Chapter 1041 Singing and Dancing

The mercenary captain crossed his legs and smoked a cigarette. After all, he had long been accustomed to it. Maybe the enemy was scared, or maybe it was the enemy's tactics. Anyway, who cares? His mission was just to defend the manor.

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

He didn't say anything just because he felt that it was useless to worry about it, and giving random suggestions would be counterproductive. The most important thing was that even he, a veteran, could not find any fault with all the deployments so far.

The lame militia commander was named Eric Lange, 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.

Later, he showed excellent command ability in many battles and eventually became the commander-in-chief of the New Silesia territory.

Eric Lange felt that the staff officer's worry was a bit exaggerated, because the bandits or Hungarians have always been like this over the years. As long as a few leaders are killed, they will immediately scatter like birds and beasts.

However, he also understood this worry. After all, there were indeed many Hungarians this time, but as long as someone was sent out to confirm the results of the battle, they would know whether the other party really escaped or retreated temporarily.

Under the command of Eric Lange, the militia began to act. The first thing they did was to confirm whether the enemy was dead. The bodies would be cremated together. Those who were not dead would be treated. As for whether they could survive, that was another matter.

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

It was unbelievable that such a great result could be achieved in one day for the military academy students from Vienna, but it was commonplace for Eric Lange and the mercenary captain.

Especially in the colonies, a dozen soldiers could defeat a tribe of a thousand people, and only a few people could be knocked down to defeat the other side.

The news of victory soon spread back to the manor. In fact, the center of the territory was more like a town than a manor.

The next day, the residents of the town decorated the town with lights and colorful flags. The windows and roofs of every building were hung with national flags and colorful ribbons fluttering in the wind. The people spontaneously came to the square to listen to the official battle report and victory speech.

In the countryside of the 19th century, where entertainment and news were scarce, such gatherings were very popular among the people. The enthusiasm and sense of identity brought by nationalism and victory pushed the atmosphere to a climax.

In addition, the missionaries and local leaders of this era were not ordinary. They were excellent in both brains and ability to respond to emergencies. In addition, they knew the local area very well, so their words often hit the point.

Under Franz's full responsibility and unified requirements, there were not too many scruples, so there were few empty and abstract speeches.

After the speech, the real celebration began. The residents were dressed in their best clothes and sang and danced to the cheerful tunes.

The Austrian Empire was not short of musicians. At this moment, the solemn piano, elegant violin and country tunes composed of wind pipes, harmonicas, and bandoneons (an instrument similar to an accordion) complemented each other.

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

It was finally time for the protagonist to appear. Soldiers in gorgeous uniforms entered the square one after another. They would distribute wine and meat to the people as victors.

The soldiers passed through the crowd like ancient heroes, accepting the cheers and worship of the people.

The fatigue of fighting, the fear of death, and all the haze had been thrown out of their minds at this moment, leaving only pride and emotion.

However, most militiamen did not have the opportunity to come to the square to participate in the celebration. They still needed to stay at their posts to prevent the enemy from making a comeback.

Late at night, the voices gradually faded away, and a hand suddenly broke out of the ground in a canal.

Then a man crawled out of the canal that was almost filled with mud and slowly crawled to the outside of the fence. As the man moved, the mud slid off his body, leaving a new mark behind him.

The experience of the Itamar army was by no means an isolated case. It was a special case that they did not suffer a setback in front of the well-prepared royal territory.

Almost all the troops sent by the Hungarian government to the royal estate suffered a disastrous defeat, which made Duke Banyat feel ashamed, because the nobles under his command were almost all responsible for conquering the royal estate.

In fact, this was also Kossuth's strategy, in order to make the Hungarian noble group and the Austrian side break up completely, but he did not expect it to end up like this.

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

Kossuth was also very angry, but he was not angry because of the loss of troops or face, but because he lost 30 cannons at once.

Due to Franz's intervention, Hungarians' industrial capacity was even worse than in history. Their arsenal could only produce two light artillery pieces and 1,200 rifles per month at most.

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

Although Hungary's military industry is not as good as a Russian arsenal, it can already beat the Egyptian Kingdom at its peak.

The arsenal built by Muhammad Ali, who had been a powerful force in the Near East for decades, could only produce 700 rifles per month at its peak.

That's why Kossuth was so eager for British assistance and felt so sorry for the thirty cannons and thousands of guns.

But all this was worth it in Kossuth's eyes, after all, overthrowing Duke Banyat was his ultimate goal.

Budapest, the Great Council.

The scorching sun in summer scorched the earth, and even the Danube River could not bring a trace of coolness. Perhaps only jumping into the water could relieve the heat.

Of course, only homeless people and children would take off their clothes and jump into the river to enjoy the coolness without hesitation, but some people would not hesitate to do so once they put on luxurious clothes, let alone be naked.

The air in the meeting hall was turbid and hot. The nobles, led by Duke Bagnat, were worried about their recent failures and the attacks of the single-clothed nobles.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

Duke Bagnat slammed the table with his gavel. The noble councillors on the side also helped to maintain order, but other factions obviously didn't buy it, especially those peasants who wanted to drive the nobles off the stage right now.

"Duke Bagnat, at least 300 nobles have died in the past month, and more civilians have been killed and injured. Now the Austrians have declared war on us! When will you kill all those guys who occupy our land?"

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

"Please believe us, give us some more time, we will definitely defeat the Austrians."

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

"Kill all the Austrians! Raze the royal territory to the ground! If they can't do anything, 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 Banyat was furious, but the councillor who spoke did not show any weakness and said with his neck stiff.

"Isn't there a river of blood now? It's just a death, and the Magyar warriors are fearless!"

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

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

"Speak up! Speak up! What are you afraid of him for? A noble vampire who only bullies his own way! A waste who gets diarrhea when fighting! We all support you!"

However, the congressman did not say anything more, and Kossuth was relieved. Although he hoped that everyone would follow his footsteps to resist Austria, if he really did that.

The Austrian Empire might immediately negotiate with the powers and then concentrate all its forces to attack Hungary. What Kossuth wanted was Hungarian independence, not to commit suicide.

In the end, this meeting did not come to any conclusion as usual, but made the congressmen sweat.

After the meeting, Duke Banyat was a little dazed. He felt that some people had gone crazy. Maybe he should go to Minister Szechenyi and Prince Esterhazy to talk. Maybe they could get in touch with Vienna.

Duke Banyat staggered when he walked, and his confidants wanted to come forward to help him, but he pushed them away, saying that the men of the Banyat family did not need pity from others.

The confidants could only follow on the side, and the other nobles also had their own ulterior motives. There was no doubt that the influence of Duke Banyat was weakening. Kossuth and those single-clothed nobles would sooner or later control the parliament. It was time to make a choice.

Suddenly, a man in black robes collided with Duke Banyat head-on. The Duke might have been really sick and actually threw himself on the other person.

In just a moment, the man in black robes made way and disappeared into the crowd.

"Hey! You guys, watch out!"

The confidants were still turning their heads and scolding, but Duke Banyat could no longer support himself and fell to the ground, blood gushing out of his abdomen, and blooming roses seeping out of his white dress.