People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 914 Reunion after separation

Chapter 914 Reunion after separation

To be honest, William didn't quite believe that the "trump card" left by his father could really turn the situation around.

This is the largest and most high-level war that has ever broken out in the world.

Compared with this war, all previous wars pale in comparison.

Just as my cousin said, a magic weapon or a legion's weapons might have been able to turn the tide in the past, but compared to the millions of Russian troops on the Eastern Front, more than a dozen magic weapons, and thousands of spellcasters, what could they amount to?

Back at the command post, William carefully took out a wooden box from his suitcase, and after a series of tedious unlocking work, he finally opened the box.

There was no expected brilliant light or strange vision.

A thin piece of paper lay quietly in the box.

The Lord of Babel...

After recognizing the words above, William was shocked for a moment. The legend of the Tower of Babel has a long history. It was said that a few years ago, the small overseas state of Texas almost wiped out the British overseas expeditionary force with the help of the Tower of Babel.

How did my father make a contract with the Tower of Babel?

Just as he was hesitating about how to use this contract, the contract paper spontaneously caught fire without wind. After a moment, it turned into ash and disappeared without a trace.

Nothing happened.

Inside the command post, his own room was still empty, without even a speck of paper ash left.

William looked at the scene in a daze: "That's it?"

"Little William?"

A familiar voice, as if it came from a light year away, suddenly sounded behind him.

Small?

William is nearly sixty years old. If he had not practiced the family-inherited knight breathing method, he would probably have become a sixty-year-old man with a head full of white hair.

William's body froze, and he looked back in disbelief, and saw the young female knight with a fallow deer hood and long platinum hair, standing in the sunlight and smiling sweetly at him.

"sister"

He opened his mouth in disbelief: "Am I dreaming?"

My sister who had been missing for more than 30 years reappeared.

...

Schönbrunn Palace.

Crown Prince Rudolf looked at this magnificent palace, the most magnificent in Europe, and sighed softly. He did not expect that when he returned to his hometown, the first place he saw would still be the palace where he had lived since he was a child.

The two palace gendarmes guarding the gate yawned only to find a stranger suddenly appearing before them. They immediately raised their weapons and shouted, "Stop! Don't move!"

Their official title is "Emperor and King's Infantry Guards", and they are an important part of the so-called Royal Guards.

"Quick, inform Count Dankel!"

"Yes, there is only one intruder, but the way he appeared is very strange. He is definitely not an ordinary person!"

Upon receiving the news, Count Danker, the chief of the Royal Guard, felt as if he was facing a great enemy. He immediately rushed over with more than a dozen masters of the "First Lancer Guard" and surrounded the man who had not made any unnecessary movements since he appeared.

"Intruder, explain your intentions!"

Dankel drew his pistol and asked sternly, "How did you get here? Who is your accomplice?"

As the chief of the Royal Guard, allowing such a dangerous person to appear in the inner palace is definitely a huge stain on his career.

Rudolf scanned the unfamiliar faces. All the members of the First Lancer Guards were sons of nobles, but he didn't recognize any of them.

This was the first time he realized what it meant that things and people have changed.

"According to the captain, twenty-eight years have passed."

He muttered to himself, his eyes finally resting on a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar: "Is that you, Albrecht?"

The officer showed a puzzled expression on his face. He looked at Rudolph for a long time, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he asked in disbelief, "Are you the Crown Prince?"

Count Danker frowned and said, "You are crazy. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is discussing matters with His Majesty in the Hall of Mirrors."

Albrecht von Berg was once a young military officer with a bright future. Unfortunately, he was involved in the disappearance of the Emperor's only son, Crown Prince Rudolf. He was directly marginalized and sat on the bench for more than 20 years.

Albrecht was so happy that he had suppressed his emotions for a long time. He lost his usual modesty and low profile. His voice was trembling. "It's Crown Prince Rudolf. Quick, send someone to inform His Majesty that Crown Prince Rudolf, who has been missing for more than 20 years, is back!"

Count Dankel's expression changed slightly. He looked Rudolf up and down, and suddenly he realized something. "Okay, so it was you who colluded with outsiders and wanted to deceive me with the long-missing Crown Prince Rudolf. Do you think I'm a brainless idiot?"

"Crown Prince Rudolf was already middle-aged when he disappeared. He must be sixty years old now. How could he still be so young?"

He shouted angrily and ordered his men to tie up Albrecht.

"stop!"

Rudolf said calmly, "As the chief of the guard, you should have sent someone to inform my father immediately, and then invited someone who could identify me. There are many ways to keep one's appearance forever. Your suspicion is correct, but how can you be sure that Albrecht is lying based on your own guesses?"

Count Danker was slightly startled. Perhaps it was because Rudolf was too confident when he spoke. Besides, such a major event as someone quietly invading the inner palace should have been reported to the emperor.

He hesitated for a moment, but still ordered: "Go and inform His Majesty that someone who claims to be Crown Prince Rudolf and has been certified by Albrecht suddenly appeared outside the palace gate."

In the Hall of Mirrors.

The Emperor is receiving an envoy from the Ottoman Empire.

Messenger Ahmed said solemnly: "I, Talat Pashato, extend my most sincere greetings to Your Majesty and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

At this time, Ottoman Mahamut V had become a puppet, and all military and political affairs were controlled by the triumvirate composed of Talaat Pasha, Enver Pasha and Cemal Pasha.

"Give my regards to your master, too."

The two sides exchanged standard and lengthy diplomatic rhetoric, which made the young crown prince who was watching on the sidelines quite annoyed: "Rather than a verbal greeting, I would like to know when your country will fulfill its promise to join the war?"

It is a recognized fact that Osman will definitely leave the field.

The twelve Russo-Turkish wars had long proved that only one of the two ancient empires could survive.

Ahmed smiled bitterly and said, "I swear in the name of the Holy Fire that my master hopes more than anyone else that your country can win this cruel war. However, the combined fleets of France and Tsarist Russia are crisscrossing the Mediterranean Sea, showing off their might every day, and our coastline is so long that once we enter the war, our coastal areas will inevitably suffer a huge blow immediately."

The old emperor looked at his young crown prince with some dissatisfaction. Compared with Ferdinand, who often opposed him and had completely opposite political views, Crown Prince Karl was undoubtedly more pleasing to the old emperor. However, the old emperor doubted whether he could shoulder this precarious empire.

"That's fine. It's fine if your country doesn't join the war for now, but I hope you can put more pressure on the Allied Powers in the Caucasus and the Balkans, and at the same time provide us with a batch of food and raw materials."

After the Mediterranean was cut off, Germany, together with Bulgaria, occupied the entire Serbia in the second year of the war and opened up a route to the Ottoman Empire.

The Ottoman Empire's "Baghdad Railway" has since become the land lifeline of the East and the Allies, transporting a steady supply of cotton, wool, grain and other raw materials to the Allies, while exchanging them for many German weapons and industrial products.

Carl was a little puzzled. After three years, Osman had made a lot of profit from this deal, and the preparations for war were also done well with the help of Debang consultants.

With the current military strength of the Ottomans, if they really join the war, it will definitely add a huge weight to the scale of their victory.

Ahmed said without hesitation: "That's no problem. We can trade according to the price we agreed on before. We will increase the transportation volume of the Baghdad Railway as much as possible."

"No, the Empire will not pay a penny. All transactions will be paid with the debts owed by your country."

The old emperor looked at Ahmed deeply and said, "I know that the French may have made some unrealistic promises to your country. Your country thinks that even if Germany is defeated, you can still rely on the French to fight against Tsarist Russia. But to have the best of both worlds, you also need to have strength."

Ahmed's expression changed drastically. A while ago, Talaat met with the French envoy, but it was a top secret matter. How could Franz know about this?

Franz sneered. Germany's support for the Ottoman Empire was not in vain. They were not as smart as the wolves in Texas. Today, Germany's compradors have extensive connections and huge power in the Ottoman Empire.

Talaat Pasha wants to rebel?

Not to mention that the comprador class would not agree, even those nationalists who deeply hated Tsarist Russia would never agree.

The old emperor looked at Ahmed's expression and dropped another bombshell: "The Russian Black Sea Fleet is showing off its might in the Dardanelles every day. I am really worried that some radical patriots in your country will turn their anger into artillery shells and bombard the Russian ships. If your country rushes into the war, I am afraid it will suffer heavy losses."

Hearing this, Ahmed was already sweating profusely.

This was a threat from the old emperor. The Ottomans hired a large number of German instructors to train new troops for themselves. Many young officers were die-hard Germans, so it was not easy to achieve this.

"Emissary Ahmed, please be sure to remind Talaat Pasha of this."

Franz waved his hand to show the guest away.

After the envoy retreated in a cold sweat, Karl couldn't help but exclaimed: "Your Majesty, this move of yours is so brilliant."

Franz shook his head. "It's nothing brilliant. The Ottomans didn't join the war before because the new Ottoman army was not strong. Even if they joined the war, it would be just like now, and they could only involve part of the Russian military. But that's not the case now."

Carl smiled and said, "The Ottomans have made a lot of money in the three years of war. It's time for them to pay back."

At this time, an officer of the Royal Guard walked in quickly. He first glanced at Crown Prince Karl, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Your Majesty, there is a man outside who claims to be Crown Prince Rudolf. He has also been certified by Colonel Albrecht."