War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Chapter 1040 Confirm the Results?

Although Itamar has never been on the battlefield, it does not mean that he has not read military books. All records show that before the anti-French war, almost no army could withstand 30% losses.

Tyutkale was not a coward, and he did not believe that the joke-like battle just now could kill or injure two thousand people. He wanted to see what tricks Itamar could play.

So the two of them came to the front line again with the officers and guards. The scene in front of them didn't look like they had experienced a big battle, it looked more like a wild boar coming down the mountain.

Behind a torn down fence, there were corpses of Hungarian soldiers in twos and threes in the vegetable field. The corpses pressed against the crops actually looked particularly harmonious, and they were very similar to the lazy serfs depicted in the textbooks.

The smell of earth and green vegetables also covered up the smell of blood and gunpowder, so much so that Itamar really felt that he was just a group of lazy soldiers in front of him.

He strode over the knocked down fence, walked up to a fallen soldier, kicked him hard, and then said with an indifferent expression.

"I know you're alive, stop pretending! There's not even blood on the ground!"

But the soldier didn't move. Itamar looked a little angry and kicked the soldier's butt several times.

"Get up, lazy boy! He's a Hungarian man, so get up!"

But the fallen soldier remained unmoved, and Tyutkale on the side felt the same way. The sun was shining brightly, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. At least there shouldn't be any chirping birds near the battlefield.

So the latter stepped forward and kicked the soldier violently, causing the soldier's body to turn over. Only then did people discover that the clothes on the soldier's chest had been stained red with blood, and the soldier's face had lost its color.

"died?"

Itamar said in disbelief, and Tyutkale also looked at everything in front of him in surprise.

"Look at the others."

Tyutkalai ordered, and just as their men were about to disperse, they heard a burst of gunfire, and several officers and guards fell to the ground.

"what happened?"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Motar lay on the ground and shouted. Only then did Itamar and Tyutkale realize a problem, that is, this is really a battlefield, not a farmhouse or a picking garden.

In fact, the militiamen in the royal estate also felt that it was very outrageous. Why did a group of people swagger into the middle of the battlefield to look at the corpses.

The militia captain looked at the mercenary leader, who was also confused. He had fought in many places in the world, but he had never seen one so arrogant.

But you can't stop eating the fat meat that comes to your mouth, let alone let them run away.

As a result, the artillery, rockets and sharpshooters in the manor were all aimed at that area. The purpose was naturally to ensure that the arrogant enemies could not come back.

Itamar, Tyutkale, and Motar escaped into the ditch next to the field under the protection of a group of guards.

These canals served as trenches for the peasants on the estate and as shelters for the attacking Hungarians.

"Damn it! Why didn't anyone remind us that the Austrians here haven't been wiped out yet!" Itamar complained as he lay in the ditch holding his head.

"That's enough! Go back and start arguing again!"

Tyutkale was upset and scolded sharply.

In fact, he was also very depressed. He didn't expect that his carelessness would end up in this situation. What made him even more depressed was that the reinforcements who were so close did not move.

Tyutkale had been waiting for movement from the direction of the military camp, but no one was still organizing rescue, so he couldn't help but curse.

"Why don't those guys come to our rescue!"

"That's right! Can't those guys hear the gunshots here?"

Upon hearing Choutkale's reminder, Lord Motar also reacted.

"Damn coward!"

"It's over, we are all going to die here!"

Itamar held his head, with snot and tears flowing out.

The officers accompanying the three were almost dead, and the gunfire gradually stopped.

"The gunfire stopped? They gave up?"

Itamar sniffed excitedly, and the flames of hope rose in the hearts of those around him. But after all, someone needed to stick their head out to investigate the situation, and an unlucky guard was chosen. Just as he stuck his head out, a cannonball happened to fly over.

The cannonball easily shattered the unlucky man's face, and a stream of blood mist suddenly burst out.

However, all of them quickly returned to reality from the shock of this bloody scene, because reality was even more shocking and physically shocking.

Because he understood the trend of future weapon development, Franz was studying blooming bullets from the beginning, instead of spending time studying how to polish solid bullets smoother.

In fact, there is a group of people in the Austrian Empire's weapons development department who have studied this topic. They believe that rounder solid bullets can fly farther and have higher destructive power. They even use precious steel to make solid bullets.

However, Franz completely rejected this plan when this group of people proposed it, so at this time the Austrian Empire's explosive bomb technology was much more advanced than in history.

All royal estates had not prepared solid bullets from the beginning, but all blooming bullets.

It was not used before because it was not used at all. The kill rate of firearms against mobs would be higher, because those miscellaneous fish are easily scared away by explosive weapons such as artillery and rockets.

When faced with firearms, people tend to take chances. Anyway, they may not be the next ones to die.

The situation was different at this time. In order to strike the enemy's arrogance, the militia of the royal territory brought out all the heavy weapons. They wanted to ensure that the enemy would not dare to enter the royal territory so arrogantly again.

As the first shell landed and blew up a piece of soil, the second and third shells and rockets exploded near the canal.

From time to time, people next to Itamar, Qiutkalai and Motar were directly hit and turned into a pile of minced meat and the smoke and soil that were stirred up, and the nearby ground was shaking.

Finally, Itamar couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up and raised his hands and shouted.

"I surrender! I surrender! I am Count Itamar, I am an official noble of Austria"

But those shells and rockets obviously didn't understand what he said, and the militiamen who were busy firing in the distance couldn't hear what he said clearly in the rumbling sound of the artillery.

In the rumbling sound of the explosion, Itamar's blood and flesh also fell with the smoke and dust. The explosion lasted for more than ten minutes until the vicinity of the canal was completely shrouded in smoke.

The militia commander in the distance put down the telescope and nodded with satisfaction. He dragged his disabled left leg to a high platform and raised his right hand and roared.

"We won!"

The militiamen also burst into warm cheers, and the sound was so loud that even the Hungarian camp in the distance could hear it.

Although the Germans may not understand Hungarian, almost all Hungarians can understand simple German.

Especially victory, death, money, such sensitive words, this undoubtedly gave the Hungarians a heavy blow.

What's more terrible is that the Hungarian army is really leaderless at this time. Itamar and Qiutkalai almost brought all the senior officers to the battlefield, and the rest were some unpopular minor characters.

And the explosion just now really scared these recruits. They didn't expect the opponent's firepower to be so strong.

But the good thing is that they have no knowledge and only think that their own artillery should have the same power. However, the artillery commander and his artillery have disappeared without a trace.

In fact, the artillerymen brought by Itamar were all temporarily trained. They were basically on the battlefield for the first time. After seeing the firepower several times stronger than the artillery they knew, they chose to run away immediately.

The commander was gone, the artillerymen ran away, and the remaining Hungarians also scattered.

Seeing the Hungarians escape, the militia in the manor cheered again.

They hugged each other, raised their weapons, boasted loudly about their achievements, expressed their inner pressure, and happy smiles were on everyone's face.

The battle ended so hastily that the staff sent by the Austrian military was somewhat unbelievable. He felt that the other side must have a conspiracy and was very dissatisfied with the militia's hasty celebration of victory.

In fact, this so-called staff officer was just a military academy student, but this did not mean that he had no ability. These people were top talents in the military academy.

It's just that due to the special system of the Austrian Empire, they lacked background and could only start from the bottom. They had to go through a real life-and-death struggle before they could become officers.

There is a lack of available military talents among the nobles of the Austrian Empire in this generation. The senior officers of the Austrian Empire are generally in their seventies and eighties. These old guys will basically retire completely within ten years.

It is impossible for Franz to rely on his parents all the time. In the generation of Albrecht and Friedrich, their abilities and status are too dazzling, but on the other hand, other people are really unable to take on the task.

Although Benedek worked very hard, his talent was really limited, while Gabrenz was too proud and exaggerated.

Austrians like to brag about Gabrenz's tough style and his legend of never losing, but in fact, this general has basically never fought a hard battle.

Including the great retreat in which he was responsible for the rearguard, Gabrenz's troops were actually more than the pursuing Sardinian army, but even so, he still lost an eye.

In this life, under the operation of Franz, Gabrenz has a glorious resume, but he has not shown too amazing talent. On the contrary, he is too crazy. At the beginning, he even proposed to massacre the city to deter the Kingdom of Sardinia on the Italian battlefield.

Count Stadion is a man of both civil and military talents, but he is already in the late stage of tuberculosis and may not live long. Franz also thought about the treatment method, but neither isoniazid nor streptomycin can be synthesized with the current technical means.

As for other methods, Franz also looked for them. He knew that Europeans had no way to treat tuberculosis, so he ruled them out first.

The first thing Franz thought of was Chinese medicine, but in fact Chinese medicine really has no good way to treat tuberculosis.

Then he looked for Ottoman and Arab doctors, after all, they inherited the medical achievements of ancient Greece and ancient Babylon, but it still didn't work.

In the end, the doctor from India played a role, but it only relieved the pain caused by the disease.

So Franz can only look for so-called talents by casting a wide net.

Of course, Franz would not really leave the fate of tens of thousands of people completely to these fledgling military cadets, so they can only be staff officers, and the real command and decision-making power are still in the hands of the original commanders in the manor.

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