Striking the Secondary Carriage by Mistake

Chapter 765

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood—this was the true picture of the Near East battlefield at that moment. By now, both sides had fought until their eyes were red with bloodlust.

Everyone had only one goal—kill the enemy. To win, everyone had abandoned all bottom lines, and methods that constantly shattered the limits of depravity were being unleashed one after another.

When religion and war combined, the power they erupted with was terrifying. Human bombs had become conventional weapons; some even used children of seven or eight as launchers.

They tied bombs to the children, lashed them forward with whips, and drove them charging ahead. Crying and explosions rang out together—nothing could be more like a hell on earth.

Once compassion had been exhausted, the consequences were naturally catastrophic. The bloodiest places in war all became no-man's-lands afterward.

Looking at the reports sent back from the front, even the well-traveled Franz fell silent. His only reaction was that the Ottomans had "gone mad."

Defeat was not frightening. As long as people remained, there was hope of rising again; once the people were gone, then everything was gone.

This was already the nineteenth century. International public opinion could exert at least some influence. Everyone knew that a government as concerned with saving face as Austria's could not possibly carry out ethnic massacres.

Before this, the Vienna Government had already drawn up a migration and resettlement plan, even choosing the location.

A scenic Arctic Ocean island, with a mild climate, abundant sunshine, little rainfall, and an excellent living environment—perfectly suited for tourism.

To obtain sovereignty over this island, the Vienna Government had even compensated the British Canadian Colonial Government the enormous sum of 15,000 Pound Sterling.

From the current situation, Franz felt that the Vienna Government would save a