in Europe. The trees are covered with green trees and marble tombstones arranged in a crisscrossing manner, there is not much sadness in the shade of green, but only tranquility and peace.

As one of the most unique musical areas in Europe, there are a large number of well-known musicians such as Mozart, Haydn, Beethoven, Schubert, Strauss and his son. Now it is 1866.

Rous is still alive and is invited to come here.

Several pedestrians in black dress walked slowly from a distance in an unknown melodious waltz. Every note in his ear vented the delicateness in the creator's heart after passing the trembling of the violin strings.

emotions.

These people have different occupations, identities and statuses, but they have one thing in common. The relatives and friends of the victims in the serial murder case more than four months ago. Today, they do not distinguish between each other and just offer a gift next to the cemetery monument.

Bouquet of flowers to mourn your loved ones and express your condolences.

Ignaz and Alina were also on the list, but the purpose was not pure.

Ignaz is for Alansha, a woman on the street of Hoinz, who is about 20 years old, and I remember being a Serbian. In fact, even Alansha herself doesn't know where she is. "Serbia" is her mother.

She has never been to a place name she said.

The reason why Alansha works on Hoinz Street is simply because her mother also works here.

But who knows that this girl with a rough life has been the spiritual sustenance of Ignaz for a long time.

"I admit that she is a good girl." Alina had already come out of that dark time, "just like Mr. Albert."

Alina came here for naturally Albert von Benedek, the eldest son of the old marshal. If nothing unexpected happens, he is likely to shine in the upcoming Pakatans-Austria War. Just accumulate ten more

With his military achievements in his years and Ludwig's support in the army, it was not difficult to be promoted to marshal.

But who knows that this imperial general who was about to become his father's successor would die inexplicably at the hands of a butcher.

People in the world can only sigh that no matter how strong the force is, it is hard to match the strips of cloth soaked in ether and the meat-cutting knife swung from behind.

"I have to admit that Mr. Albert is a heroic soldier who perfectly inherited the fine character of the old marshal." Ignaz's first half of the sentence is still whispering to each other in business, and the second half is a sudden change in the tone, "You can live a private life."

On the one hand, I will not comment.”

Alina frowned slightly, pressed her voice and followed him quickly: "What do you mean?"

"I'm just saying a fact." Ignaz's tone was gentle, and all the words could be said were expressing his dissatisfaction. "In those noble circles that had fun all day, this was no longer news, even

All Marshal Ludwig knew about it.”

"So, what exactly do you want to express after saying so much?"

"What I want to say is," Ignaz turned his face to look at his wife, and suddenly shut his mouth, "Forget it, nothing."

"What do you want to express is his attitude towards love? Or his loyalty to marriage?" Every question mark of Alina penetrated deeply into Ignaz's heart, "or he will go on every occasion

Before the front line, you will find a woman to have a good sleep?"

Ignaz knew she would be caught by her, and smiled awkwardly against the raindrops.

"I thought there was something between me and him." Alina said what he said in his heart, "So you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, I don't."

Alina smiled: "No matter whether there is or not, or how you feel in your heart, you don't seem to be qualified to give these evaluations."

"." Ignaz nodded, "Really."

Alina moved a half step to the side, stretched out the black umbrella in her hand, and looked at the vivid facial sculptures on the monument: "Even if you did that kind of wrong thing, even if only you and me are left.

After work, I will be your wife. We have been united by God, and I am not as shameless as to betray it."

The haze of the night was pressing lower, and the dense drizzle floating in the air became denser and denser. The surface of everyone's clothes was covered with a layer of cold water vapor like moss, without any intention of stopping.

"Marson." The housekeeper stood beside the wheelchair with a black umbrella and said in a low voice, "You have just recovered from a serious illness and can't stand the troubles of this kind of weather."

Ludwig leaned against the wheelchair cushion, holding a pipe in his hand: "I want to stay for a while."

A mouthful of smoke rose from his mouth, and after it overflowed from the edge of the umbrella, it lay dumbly on the umbrella surface, losing the courage to fly, allowing the raindrops that could not be seen clearly to slap themselves clean: "Besides, little

Strauss' violin solo is not something you can hear everywhere, it should be an improvisation."

The housekeeper couldn't tell him, so he had to ask a young man behind him for help: "Doctor Kavey."

More than four months have passed since the operation ended. During these four months, Kawei fully appreciated the stubbornness of the old marshal. As long as it was determined by him, it would be useless even if it was persuaded. Just like that spinal surgery

, It was also because Ludwig nodded himself to complete it.

This personality helped Kavey win the world's first intervertebral fusion surgery, but it almost ruined his life.

Spine surgery is often accompanied by many troubles. In the 19th century, when there was no postoperative security, Ludwig's postoperative conditions did occur frequently as Kawei expected.

The first is bleeding.

A large number of small bleeding points cannot be stopped by sewing, and can only rely on postoperative drainage. In the first three days, blood-red liquid would flow out from time to time, and the amount was still quite large. The bleeding itself was not a big problem, so at that time

Kawei did not do the processing.

What really needs to be treated is the incision infection after two days.

The dirty air in the bedroom spreads rapidly, the incision is difficult to heal, and the fat is liquefied, so Kawei can only choose to perform secondary debridement. Because methylene blue has been injected, most of the pain has been lost around the incision, which has done enough for debridement.

Prepare.

There was an incision of Count Moraso before as an example, and there were a large number of cases at the Municipal General Hospital for proof, but the marshal still refused to defamation.

The reason is simple and very unforgettable: "I think it's pretty good."

Putting aside the incision, it is indeed good based on his physical condition alone, but this "goodness" is based on the use of methylene blue. After five days of carrying it, the incision was completely cracked, the surroundings were red and swollen, and the depths were still

Puss appeared and the body temperature began to rise to 38 degrees.

Kawei had no choice but to use the consent form he signed at the beginning to come to Ludwig again. With the use of "all right of interpretation belongs to Kawei", he forcibly defamed Ludwig.

The debridement was quite successful, and the bone stuffed inside the vertebrae did not get infected, so the subsequent recovery was pretty good. However, after tossing, the speed of postoperative recovery was greatly slowed down, and the quality of recovery was also reduced.

It has been four months since the operation. The muscle atrophy and the corresponding rehabilitation process have made the old marshal very painful. His walking ability has not been fully recovered so far. If the road is a little further, he has to rely on a wheelchair.

"I can't do anything either." Kavey smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid that His Majesty Franz will not be able to change his decision when he stands here."

"master"

The housekeeper looked at the weak Ludwig and bent down to wrap the velvet blanket on him, not knowing what to do. The only thing he could do seemed to have already done with his habit.

At this time, a soldier blocked the military cap on his head with his hands, stepped on the muddy path, and rushed towards them.

What he brought was a piece of news, a piece of news that was enough to change the development trajectory of the entire empire.

A flash of lightning teared apart the thick dark clouds, and the thunder began to roll in the clouds, the drizzle was like a needle, and the wind gradually rose. The waltz in my ear stopped, and a pastor in front of me began to read the eulogy.

"All these are true?" Moraso looked down at the letter handed over by the soldiers, frowned, "It seems that the war is not far away."

Aidinson stood beside him and heard the news: "The old fox Bismarck actually unilaterally declared the parliament invalid. No matter how we react, it will arouse this war, which can be considered a complete teardown."

Strictly speaking, the current Austrian Empire is also part of Germany and is the presidential representative of the German Federation.

The entire German Federation is a loose alliance with no sense of existence in the Confederate Parliament. Whether you listen or not is superficial, and secret means are the real position.

From the Middle Ages to the Holy Roman Empire, and to the current Federation, along the way, many people want to put together this piece of shattered territory. Therefore, this war between Prussia and Austria is absolutely unavoidable. Who wins

Who is the master of Germany.

"It's been four months since our troops have been assembled." Moraso was very confident in the war. "The parliamentary vote initiated by Bavaria happened to be the fuse to solve the problem, and Prussia finally made up its mind."

"The Medical Committee and the Military Medical Department are also ready." Aidinson looked at Kawei, who was standing not far away through the raindrops and black umbrellas: "It's hard to say about internal medicine and logistics, but at least in surgery.

In terms of things, we have strength far surpassing each other.”

Moraso's vision also followed: "Yes, we will not lose to any military medical unit in surgery."

"When will Grand Duke Brecht let us gather?" Aidinson asked the correspondent.

"The war is not waiting for anyone, it's time tonight." The soldier wiped the rain on his face, straightened the brim of his hat, and said, "We will go to the Military and Political Department to report before 12 o'clock at the latest. If nothing unexpected happens, all logistics support teams will be the best.

We have to drive to the front line later tomorrow.”

The two looked at each other.

Moraso packed the letter paper and found Kavi and Ignaz with Edinson. Amid the sound of rain and the priest's prayers, they introduced the communication soldier who rode here from the Hofburg Palace.

, It also briefly introduces the current situation in both places such as Pu and Austria.

The content omitted the verbal battle at the Frankfurt Parliament, and also omitted some sarcasm and harsh words. To sum up, it was just one sentence, Prussia declared war.

Although the targets of the declaration of war were Hanover, Saxony and Hesse-Kassel elected states, everyone knew that the three kingdoms were all attached to the Austrian Empire, and declaring war on them was a declaration of war on the Austrian Empire.

The empire must fight.

The four of them hurriedly left the cemetery, got onto the carriage at the gate, and rushed to the military and political office.

"Yesterday, the Prussians made a big fuss at the Frankfurt Parliament. If my inference is correct, it will take only four days at the earliest, and the Prussian army will cross the border."
To be continued...