War Palace And Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Let others fight, and you, lucky Austria, get married! What the God of War can give you, the God of Love can also give you.
The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna System, which once brought peace to Europe, is riddled with holes. Under the seemingly calm surface of peace, there is the turbulent whirlpool of the times, the calm before the storm.
The air is filled with steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it difficult to breathe. At the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are jostling each other, feasting on the feast called the world. Van Gogh's self-portrait hangs on the wall, and waltz music is playing in the ears. Suddenly the music changed to a march, and the scene shifted to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in goose-stepping order toward the machine gun barbed wire fence. A cannonball fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed towards the artillery position. Accompanied by a huge noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then quickly rose up and broke through the clouds, shining brightly.