Chapter 1203: Venting
Cronini Wilburg's performance also disappointed Franz. As a military noble, he was brave and aggressive since childhood. He had conflicts with others many times and beat them to death. Except in front of Franz, he was usually unruly and full of banditry.
Before 1848, Franz stuffed Cronini into his Royal Dragoon Regiment, hoping that the latter could change his temper after some experience in the army.
However, the latter was not highly regarded in the Royal Dragoon Regiment, and many professional skills were not up to standard.
But he was a thorn, very opinionated, writing letters all day long to request improvements in the training methods of the dragoons, often fighting with others, and even against his superiors.
When Franz saw the evaluation of being unorganized and undisciplined, he felt that something was going to happen, but he thought about the Hollywood military-themed movies he had seen before. Isn't this a perfect template for the protagonist?
Maybe Cronini Wilburg is the talent buried by history?
Before the war began, Franz met his childhood playmate again. He already had his own small group around him.
Due to the power of the Wilburg family and its relationship with Franz, the officers of the Royal Dragoon Regiment really had no way to deal with him.
When Kronini showed off his achievements, Franz's face was already dark.
After hearing about Franz's marching plan, Kronini immediately expressed his opposition because the plan was too crazy. There were hundreds of thousands of rebels in Venice, while the Royal Dragoon Regiment and the Tyrol Guard had a total of only more than 5,000 people. Doing so was tantamount to sending oneself to death.
Franz had heard too many voices of opposition, so he didn't take it too seriously.
However, in the first battle of the Royal Dragoon Regiment in Venice, Kronini privately changed the marching route and did not advance along the main road, but chose a hidden path.
Spending the night in the village again, he was attacked by the Redwood Army following him. Kronini became a deserter on the spot. The reconnaissance team that lost its commander was inevitably wiped out.
Fortunately, the entire Venetian battlefield was in chaos at the time, with all kinds of news flying everywhere, and Franz did not stop to wait for the missing reconnaissance team, but immediately led the main force to Venice City to avoid the deterioration of the situation.
Imagine if Kronini and his men were captured and told Franz's plan, and Franz decided to wait there.
At the same time, there was someone who could coordinate all the rebels of different factions to mobilize enough troops to encircle Franz, and Venice City completed the rebellion before Franz arrived, and could infer the retreat that Franz had reserved for himself, and sent troops to cut off the support of the Austrian Empire's follow-up troops and another elite marines from the port direction.
Then the rebels might block Franz's troops outside Venice City, but with the equipment and combat power of the Royal Dragoon Regiment, it would not be a problem to deal with four or five times the number of rebels in a field encounter. To retain this elite force of two riders, at least ten times more troops are needed.
To complete the above deployment, all the rebels in Venice need to work together, and the scale of the army must be at least 200,000.
Although this possibility is very small, it still provides the rebels with the possibility of victory. The Wilburg family paid a huge price to send Kronini to the mental hospital to save his life.
Franz doesn't like gambling at all, so Kronini will spend the rest of his life in the mental hospital.
A trace of unpleasant memories came to his mind, and Franz breathed a sigh of relief. The great rebellion in 1848 was a mirror that exposed the devil. Even many of the heirs carefully cultivated by the big families were rotten to the bones and could not be saved.
These rotten meat and bad blood must be removed, as well as those tumors that only invade.
It seems that Franz's task is still a long way to go. He retracted his thoughts and looked at Akadov von Leibsteinsky in front of him.
The experience in the colony made Akadov much more mature and his body became stronger.
"You're doing well in the Central American colonies?"
"Thanks to your majesty, I didn't die. The mosquitoes there are bigger than sparrows, the rats look like pigs, there are wild beasts everywhere, and there are natives who are more terrible than wild beasts.
I guarantee that you can't stand that kind of hell for even a day."
Akadov complained bitterly, and Franz just smiled and didn't say anything.
"What have you learned?"
The former was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say. Seeing that the latter was a little impatient, the former immediately said.
"I did a lot of things, I suffered a lot, I led troops to eliminate the rebellious natives and dishonest Japanese"
Franz shook his head.
"Hardship is not the purpose of doing things. The more you can endure hardships, the more you will suffer. Go to the Royal Military Academy for further studies for a few years, and then come to me."
"I"
Akadov hesitated.
"Go. Don't let me down."
Akadov finally lowered his head.
"Your starting point is higher than others, you should be more outstanding, but your resume is only mediocre.
Now you should understand why I asked you what you learned."
Akadov nodded, not quite understanding, and Franz was a little helpless.
"Visit the elderly more often, read more books, and go to fewer dances and banquets. You will understand."
As soon as Akadov opened the door, Richard Metternich walked in. He was wearing a white dress, with a pink handkerchief in his breast pocket, and walked in frivolously.
"Richard, you're still the same. How was your life in the Foreign Ministry?"
"Franz, look at the stupid thing they did. These guys don't understand the art of communication at all, and they actually want to duel with our only ally.
They insist on turning a problem into a national dispute that can be solved by sitting down for a meal, a drink, or a dance!
The current passive situation is entirely caused by these idiots! "
"Then why didn't you stop them?"
"Oh my God! Franz, they want to kill me too! And they call me a sissy! How can they belittle me like this for such a romantic person!"
Please let me leave the Ministry of Foreign Affairs! Or let me reorganize the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
Franz smiled. He also knew some of the recent events in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
"Want to do something in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs? Are you qualified enough?"
"They too"
"They are them. What you want to do can't be done without qualifications? And the current prime minister is Prince Schwarzenberg. Your philosophies are obviously inconsistent."
"But it wasn't the same in the past."
“My uncle Ferdinand I was in power in the past, so how could it be possible for the interior minister and the prime minister to share the same philosophy.
Now is my time, and I need this country to use its power where it should be used, instead of wasting it on internal checks and balances. "