The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 952: Go your own way

Although the businessman had a pleasant smile, Baojani himself had an indescribable dislike for opium wine.

In fact, it was because he stayed in Vienna for too long. Under the propaganda of the Austrian government and church, opium wine was almost equated with chronic poison.

No one likes to drink poison to quench thirst, but in other areas outside Austria, people really use opium as a "health product" due to their limited knowledge of opium.

The effect of the opium wine was very obvious, and the two seriously injured men who had been moaning quickly fell asleep.

While Baojani was still hesitating, news of the opium wine spread throughout the military camp, and the wounded soldiers gathered in front of the general's tent.

"Please, General!" shouted a seriously wounded man on crutches.

"Please, General!" the other wounded soldiers responded.

Looking at the soldiers whose hands and feet were brutally amputated by doctors, Baujani felt very guilty. He did not expect that Hungary would suffer such a big loss, and he did not expect that Austria would reject Hungary's peace proposal.

It's exactly what Mr. Kossuth said.

"The Austrians are afraid of the freedom of the Hungarians! They are afraid of the power of the Hungarians! They are jealous of the freedom of the Hungarians and the power of the Hungarians, and they want to bind us forever!"

Budapest, Grand Council.

Kossuth's impassioned speech won applause from the audience, and representatives from all over the country spared no effort in praising him.

"Mr. Kossuth said so well!"

"Mr. Kossuth! When can we break into Vienna?"

This inappropriate question instantly brought the atmosphere of the venue to a freezing point. Many Kossuth's fanatical supporters even wanted to tear the newcomer into pieces.

But the rash newcomer asked exactly what everyone wanted to ask: What is the future of the Hungarian Republic?

The new Hungarian government has proposed many reforms, but nothing seems to have changed. The laws of the Austrian Empire were still used as customary law, and the promotion of the new Krachael encountered great obstacles.

People are unwilling to exchange the old coins in their hands for new coins, let alone use real money at home.

The price of old coins on the black market remained high, and the Hungarian government had no choice but to tie taxes to new coins. As a result, all it collected was new coins.

The Hungarian government wants to purchase supplies, but foreign businessmen do not recognize the so-called new currency. They only recognize gold and silver.

Other issues such as land reform, serfdom, and conscription were even more troublesome, and even caused a lot of trouble.

Just when everyone was doubting, hesitating, and confused, Kossuth's loud and contagious voice sounded at the right time.

"Gentlemen! Do you know? Our army has already reached the city of Pressburg!"

"oh!!!"

There was a sound of surprise.

"And Pressburg is only 54 kilometers away from Vienna!"

The exclamation sounded again.

"As long as General Baujani advances five kilometers every day, it will only take us 11 days to reach Vienna!"

Immediately after the words were finished, someone stood up and raised their arms and shouted.

"Long live Hungary!"

"Long live Hungary!"

"Get into Vienna!"

"Get into Vienna!"

"Capture the Dog Emperor alive!"

The atmosphere of the meeting reached its climax with shouts and shouts, and Hungarian representatives from all over the country took the stage one after another to pledge their allegiance to the new Republic of Hungary.

What they didn't know was that tens of thousands of Hungarians had died on the battlefield less than a kilometer wide in front of Pressburg, but Pressburg and its guardians did not waver in the slightest.

The young Hungarian elite in Vienna were not so optimistic. They learned from the pro-Hungarian faction in the city that there had been a large-scale rebellion in the city before.

There were at least tens of thousands of soldiers and people participating in the rebellion, but the uprising was suppressed within one day. "one day?"

All the Hungarians exclaimed almost simultaneously.

"You didn't lie to us, did you?"

The pro-Hungarian faction sighed and said sadly.

"I wish it was a hoax. My father, brother, son and son-in-law all disappeared that day."

"How can this be?"

Petofi knew very well that even if there were only a few thousand people in the Prague uprising and the riot lasted for more than a month, a team of tens of thousands of people in Paris could directly force the palace.

"But it is what it is. I hope you can kill every Austrian. Avenge us."

The man stood up and was about to leave, but Petofi heard the meaning of the other man's words.

"us?"

"Well, I'm going to die too."

The man's mood didn't change much, as if he was talking about a very common thing. Petofi understood that the other party had spent his life to send the information.

He hugged the man tightly.

"Friend, take care."

The Hungarian elites present also hugged the men goodbye one by one.

As soon as the man walked out of the hotel, he was taken into the carriage by two spies in trench coats.

Petofi clenched his fists tightly.

"Have you seen it?! Austria is such an authoritarian and terrifying country."

Petofi originally wanted to use hatred to boost morale, but what he saw was a group of frightened lambs instead of angry warriors.

In fact, what they saw and heard along the way was torture for these proud Hungarian elites. Their dreams were pulled out and shattered one by one. The most terrifying thing is that now even their lives are no longer guaranteed.

The Austrian imperial government regarded them as traitors, and those spies could kill the people who delivered the messages for them, as well as them.

"Mr. Petofi, what should we do?"

The man's eyes were filled with fear.

"Mr. Petofi, let's go back to Budapest quickly. Otherwise we will be killed."

This man even forgot the declaration he made when he came, that he would be loyal to Hungary no matter whether he lived or died, and he would complete the mission assigned by the country and the nation no matter whether he lived or died.

"No one is allowed to leave! Have you forgotten your oath? We are brave Hungarians! We will never fail! Believe in Mr. Kossuth, he will definitely have a way to break Pressburg!"

Everyone nodded in silence, without any trace of their ambition.

It was Franz's job to make the Hungarians suffer. In fact, he had nothing to talk about with the traitors. He did not directly go down the river to destroy Hungary, but he just wanted to completely clean up this cancer.

The new countries selected by the Hungarians were all very bad from a military perspective and very suitable for siege.

No matter which direction you attack Budapest from, there is no need to consider supply issues. The wide Danube River facilitates supplies for the besieging side and divides the defenders' forces.

At this time, almost every Austrian general suggested to Franz that Budapest should be captured first and then a decisive battle with Britain and France.

In their eyes, in one month, Austria's military strength would be enough to break through Budapest. After eliminating internal troubles, they can devote themselves wholeheartedly to the war with Britain and France.

Theoretically speaking, what these generals said was not wrong, but Franz did not want to bet that Britain and France would keep their promised time to start the war.

(End of this chapter)