Chapter 1087 This, Big Official, Is Valuable!

Six people withstood the attack of 150 elite hussars, which is something to be proud of for any soldier.

However, it was nothing for Ludwig von Lens and his comrades, after all, more ridiculous things had happened in the colonies.

This was the first official appearance of the steam fortress on the European continent, but it was far from the expected effect.

The Austrian Imperial Weapons Development Bureau had high expectations for it, believing that this kind of big killer could completely replace the position of cavalry in the plains.

It was precisely because of the emergence of steam tanks that the development of breech-loading artillery was further promoted.

After all, if it is necessary to load ammunition outside the iron shell, then this mobile fortress itself loses its meaning. The reason why there is no breech-loading artillery at this time is not that there is no breech-loading artillery, but that the problem of aiming and recoil cannot be solved.

However, the experts of the Austrian Imperial Weapons Development Bureau are still very optimistic. After all, in theory, this is a one-sided massacre, and the air rifle is also a weapon they have high hopes for.

However, the reality is that the power of the three vehicle-mounted air rifles is still not enough. If the comrades had not arrived in time, Major Lens would have died heroically.

According to his idea, if all Hungarians were such desperate criminals, then the role of these mobile fortresses would be very limited.

Lens had fought many battles in the colonies over the years, killing heinous bounty criminals, savage Indian natives, rampant bounty hunters, Mexican gangs, French mercenaries, members of the Ark of Doom (cultists), North American brown bears, and black people.

In fact, most Austrians at this time had never seen black people, and they even doubted whether such creatures really existed.

Folks usually associate black people with black wizards. After arriving in America, they are combined with local legends of the dead, the great plague, and the Black Death that once occurred in Europe.

Coupled with the instigation of the church, Austrians living in North America believe that black people are messengers of the plague, believers of the devil, and cursed people.

The war between whites and blacks is not a war between nations, but a duel between the living and the dead, light and darkness, and "justice" and "evil".

Black people can be resurrected infinitely, and the only way to defeat them is to purify those cursed bodies with fire.

According to the logic of the church: black people who will be reduced to ashes by the flames must be demons, and those who cannot be burned to death by the flames are even more demons.

Back to the topic, Lance searched in his memory for those so-called strong enemies. In front of the regular army of Austria, not to mention a decent resistance, not to wet his pants was considered very courageous.

However, he was sweating profusely in the first battle with the Hungarians. Ludwig von Lance was no longer the ignorant college student who shouted "defending the country" in the Confederation Congress. Many years of colonial military career made him clearly feel that he was only a line away from death, and he even thought of his last words.

However, even the strongest elite, after losing the commander and a large number of main backbones, was like a headless fly when facing an enemy force dozens of times larger than itself.

Some of the fleeing Hussars were caught up and shot off their horses, some got lost and fell into trenches, some tried to hide but were soon discovered, some wanted to surrender, and some tried to defend their last glory and launched a desperate charge against the steel behemoth.

But all of them had only one ending, that is, death. If there was no influence of nationalism in the past, both sides could talk about interests even if they had deep hatred, and ransom for prisoners was common in Europe.

However, there was no possibility of retreat at this time. The blood on the sabers of the Hungarian Hussars was not dry, and their blood was also spilled on this land.

The farmers did not let go of any of the invading Hungarians, but even if they killed them, they would not be satisfied. They dragged the bodies of the Hungarian Hussars and hung them on trees, nailed them to crosses, and even fed them directly to dogs.

However, the priests and doctors quickly stopped the farmers' actions, because this was easy to cause plague and more likely to cause some strange diseases.

Some people suggested that the bodies of Hungarians should be composted as they had done in the past. This would not only make full use of the resources, but also make up for some losses. The most important thing was that the Hungarians could be severely humiliated.

But this approach was quickly rejected. The government could not officially support this approach, but the folk traditions should be respected at least.

So the officials of the royal territory only gave a guideline that hanging should be prohibited, and that the bodies should be cremated and buried on the spot.

Ludwig von Lence had no opinion on the people's choice of dealing with the bodies. After all, he had seen even more horrifying things in North America.

For example, some Indians and Wild Darts who directly ate the bodies of their enemies.

Compared with these details, Ludwig von Lence was more concerned about whether every battle on the European battlefield was so tragic, and he didn't know how his comrades were doing now.

But he obviously thought too much. He was just unlucky and happened to meet the elite troops of Hungary.

In fact, at this time, most of the Hungarian Hussars in the entire royal territory had collapsed, and it was only a matter of time before they perished.

In fact, most of the Hungarian assault teams had already collapsed when they saw the steam tanks, and very few were able to hold their ground and launch a counterattack.

Major Sandor Roy and his hussars were indeed the elite of the elite, but no matter how strong the elite was, they could not make up for the gap in time.

When the 150 elite hussars fled to the border, only three were left, and they were about to escape this terrible "trap".

Yes, at this time, Major Sandor Roy thought this was a trap. He must go back to stop Janos Damojanic from sending troops to attack. Instead, he should dig trenches to prevent the enemy's full-scale counterattack.

Although they have reached the border, this is also the most heavily defended place by the Austrians. For safety reasons, Sandor Roy said.

"You two, as long as I can go back safely, I will give you two one thousand... no, two thousand forints each. If you die, I will also ensure that the money will be sent to your family."

The hussars are indeed the most greedy. If two thousand forints were in the past, it would be enough for an ordinary Hungarian soldier to work hard for twenty years without food or drink.

However, at this time, two thousand forints may only be exchanged for two hundred florins of silver coins. This is indeed a considerable fortune, but it may not be worth risking your life for it.

"Five thousand!" said one of the older hussars.

Sandor Roy cursed inwardly, but his expression did not change and he responded.

"Okay! Five thousand is five thousand. I'll give you two five thousand, as long as I can go back safely."

The older hussar smiled, revealing a mouthful of rough yellow teeth.

"It's five thousand each."

"What?" Five thousand each, two people together is ten thousand forints, Sandor Roy gritted his teeth and said.

"Okay."

Because he knew very well that he didn't have time to waste time with these two guys here, the Austrians might catch up at any time.

But Sandor Roy still miscalculated. They had made too much noise in the royal territory before, and the royal territory had already begun to mobilize.

You have to know that there are millions of people in the entire royal territory, and most of them are young and strong. These people all have guns. Once mobilized, there will be hundreds of thousands of militia.

Not to mention their thousands of hussars, even the main force of Janos Damojanic can't take so many troops.

Santor Roy and the two hussars were spotted as they ran all the way. They just got off their horses and prepared to sneak through the farmland in the same way they came.

There was a burst of gunfire, and the old hussar who had just been bargaining with Shandor Roy and his two horses fell in a pool of blood.

Shandor Roy pushed away another hussar and tried to get on his horse and escape, but the hussar also got angry and pulled Shandor Roy off his horse, and the two sides started fighting.

There were several Prussian veterans among the militiamen who gathered around. They knew that one of them was wearing the uniform of a major officer, so they immediately stopped the angry people from wanting to sacrifice blood.

"This, sir, is valuable."