MTL - The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria’s Mandate of Heaven

<p>Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.</p> <p>The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.</p> <p>The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.</p> <p>Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.</p> <p>A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.</p> <p>Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.</p> <p>- Description from <em>novelbuddy</em></p>