Chapter 345: Divine Judgement
The world was changing. Empires that had existed and expanded for centuries were beginning to become buried beneath the sands of time. The Ottoman Empire was dead and gone. Its banners burned, and its heroes forgotten.
In its place, Turkey arose from the ashes, but within borders much smaller and more insignificant than it would have held in Bruno’s past life. The Arab peoples had negotiated a united kingdom in the lands they were promised. The Levant, Syria, Palestine, the Sinai Peninsula, and Arabia proper all united under one king and one religion.
Persia had wisely watched the great powers wage war against one another, and was perhaps the only nation that was not suffering from some form of internal turmoil and thus incapable of joining for said reasons that wisely understood this was a war that would destroy the balance of power in this world.
And thus as a minor power they kept entirely to themselves, not making any serious gains, nor losing anything they currently possessed as a result. The banners of the rising sun had been waved over the lands east of the Himalayas, and mountains of bodies lie in the field from those who defended against the relentless onslaught of Japan.
Though only the Allied colonies were attacked at this time, considering any sovereign nation in the region or any land that was controlled by another European power was not worth provoking at this time.
As previously stated, the world was changing. But Bruno was the same as he always was. With the Italian Theater having concluded before, it could truly kick off in any extravagant fashion, as he very much expected it to. Bruno was sitting in a city in Milan.
One could tell by the extravagance of his uniform, and the medals which were dangling from his neck and pinned to his chest that he considered himself in a peaceful zone. And that was most certainly true.
The peace agreement between the central powers and Italy was most fair, more fair than the Italians expected it to be. At the same time, the Italian soldiers in Milan controlled the city, while the German soldiers were using the local railways to pack up their things and ship them back to Germany.
Bruno himself decided to use this time to explore Milan a city of ancient renown, prestige, and beauty. The locals did not seem to mind the enemy general walking among them. In fact several of the women he had come across had tried to entice him, an offer he was inclined to reject.
Even his waitress, couldn’t help but flirt with the man, as she stood in front of him, asking him with a forcefully coquettish tone what was so interesting in the papers. As if to imply something far more desirable was already in front of him.