In fact, the relocation of Serbs to Vojvodina was a desperate move, and Franz could not allow a large number of Serbs to remain there for the sake of Belgrade's long-term stability.

In order to minimize resistance to migration, and even to get the local Serbs to relocate voluntarily, Franz had to target Vojvodina, where the land was fertile.

This was the most effective plan that Austria, which lacked national strength at that time, could come up with, although the distance was less than 100 kilometers, but after all, there were more than 100,000 people, and it was easy to be happy and sad once something went wrong.

After all, no country really wants Austria to get the keys to the Balkans, and the slightest spark could cause a big riot.

At this time, the situation was similar to the fact that the Serbs had a weak presence in the Austrian Empire, not because they had no national concept at all, like the Slovenes, but because their power was too dispersed.

The Serbs already have their own country, so it's definitely not a good thing for the Serbs to pool their forces together and grow stronger.

Franz, the Serbs, could not have satisfied their demands, he would not allow Vojvodina to be autonomous, much less cede the southern gates of the Austrian Empire to a people who could defect at any time.

It has to be said that the Hungarians are very talented in making trouble for Austria, and the former always needs to be held accountable for the basket that the former pokes.

The governments of the royal domains of refugees who fled to Vojvodina from far and wide had no choice but to accept them, or push them over to the Hungarian side.

It was in the immediate interests of the Austrian Empire to have more refugees in need of assistance than to have more enemies.

But between receiving and not receiving, Franz felt that there should be a third way. That is to send refugees abroad and let them return to their hometowns with honor.

True, Franz was ready to open a green channel specifically for these Serbs to send them back to the place where their ancestors lived.

The governors of Vojvodina and Belgrade, though puzzled, believed that population was as important as land and a resource of great importance to the empire, but they faithfully carried out Franz's orders.

It was Miloš Obrenovic, the Balkan tyrant who couldn't figure out why the Austrians would do that.

However, it did him a great favor, after all, the population was a valuable asset to the country regardless of the era, and even more so for the Serbian principality, which was in ruins.

It was only the Bosnians in the Serbian principality at this time who were the allies of Miloš Obrenović when Serbia was underpopulated in the past.

After receiving information that Austria would send a large number of Serbs to Serbia, Miloš Obrenovic directly tore off his mask, and he wanted to fight for more living space for the Serbs.

As a result, the chicken contest in Bosnia was staged again, and the once first-class people were reduced to livestock slaughtered at will.

Don't doubt the ruthlessness and ruthlessness of Miloš Obrenovic, let alone such temporary allies, even if they are the ones they once followed, the heroes of the Serbs, who will kill you as long as they get in his way.

Karačorj Petrović, the hero who led the Serbian War of Independence, was given to the Ottoman Sultan by Miloš with his head cut off.

In fact, in order to convince Miloš Obrenović that the Austrian Empire was sincere in its intention to return the Serbs to Serbia, the Austrian side also charged an extradition fee, and the cost of the relocation of the Serbs had to be borne by the Principality of Serbia.

Miloš Obrenovic, who had to borrow heavily in order to cover these expenses, and even embezzled military salaries outright, was more attractive to the real population than the illusory Belgrade.

This is also the reason why Miloš Obrenovic was the first to come up with a plan to attack Belgrade, but he was slow to do so.

High risk and high return are certainly not as big as the temptation of zero risk and high return, Miloš Obrenovic is not stupid, and Osman Su Danjid is not stupid, the former does not move, and the latter does not move.

Therefore, the imaginary war in the southeast did not happen, and Count Latour, who was sitting in Belgrade, was a little depressed, he wanted to come to fight, but he turned out to be the captain of the transport brigade.

At first, Count Latour saw this as an opportunity for the Serbs to take advantage of the refugee reception to launch an offensive against Belgrade.

However, he soon found himself overthinking, as neither the refugees nor the recipients sent by Miloš carried weapons or anything similar to weapons.

However, routine checks were necessary, and the Count of Latour was convinced that Miloš would show his feet.

As for whether ordinary soldiers will slack off? Will there be reluctance to check the Serbs who come and go?

The answer is no! Bandits are like combs, soldiers are like grates, and officials are like shavings, but it's no joke.

Raiding was the consensus of almost all European armies, unless the royal family was in charge and promised enough benefits to restrain it.

Although the card inspection is not as direct as looting, the benefits are so large, but the relative risk is also small, there is such a good thing The soldier is too late to be happy, how can he slack off, it is too late to grab such a good thing!

Franz had actually considered the possibility of a surprise attack by the Ottomans and Serbia, but the fortified city of Belgrade had been built for so many years, plus nearly 100,000 defenders.

If Belgrade is really broken by the Ottoman and Serbian armies, then it can only be said that its arrangements over the years are still too light on the enemy.

However, this is not a big event, after all, there is Nordsavi behind, which is the real gateway to the Austrian Empire.

Thanks to the opening of the Greater Illyrian Railway, it would take only two to three weeks to deliver 50,000 to 100,000 men of weapons and equipment from the Italian battlefield to Nordsavi.

Before the opening of the railway, it would take forty days for even the elite soldiers to walk, and in fact it was normal to walk for two or three months.

After all, the Russians were Franz's ultimate weapon against the Ottoman Empire, and he did not think that the Russians could resist the temptation to go south.

Franz's real concern was the royal estates on the Hungarian plain, which contained not only food and supplies, but also the fruits of a resettlement development program: land and German-speaking populations.

In the eyes of the Hungarians, the royal estates are like blood bags, and the sacking of the royal estates will greatly alleviate the Hungarian government's embarrassing financial situation, and at the same time improve their morale, and can also break those ideas of grass on the wall.

Although the main force of the Hungarian rebellion was the single-clothed aristocracy, most of the propertied aristocracy remained ambiguous, and they even celebrated the Austrians' holding of Pressburg.

After more than ten years of development since 1836, there are dozens of royal estates on the Hungarian Great Plain, and the total number of immigrants exceeds one million, and they can provide hundreds of millions of florins to the royal family every year.

For the sake of money, naturally no one will say much, and the corresponding Franz has much more room to operate.

A Hungarian army of about 10,000 men came to the periphery of Neo-Silesia, the largest royal estate on the entire Hungarian plain, and looked at the endless fields and the rudimentary fences on the periphery.

The soldiers couldn't help but laugh out loud, as if they had found a naked-garde beauty on a deserted island surrounded by no people, greed and ferocity were on full display.

The fat general on the horse was a little embarrassed, to be honest, he was able to sit in the position of lieutenant general completely because of the shadow of his ancestors, he just wanted to go through his life happily, and he didn't want to participate in this war.

Moreover, General Itamar's uncle was inexplicably involved in the battle between the horse bandits and the royal estate a few years ago, and the body has not been found so far.

However, the situation is stronger than the man, and he must attack the royal estate and kill the Germans from outside to prove his loyalty to the Hungarian parliament.

This upset General Itamar greatly, considering that no one had dared to persecute him in the first forty years of his life.

"General Itamar, we have arrived. You see, the morale of the soldiers is high, and they are waiting for your order.

How do I think you're a little worried? Are you sympathetic to those invaders? ”

A gloomy voice rang out, and cold eyes like poisonous snakes were looking General Itamar up and down, and he couldn't help but tighten his throat and send chills down his spine.

General Itamar swore that he disliked the prison very much, but he now had to justify his actions.

"Mr. Tyutkale, you know that these lands are private property purchased by the Habsburg royal family from the Hungarian government by legal means"

Itamar was interrupted by the bravest Hungarian man before he could finish his sentence.

"Legal? It's ridiculous! ”

Tyutkale sneered.

"You may not know, Mr. Tyutkale, that every purchase agreement is approved by the Hungarian Grand Council, and there are deeds."

Itamar was interrupted again.

"Your Excellency, General, we are no longer slaves of the Austrians! Why did the new Hungary recognize those covenants of the Old Kingdom? ”

"But isn't Article 1 of our law the sanctity of private property? Isn't it contrary to the letter of the law that we are doing so? ”

"Your Excellency General, carry out the order!"

General Itamar was a little helpless, but gave the order to attack anyway.

Fortunately, the peasants had already gone into hiding as soon as they saw the army, and he thought it should be an easy battle.

However, as soon as the leading soldiers crossed the wooden fence, they were attacked, and a dense burst of gunfire rang out from all directions, and the first company to enter the manor was almost completely annihilated.

No one expected this to happen, after all, the manor was nothing more than a group of German peasants, not a barbarian people like the Croats and Serbs.

Just when the Hungarian army was a little dazed, a voice pulled them back to reality.

"This is royal territory, and trespassers die!"