War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

The mercenary captain crossed his legs and smoked a cigarette. After all, he had long been used to it. Maybe the enemy was timid, or maybe it was the enemy's tactics. Anyway, it didn't matter to him. His mission was just to defend the manor.

This is not to say that the mercenary captain does not care about the outcome of this war or the safety of the people in the royal territory. On the contrary, he came here at this moment precisely because of his strong sense of national identity and national mission. to here.

He didn't speak because he just felt that worrying was useless, and giving random suggestions would be even more counterproductive. The most important thing was that even a veteran like him couldn't find any fault with the arrangements so far.

The lame militia commander named Eric Lange was a Prussian. He was one of the earliest immigrants. Because of his experience in serving in the Prussian army, he was recommended as the militia captain.

After that, he showed excellent commanding skills in many battles and eventually became the commander-in-chief of the New Silesia Territory.

Eric Lange felt that the staff's worries were overblown, because the horse bandits or Hungarians have always had this behavior over the years. As long as a few leaders are killed, they will immediately disperse.

However, he also understands this concern. After all, there are indeed many Hungarians coming this time, but as long as someone is sent out to confirm the results of the battle, they will know whether the other party has really escaped or is temporarily retreating.

Under the command of Eric Lange, the militiamen began to take action. The first thing they did was to confirm whether the enemy was dead. The corpses would be gathered together and cremated. Those who were not dead would be given medical treatment. Whether they could survive was another matter. It's over.

Before dark, they found more than 1,300 Hungarian corpses and more than 1,000 abandoned prisoners. They even found cannons and gunpowder that had not been taken away from the Hungarian camp.

The fact that such great results could be achieved in one day was a bit unbelievable to the military students from Vienna, but it was normal for Eric Lange and the mercenary captain.

Especially in the colonies, a dozen soldiers can defeat a tribe of a thousand people, and only need to knock down a few people to defeat the opponent.

News of the victory quickly spread back to the manor, and in fact the center of the territory was now more like a town than a manor.

The next day, residents of the town decorated themselves with lights and streamers, and national flags and ribbons were hung from the windows and roofs of every building. People spontaneously came to the square to listen to official battle reports and victory speeches.

In the nineteenth-century countryside, where entertainment and news were scarce, such gatherings were very popular. The enthusiasm and sense of identity brought by nationalism and victory pushed the atmosphere to a climax.

In addition, the missionaries and local talkers of this era were extraordinary. They had excellent minds and ability to adapt to situations. In addition, they knew the local area very well, so their words could often hit the point.

Under Franz's demand for full responsibility, he did not have too many scruples, so he seldom made empty or abstract speeches.

After the speech, the real celebration began, with residents dressed in costumes singing and dancing to cheerful tunes.

The most indispensable thing in the Austrian Empire is musicians. At this moment, the solemn piano, elegant violin and country tunes composed of wind pipes, harmonica, and bandoneon (an accordion-like instrument) complement each other.

How could singing and dancing be possible without wine and meat to enhance the atmosphere? The aroma of Pilsner beer and grilled pork chops filled the entire square.

At this time, it is finally time for the protagonist to appear. Soldiers wearing gorgeous uniforms enter the square one after another. As the victors, they will distribute wine and meat to the people.

The soldiers walked through the crowd like ancient heroes, receiving cheers and adoration from the people.

The fatigue of fighting, the fear of death, and all the gloom had been thrown away by them at this moment, leaving only pride and emotion.

However, most of the militiamen did not have the opportunity to come to the square to participate in the celebration. They still had to stay at their posts to prevent the enemy from coming back.

Late at night, the voices gradually dispersed, and a hand suddenly broke out of the ground in a ditch.

Then a man crawled out of the ditch that was almost filled with soil, and slowly climbed toward the outside of the fence. As the man moved, the soil slid off his body, leaving a brand new trace behind him. .

The encounter of the Itamar Army was by no means an isolated case, and it was a special case that they did not suffer defeat in front of the royal territory, which was well prepared.

Almost all the troops sent by the Hungarian government to the royal estates suffered a disastrous defeat, which made Duke Baniat feel shameless, because almost all the people responsible for conquering the royal estates were his nobles.

In fact, this was also Kossuth's strategy, in order to completely break the Hungarian aristocratic group and the Austrian side, but the final result was something he did not expect.

He felt that no matter how useless those nobles were, the two sides should be evenly divided, but the fact that they were beaten 8 to 0 was simply outrageous.

Kossuth was also angry, but he was not angry because of the loss of troops or face, but because he lost thirty cannons at once.

Due to Franz's intervention, the Hungarians' industrial capabilities were worse than in history. Their arsenal could only produce at most two light artillery pieces and 1,200 rifles a month.

Don’t think this data is outrageous. In fact, Russia’s largest arsenal (Ivresk Arsenal) could only produce two light artillery and one heavy artillery, as well as 400 long swords and 2,100 rifles per month before Franz’s intervention. , plus 16,500 rounds of ammunition.

Although Hungary's national military industrial capabilities are not as good as a Russian arsenal, it can already lift up the Kingdom of Egypt in its heyday.

Muhammad Ali, who had dominated the Near East for decades, mobilized the entire country to build an arsenal that could only produce 700 rifles per month at its peak.

That's why Kossuth looked forward to the British's assistance so much, and why he felt so sorry for the thirty artillery pieces and thousands of guns.

But all this is worth it in Kossuth's eyes. After all, overthrowing Duke Barniat is his ultimate goal.

Budapest, Grand Council.

The scorching sunshine in summer is scorching the earth, and even the Danube River flowing through it cannot bring a hint of coolness. Perhaps only jumping into the water can relieve this scorching heat.

Of course, only homeless people and children would take off their clothes without hesitation and jump into the river to enjoy the coolness, but some people are unwilling to look back once they put on luxurious clothes, let alone being naked.

The air in the meeting hall was turbid and hot, and the nobles headed by Duke Baniat were anxious about the recent failure and the criticism from the single-clothed nobles.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

Duke Baniat slammed the table with a hammer, and the aristocratic councilors on the side were also helping to maintain order, but the other factions obviously did not accept this trick, especially those with weak legs who wanted to oust the aristocratic gentlemen now.

"Duke Baniat, at least three hundred nobles have been killed in the past month, and civilians have suffered even more casualties. Now the Austrians have declared war on us! When will you kill all those who occupy our land?"

Faced with the attack, Duke Barniat had long lost his past arrogance, and he could only repeat.

"Please believe us and give us some more time. We will definitely defeat the Austrians."

However, the congressmen had heard this kind of nonsense literature countless times, and a series of battles caused heavy losses to the nobles, so many people couldn't bear it anymore.

"Kill all the Austrians! Raise the royal territory to the ground! If you don't believe they can still sit idly by, if that doesn't work, kill that gentleman too!"

"Shut up! Ignorant fool! Do you want Hungary to be a river of blood? No one wants to be buried with you!"

Duke Baniat was furious, but the congressman who spoke showed no sign of weakness and said with a stiff neck.

"Isn't there a river of blood flowing now? It's just a death. The warriors of Magyar have nothing to fear!"

"It's not just you and me who will die, your family, friends, and everyone you know may die. That is the real endless war!"

The congressman wanted to say something else, but he found that the faces of those noble congressmen were very ugly. He was sure that as long as conditions allowed, these guys in front of him would kill him without hesitation.

"Say it! Speak it! I'm afraid of what he will do! The aristocratic vampire who gets into trouble! The loser who gets diarrhea when fighting! We all support you!"

However, the congressman did not continue to say anything after all, and Kossuth also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he hoped that everyone would follow his footsteps and resist Austria together, if he did so.

The Austrian Empire might immediately negotiate peace with the great powers, and then concentrate all its forces to attack Hungary. Kossuth wanted Hungarian independence, not death.

In the end, the meeting did not reach any conclusion as usual, and it just made the members sweat.

After the meeting, Duke Baniat was in a trance. He felt that some people had gone crazy. Maybe he should go talk to Minister Szechenyi and Prince Esterhazy. Maybe they could find a way to get to Vienna. Wire.

Duke Baniyat staggered as he walked. His close relatives wanted to help him, but they were pushed away by him on the grounds that the men of the Baniyat family did not need to be pitied by others.

The cronies could only follow on the sidelines, and other aristocratic members also had their own agendas. There was no doubt that the influence of Duke Barniat was weakening. Kossuth and those single-clothed nobles would control the parliament sooner or later, and it was time to make a choice.

Suddenly, a man in black robes collided head-on with the Duke of Barniat. The Duke might have been really ill because he threw himself on the other person.

In just a moment, the man in black robe gave way and then disappeared into the crowd.

"Hey! Watch this guy!"

The cronies were still turning their heads and scolding, but Duke Baniat could no longer hold himself up and fell to the ground, blood gurgling out of his abdomen, and blooming roses seeping out of his white dress.