Someone tried to escape, but immediately the slave traders knocked them down and whipped them.

These slave traders were very experienced, and they knew how to fight so as not to damage the goods, and to make these people obedient.

These Hungarians soon fell into despair, and they went through a lot of hardships, abandoning their wives and children, and they did not expect to end up as white slaves.

Someone began to cry quietly, and soon the cry spread like a plague among the crowd.

"It's funny, that you dare to call yourself a fighting nation?" A slave said disdainfully in German.

Soon slaves began to converse in German, and the German-speaking slaves looked as if they were not slaves, but a group of tourists who had come to the circus to see a show.

"Shut them up." The leader of a slave trader said impatiently to his subordinates that he hated white slaves the most, because there were a lot of, either crying or making trouble, and there was a group of neurotics.

It's just that the Hungarian officials who traded with them were already frightened, and these people spoke not only German, but also German (Viennese dialect) spoken by the Austrian upper class, not the native dialect of the German slaves who had been before.

"Kill them, quick!" The Hungarian official shouted hysterically, but was kicked over by the ringleader next to him.

"Damn, you can't buy Hungarian slaves next time, it's all fucking insane." Then he looked at his subordinates, "What are you still doing in a daze, with a leather whip and a stick!" ”

A slave trader whipped the slave who had the most pleasant conversation, but to his surprise, his hand was grabbed in mid-air by another tall slave.

"You let go! Damn it! Let go of your hands! The slave trader was frightened and angry, and kept roaring.

However, the tall slave had no intention of letting go, but increased the force on his hand, and the whip in the slave trader's hand fell in response.

The tall slave then kicked the slave trader in the lower abdomen, kicking the latter's entire body off the ground.

However, the leader of the slave traders watched with interest, admiring the big man in front of him, and at this time a game of slaves to the death was popular in North America.

To put it simply, two or more slaves were locked up together and watched them fight to the death, just like the gladiators of ancient Rome, where the winner wins everything and the loser loses everything.

There are many names for this game, from Django Saved as Mandingo, Alabama Wrestling, or Hercules Game.

Participants can be black or Indian, and some whites are forced to participate. An excellent Mandingguo person can even sell for a high price of tens of thousands of dollars, and the white slave in front of him fully meets this standard, he is tall and ruthless, he can abolish people with one blow, and he can definitely make a lot of money.

The tall man, Buckway, was the Taaffe's bodyguard and a nobleman, and the German slave was none other than Edward Taaffe's cousin, Simmond Taffe, an idle and thrill-seeking nobleman.

Pretending to be a slave across the ocean was not the craziest thing Simmond had ever done, he had offered himself a reward just to check that his home was safe.

Buckway was accustomed to the madness of his masters, and he said in French with his foot on the head of the slave trader.

"Won't you come to his rescue?"

In response to Buckwe's provocation, the leader of the slave traders did not get angry, but asked calmly.

"Do you want to make a lot of money? Aren't you here to make money? I guarantee you can make money here that you can't make in a lifetime in Europe. ”

"I don't want to." Buckway threw the half-dead slave trader out, and the leader of the traffickers was knocked down on the spot before he could dodge, shouting "Hit me!" Beat him until he is served!"

Dozens of slave traders rushed to the crowd and beat people with leather whips and sticks, but at this time the white slaves were no longer afraid, but fought with the slave traders.

Seeing that the dozens of slave traders were about to be beaten to death by the white slaves, several more slave traders rushed over with guns.

"Stop! Or shoot it! I"

But before the man could finish speaking, he was shot in the head.

A few of the slaves with guns drew their guns and shot when they saw that the other party was about to move seriously, because they knew that Archduke Albrecht was still there, and they could not afford to let the other party have any accidents.

Albrecht was still in the middle of the guards, and could only shout "Rush!" Kill! Fight with them! ”

The slave traders did not have many guns and were defenseless.

On the other hand, there is a sneak attack, plus two new Colt revolvers each, and they are also battle-hardened veterans.

The battle was uncontested, and soon a dozen slave traders with guns were killed.

The leader who fell to the ground and the crowd fighting together were all frightened, because the situation was reversed twice in an instant, which made people a little confused.

Dozens of royal guards began to clean up the battlefield, occupy the estate, and the slave traders were tied together.

The leader of the slave traders sneered and said, "It doesn't matter who you are! If you dare to smash our field, you are all dead! The French gendarmerie will be there soon! ”

At this time, the little boss spoke English, which most of the people present could not understand.

Albrecht could understand, and stepped forward with a big mouth, pumping the other party's eyes with gold stars.

"Who instructed you?"

The little leader pointed to the large house nearby, and with a wave of Albrecht's hand, a group of royal guards and Austrian officers rushed into the house.

At this time, the former Hungarian government commissioner was also arrested, and the angry Hungarian white slave almost tried to tear him to pieces, but Albrecht stopped him.

"It's just right, you guys explain the ins and outs of this matter, and let everyone hear who is involved."

"I, I." The commissioner was a little slurred by the fright.

Albrecht was not in a good temper, so he simply took out the notebook that Franz gave him and handed it to the Hungarian commissioner.

"Read! What is missing, what is missing, you can add it yourself, and if your confessions are different, I do not recommend handing you over to your people. I'm sure they'll be willing to tear you to shreds. ”

The commissioner's body was already covered with water, and he could only cry and talk.

Albrecht also gave him a promise.

"As long as you make everything clear, I can send you and your family to a place where no one else can find it."

The commissioner naturally knew Archduke Albrecht, and he also knew that he was going to die, and he could only fight once for a glimmer of life.

"But Archduke Albrecht, how do you go back? It's French territory. ”

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, you'll know right away."

At this time the whistle sounded, and the fleet of the Austrian Imperial Navy returned.

Archduke Friedrich, commander of the Navy, stood at the bow of the ship and said to his newly formed Marine Corps.

"Bring back my eldest brother and my compatriots in Austria, and if anyone stops me, don't be polite, and arrest them all and return home."

White slaves, officials suspected of the slave trade, slave traders, and witnesses were brought back to China by Friedrich.

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(End of chapter)