War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

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"It's over! It's all over!"

A soldier just ran into the command center and started vomiting. Heinrich Deme and a group of Hungarian senior officers didn't understand what was going on.

One of the tall and strong officers picked up the soldier and cursed.

"It's not even a fight yet! What's over!"

The officers' faces were gloomy, because they didn't tell the ordinary soldiers about the actual military strength of Austria in Pressburg, but they were so scared as soon as they came into contact. How could they fight this war?

"Put him down and let him finish his words."

Henrich Deme's face was also gloomy. The Austrian army was mobilized more and more frequently, and he knew that this battle was inevitable.

"General! There's a fire! What a big fire!"

"Fire? Where? The arsenal?"

Henrich Deme asked anxiously. In fact, he had always been worried that there were Austrian spies in the barracks, and a group of officers thought that there was a fire somewhere in the barracks.

"It's everywhere."

The soldier was obviously frightened, and Heinrich Deme could only push him away and go outside the headquarters. The surroundings were in a mess, and black smoke could be vaguely seen in the distance.

Heinrich Deme immediately climbed up to the observation tower. Fire! Fire everywhere! The periphery of the military camp was already a sea of ​​fire and was approaching the military camp.

"Fire!"

Heinrich Deme shouted hoarsely. In fact, it was not new for the Great Plain of Hungary to catch fire in autumn, but this time it came too suddenly and too coincidentally.

What was even more coincidental was that the Austrian army, which had been dormant for half a year, finally began to act, which made Heinrich Deme conclude that everything was a conspiracy of the Austrians.

It might not be too late to dig a fire isolation belt now, because the characteristic of grassland fire is that it spreads quickly and sparks fly in the wind.

But it must be dug, because once the fire really spreads to the military camp, or approaches the military camp, the thick smoke that floats over will collapse the morale of the army.

And there was no guarantee that the Austrian spies in the army would not take the opportunity to cause greater damage, so he called the gendarmerie commander in charge of camp management.

"Now start organizing people to dig the isolation zone, and then focus on the arsenal and granary, and double the guards for each officer above the school level! Go!"

Heinrich Deme calmly gave the order and began to let the combat troops enter the defense line to prepare for a decisive battle with the Austrian army.

Although the Hungarian army's defense line is a bit rudimentary compared to the city defense of Pressburg, this is already his limit.

There is a lack of building materials on the grassland, coupled with insufficient supplies and a lack of sufficient manpower. It must be said that Heinrich Deme is an absolute genius in execution to build this defense line.

However, before the battle began, the Hungarian army collapsed.

"There is a monster!"

"Look! What is that in the sky!"

The soldiers fled in panic. Although there have been rumors of sky monsters for a long time, the Hungarian government has never acknowledged it in order to ensure morale.

According to the Hungarian government's propaganda, the so-called air force is just a trick of the Austrians, and the purpose is just to disrupt the morale of the army.

If the Austrians really have an air force, why haven't they used it before? Why are they hiding in Pressburg?

It is obvious that the Austrians are liars, and Pius IX, who has been promoting this matter, is even more of a charlatan, so this rumor is not credible at all.

Heinrich Deme was unwilling to believe that this was true, but the huge figure floating in the sky at this time made him have to believe it.

The participation of the Air Force in the war was completely beyond the cognition of Heinrich Deme and most Hungarians.

Even a veteran like Heinrich Deme had a serious brain failure, but the Austrian Imperial Army did not give him time to recover.

With the order of the officer, the large-caliber artillery on the top of the city began to roar, and the shells fell heavily on the simple positions of the Hungarian army like meteors through the sky.

The temporary earth walls and wooden boards were blown to pieces, and the soft sand was blown up several meters high. The terrified soldiers hid behind those not-so-solid fortifications and trembled.

From time to time, some people were thrown high by the air waves, and some were even hit directly by the shells, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere. The dead could not even scream, but the comrades who were covered in blood lost their minds.

However, they did not want revenge, but wanted to escape from this terrible hell frantically.

Although the heavy artillery was powerful, the intensity of firepower still depended on the rocket troops.

Five hundred simple launchers could deliver tens of thousands of rockets to the battlefield within half an hour. Such firepower was enough to plow the ground wherever it passed.

Moreover, the sense of oppression of the rocket troops was incomparable to that of traditional artillery. The rockets in the sky dragged long tail flames, changing the color of the entire sky.

In addition, the launch speed of the rockets was much faster than that of the heavy artillery at this time. Countless rockets turned into fire rain and fell continuously on the positions of the Hungarian army.

The dense explosions made people lose the ability to think. Screams, roars, curses, and cries were gone, and only the continuous explosions remained.

The incendiary rockets exploded, releasing a large amount of flames and flammable materials that ignited everything around them. The rolling heat waves swept over and turned all the Hungarian soldiers who tried to stay where they were into roasted suckling pigs.

In the continuous explosions, only a few lucky ones shouted desperately and ran away, and they didn't know what they were doing.

The enemy in front of them was completely different from what they imagined, and they didn't even have a chance to fight hard.

Some lucky ones crawled out from the pile of corpses and mud under the scorched earth, but the shadow of death still loomed over their heads.

The airship troops that had arrived just above the Hungarian army's position poured boxes of white phosphorus on their heads, and soon those lucky ones and the reinforcements screamed inhumanely.

Those who were lucky enough to survive saw what real hell was. They watched their comrades' flames from hell burn through their flesh and bones until they turned into ashes.

Even if there is hell in this world, it's just like this.

The airship troops did not stop there. They continued to advance towards the Hungarian artillery positions, and the barrage of bullets followed.

The huge smoke on the battlefield made the Hungarian artillery lose their target and could only fire randomly. The sword of Damocles hanging over their heads had no intention of defeating the enemy. They just wanted to escape before those ferocious beasts arrived.

When the smoke dissipated, the surviving Hungarian soldiers felt extremely desperate, because the Austrian Empire's skirmishers were aiming at them with guns, and behind those skirmishers followed huge, neat square formations.

An officer who escaped from hell broke into the headquarters. He was eager to know what to do next. His soldiers were few and far between, and the enemy was still pouring in like a flood. The reinforcements he was waiting for did not appear.

"General, please give instructions!"

No one answered him. The headquarters had long been empty. Only the body of Heinrich Deme, the supreme commander of the Pressburg front, was still sitting on the chair.

Heinrich Deme had a gun in his hand, but the location of the bullet was a little strange, behind the head.