The captain of the mercenary cocked Erlang's legs and smoked, after all, he had long been used to it, maybe it was the enemy's instigation, maybe it was the enemy's tactics anyway, his task was just to hold the manor.

It's not that the mercenary captain doesn't care about the outcome of this war or the safety of the people in the royal domain, but on the contrary, he comes here at such a moment because of a strong sense of national identity and national mission.

He didn't speak, he just felt that it was useless to worry about it, and it would be counterproductive to give random advice, and the most important thing was that even he, a veteran, couldn't find anything wrong with everything so far in his deployment.

The lame militia commander named Eric Lange was a Prussian who was one of the first immigrants and was recommended as a militia captain because of his experience in the Prussian army.

After that, he showed excellent command skills in many battles, and eventually became the commander-in-chief of the New Silesian territory.

Eric Lange felt that the staff officer's worries were a little too much, for the horse bandits, or Hungarians, had been the virtue of the horse bandits or Hungarians for all these years, and if they killed a few of the leaders, they would be scattered at once.

However, he also understood this concern, after all, there were indeed a lot of Hungarians coming this time, but as long as he sent someone out to confirm the results of the battle, he knew whether the other party really fled or retreated temporarily.

The militia under the command of Eric Lange went into action, and the first thing they did was to confirm whether the enemy was dead, the bodies would be cremated together, the dead would be treated, and whether they would survive or not was another matter.

Before dark, they found more than 1,300 corpses of Hungarians, as well as more than 1,000 abandoned prisoners, and even found uncollected cannons and gunpowder in the Hungarian camp.

The fact that such a big result could be achieved in one day was a little unbelievable to the cadets from Vienna, but for Eric Lange and the mercenary captain, they were accustomed to it.

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

News of the victory soon reached the manor, and the center of the realm was more like a town than a manor.

The next day, the townspeople put up their lights, flags and ribbons fluttered in the wind from the windows and roofs of every building, and the people spontaneously came to the square to listen to the official battle reports and victory speeches.

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

In addition, the missionaries of this era were not ordinary from the local people, both in terms of their minds and their ability to adapt to emergencies, and they knew the local area very well, so they were often able to speak to the point.

Under Franz's demand for full responsibility and unity, on the contrary, there were not many scruples, so there were few empty and abstract speeches.

After the speeches, the real celebration began, and the residents dressed up and sang and danced to cheerful tunes.

The Austrian Empire had no shortage of musicians, and at this moment the majestic piano, the elegant violin and the country tune of windpipe, harmonica and bandoneon (an accordion-like instrument) were all in harmony.

Singing and dancing could not have been without wine and meat, and the aroma of Pilsner beer and grilled pork chops filled the square.

At this point, it's finally time for the protagonist to appear, and the soldiers enter the square one after another in gorgeous uniforms, and they will serve as the victors to distribute wine and meat to the people.

Soldiers cut through the crowd like heroes of old, receiving the cheers and adoration of the populace.

The exhaustion of the battle, the fear of death, and all the gloom have been thrown out of the sky by them at this moment, and all that remains is pride and emotion.

However, most of the militia did not have the opportunity to come to the square to participate in the celebrations, and they still had to stay at their posts to prevent the enemy from returning.

In the middle of the night, the voices gradually dispersed, and in a canal, a hand suddenly broke through the ground.

Then a man crawled out of the ditch that was almost filled with mud and slowly crawled out of the fence wall, and the dirt slid off him as the man moved, leaving a new trail behind him.

The Itamar army was by no means alone, and it was a special case to not be deflated in front of the royal realm that had been prepared for a long time.

Almost all of the Hungarian government's troops sent to the royal estates suffered crushing defeats, much to the disgrace of the Duke of Baniyat, who were almost entirely responsible for the royal estates.

In fact, this was also Kossuth's strategy, in order to make a complete break between the Hungarian aristocracy and the Austrian side, but in the end, he did not expect to achieve this virtue.

He felt that no matter how wasteful those nobles were, the two sides should be five or five, but it was outrageous to be beaten eight to 0 by someone.

Kossuth was also furious, 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 ability to intervene in the Hungarians' industry even worse than historically, their arsenal was only able to produce a maximum of two light artillery pieces a month, as well as 1200 rifles.

Don't think this is outrageous, in fact, Russia's largest arsenal (the Ivzhesk Arsenal) was only able to build two light guns and one heavy gun per month, as well as 400 swords and 2,100 rifles, plus 16,500 rounds of ammunition per month before Franz's intervention.

Although Hungary's military industrial capacity is not as good as that of a Russian arsenal, it can already lift the Egyptian kingdom at its peak.

At its peak, the arsenal built by Muhammad Ali, who had been calling for decades in the Near East, could only produce 700 rifles a month.

That's why Kossuth was so anxious for the help of the British, and so distressed about the thirty guns and thousands of guns.

But it was all worth it for Kossuth, because the overthrow of the Duke of Baniyat was his ultimate goal.

Budapest, Grand Council.

The scorching summer sun scorchs the earth, and even the Danube River does not bring a hint of coolness, and perhaps only by jumping into the water can relieve the heat.

Of course, only homeless people and children will take off their clothes and jump into the river to cool off, but some people do not want to do it again once they have put on luxurious clothes, let alone be naked.

The air in the council chamber was muddy and hot, and the nobles, led by the Duke of Bariyat, were overwhelmed by the recent defeat and the attacks of the single-clothed nobles.

"Quiet! Be quiet! ”

Duke Baniyat slammed the table with a deliberative hammer, and the noble councillors on the side were also helping to maintain order, but the other factions obviously didn't accept this, especially those who wanted to oust the nobles from power now.

"Duke of Baniyat, at least three hundred nobles have been killed in the last month, and civilians have been killed and wounded even more. Now the Austrians have declared war on us! When are you going to kill all the guys who occupy our land? ”

In the face of the attack, Duke Baniyat had long lost his past arrogance, and he could only repeat it.

"Believe us, give us some more time and we will be able to overcome the Austrians."

However, this kind of nonsense literature, the parliamentarians have heard it countless times, and a series of battles have caused heavy losses on the part of the nobles, so many people can't bear it.

"Kill all the Austrians! Raze the royal realm to the ground! I don't believe they can sit idly by, they really can't kill that adult! ”

"Shut up! Ignorant fools! Do you want to make Hungarian blood flow? No one wants to be buried for you! ”

The Duke of Baniyat was furious, but the councillor who spoke did not show weakness, and said with a stiff neck.

"Isn't there a river of blood now? But one death, the warriors of Magyars have nothing to fear! ”

"It's not just you, me, it's your family, friends, and everyone you know who will die, and that's the real war that never stops!"

The councillor wanted to say something, but he found that the faces of the noble councillors were very ugly, and he was sure that as long as the conditions allowed, these guys in front of him would not hesitate to kill him.

"Say! Say! Afraid of what he does! It's going to be a noble vampire in the nest! Waste that will be strained as soon as there is a war! We've got your back! ”

However, the councillor did not say anything more, and Kossuth breathed a sigh of relief, and although he hoped that everyone would follow in his footsteps and rebel against Austria, if he did.

The Austrian Empire might have made peace with the Great Powers at once, and then concentrated all its forces on Hungary. Kossuth wanted Hungarian independence, not death.

In the end, the meeting did not reach any conclusions as usual, but only made the parliamentarians sweat.

At the end of the meeting, the Duke of Baniyat was in a trance, and he felt that some people had gone mad, and that perhaps he should go to Minister Széchenyi and Prince Esterhazy to talk, and perhaps they could find a way to get on the line of Vienna.

The Duke of Baniyat staggered as he walked, and his cronies tried to come forward to help, but he pushed them away, on the grounds that the men of the Baniyat family did not need to be pitied.

The cronies can only follow from the sidelines, and the other noble councilors also have their own agendas, there is no doubt that the influence of the Duke of Baniyat is waning, and sooner or later Kosuth and those single-clothed nobles will control the parliament, and it is time to make a choice.

Suddenly, a black-robed man collided head-on with the Duke of Baniyat, and the Duke may have been really sick and pounced on the other party.

In just an instant, the black-robed man gave up a position and then disappeared into the crowd.

"Hey! You guy look at the point! ”

The cronies were still turning their heads and scolding, but the Duke of Baniyat could no longer support it and fell to the ground, blood gushing out of his abdomen, and blooming roses oozing from his white gown.