Beside Hofburg Square, Lucas walked over to a tricolor flag that had been knocked down by fleeing citizens. Humming the "Marching Song" under his breath, he bent down and set it upright.
On the open ground not far away, five or six hundred freshly trained National Guard recruits were milling about in chaotic ranks.
Lucas had just read the War Committee's report; this should be the last unit of recruits that could still be thrown into the front line.
Faced with tens of thousands from the Russian and Austrian Army, they were nothing more than a faint breeze, hardly noticeable.
Two French "Gemstone IV" carriages raced past on the street nearby; Lucas remembered those belonged to Member of Parliament Erich's family.
He shook his head. At yesterday's Congress session, barely a third of the Members of Parliament showed up; some had gone off to Constance "to lead the revolution" half a month ago.
The "Gemstone IV" at the back suddenly turned around and came to a halt.
