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

At that moment, the gunfire from the farmhouse ahead suddenly ceased.


Delasovitz turned his head and saw more than a dozen Russian Cavalry converging behind the farmhouse, poking at the bodies of Father Stashak and others with horse sabers—whether out of vengeance or to confirm their deaths was unclear.


The other soldiers evidently also saw this scene and clenched their flintlock guns tightly, their eyes brimming with furious flames.


Someone roared with bloodshot eyes, "Let's avenge the Priest!"


"Yes, slaughter those sons of bitches!"


"Come back!" Although the platoon leader's face was ashen, he stopped the soldiers and shouted loudly, "We need to make Father Stashak's death worthwhile. We must hold the Cannon!"


Delasovitz clenched his teeth and said, "Commander, please give your orders."


The platoon leader quickly surveyed the rudimentary artillery position at his feet.


Chapter 679: Burning Eastern Europe • Seven