Mount Tianhai

In France, just entered Versailles, with the identity of the Crown Prince.
The only problem was that the reigning king was Louis XVI, and in two years, he'd be "snapped"...
Since I couldn't rely on dear old dad and the ministers, I had to take matters into my own hands to reform France!
First, make a bit of easy money to solve the financial crisis that had plagued the nation for hundreds of years.
Then give a harsh lesson to those nobles harboring treacherous intentions and plotting to seize power.
Next, confiscate the Church's abundant lands, acquired without lifting a finger.
Industry, technology, agriculture, commerce—I will all advance side by side, I, the greatest Crown Prince in France!
That year, when the little British struggled with the allied forces at his borders, I simply took over his little island.
That year, my sword pointed at all of Europe, the magnificent feat Napoleon didn't accomplish, I will achieve!!!

Life of Being a Crown Prince in France

Yanick's ribs were broken, and his thigh was stabbed, his body limp like a clump of cotton.


He struggled to raise his head and locked eyes with a Cossack Cavalryman about twenty paces away. The cavalryman apparently couldn't move either and was incessantly cursing in Russian.


Yanick spat at him and suddenly noticed a gunner, lying on a dead horse, seemed to twitch.


He hurriedly yelled over, "Sergeant, how are you doing?"


The gunner slowly turned his head and after a while, managed to speak with difficulty, "For now, I probably won't die."


Yanick then saw that half of his face was completely rotted away, hanging pieces of flesh swung back and forth over his nose with every breath.


"We seem to have held them off," he said.


The gunner spoke in a leaking voice, "Yes, the cannon is still here…"


Suddenly, his body trembled, and he frantically raised his hand pointing down the slope, as if he had seen the gates of hell, "There, there!"


Chapter 680: Burning Eastern Europe • Eight