War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Isabel II's supporters and male favorites had already scattered, and the Spanish government's armed forces were in a wait-and-see attitude, as if they had no power to stop Carlos from coming.

The Austrian Empire also stopped its advance, because the front line had received orders from Vienna to stay where they were.

Franz had his plans, and the Austrians in Spain seemed very relaxed. After all, in the minds of most Austrians, they came to liberate Spain from Isabel II.

Now that the mission is completed, it's time for them to go home.

Some high-level officials who knew the inside story felt sorry, after all, the Spanish army seemed vulnerable, and the Spanish were more loyal than the Austrians, so it was really hard to evacuate like this.

If they could stay here and operate, it would not take long for this place to become the territory of the Austrian Empire.

Those civil servants were even more heartbroken, after all, the Austrian Empire consumed a lot of supplies for the war. It was really a loss to only exchange for a few useless colonies.

At that time, in the minds of Europeans, places outside Europe were basically barren, and North America was quite special. After all, after the British propaganda, Europeans had a high degree of favorability towards it, but it was also a wild land.

So it was completely reasonable for officials of the Austrian Empire to call the Spanish colonies barren at this time.

However, it seemed that the overall situation was settled, but suddenly there was a change. The city of Madrid refused to surrender to the Carlos faction.

The reason turned out to be that Carlos colluded with the Austrians, and they wanted to put Princess Luisa Fernanda on the throne. Carlos VI was so angry that he tore up the letter brought back by the envoy on the spot and made a harsh statement.

"I will blow Madrid to the ground! Tell them that if they don't surrender immediately, they will massacre the city for a month from the day the city was broken!

If you know what's good for you, hand over the guys who oppose the king now!"

In front of the gate of Madrid, Carlos's envoy repeated Carlos' words again.

"Hurry up and open the door to welcome His Majesty the King! Do you all want to die?"

The soldiers on the wall did not respond, but responded with a rotten tomato.

"How dare you humiliate me? You're done!"

The messenger left a harsh word and rode back to the camp.

After hearing the news, Carlos ordered an attack on the city without any nonsense.

Dozens of cannons bombarded the dilapidated city walls, and the Carlos officers looked at each other and laughed.

"His Majesty said to bloodbath Madrid! But you can't set fires, and you can't go to the two palaces to cause trouble! Charge!"

The Carlos soldiers began to charge in groups, which is what they are best at. Suppress the enemy with firepower, and then completely defeat the enemy with absolute numerical advantage.

They have conquered several cities that refused to surrender along the way with this method, but this time they were defeated.

After the Carlos launched the charge, the city's defenders pushed out artillery from the ruins. The black muzzles were facing the charging Carlos soldiers.

The latter had a large number of people, and they had seen a lot of artillery along the way. A black iron bullet could only shoot down a row of soldiers at most. Their luck shouldn't be so bad.

It should be so

But this time the defenders used shotgun shells. With the roar of the artillery, dense small bullets were fired, and the forwards of the Carlos faction were cleared out in pieces.

These Carlos faction soldiers had never seen such a scene before. Some of them looked at their companions lying on the ground and showed a confused look. Some people reacted and sat on the ground and ran back like crazy with their hands and feet.

The generals of the Carlos faction were still drinking red wine with their mistresses and waiting for the main course to be served, when they suddenly heard a sound of ghosts and wolves howling.

"Damn it! Can't they be quiet when they rob?"

A general said angrily.

"The only way to teach these stupid asses a lesson is to use whips!"

The socialite on the side smoothed things over. "We are all country folks, so it's inevitable that we will be excited to see a big city like Madrid. Let me sing a song to cheer you up."

"Okay!"

A group of generals cheered. They were bored anyway, so how could they miss such a stylish thing as listening to music on the battlefield?

"Call the musicians!"

A group of musicians holding various instruments came over quickly.

"Accompany Miss Peggy."

"Yes, sir."

The conductor of the band saluted solemnly.

After everything was ready, a melodious female voice sounded.

"I was born at one o'clock,

I grew up at two o'clock.

I fell in love at three o'clock,

I got married at four o'clock.

Girl, tell me where you are from?

I look forward to meeting you.

If you don't love me, let me capture it"

(Spanish folk song)

On the other side of the battlefield, a team of cavalry rushed out of the main gate and headed straight for the Carlos soldiers who were still in confusion.

The sound of horse hooves sounded like raindrops. If it were any other time, they might have noticed it long ago, but at this moment, they were all dumbfounded.

It was not until the sabers cut their throats and the smell of blood entered their noses that the Carlist soldiers began to flee in a hurry.

But how could a man outrun a horse?

The cavalrymen began to slaughter the fleeing soldiers like a tiger into a flock of sheep.

The Carlist officers in the rear could only worry. Some wanted to use artillery support, but the problem was that the cavalrymen of the Madrid government were mixed with the fleeing soldiers, and firing artillery would help the other side kill their own people.

Wanted to deploy more troops, but was soon dispersed by their own people.

Fortunately, the Carlos faction had enough troops, and they could build another line of defense in the rear.

The cavalry did not pursue deeply, but stopped halfway to look at the Carlos faction's position, and then walked away like a group of wolves waiting for prey.

"Damn it! What happened? Why didn't you take the city?"

The generals who came back from the outing were very angry, and they were obviously very dissatisfied with these young officers.

"Stupid! Mediocre! Who are the generals in Madrid? They are all a bunch of unknown people! Tomorrow I will show you how we fight!"

The officers in charge of commanding on the front line were very angry, but they did lose, and there was no way to refute this.

However, the style of those Carlos faction generals was really disgusting, just a few days earlier than themselves, and they were already showing off.

But this battle was indeed different from the past. In the past, the generals defending the city were usually ready to surrender after the city wall collapsed. However, this time, the enemy actually launched a counterattack, which was too unusual.

The Carlos faction, which suffered a disastrous defeat on the first day, had not yet figured out who their opponent was. They speculated on many possibilities, and the most outrageous one was that Isabella II was commanding the battle.

After all, it was hard to understand that they dared to launch a counterattack in the face of an enemy that was several times larger than themselves. If the king had not come in person, how could the soldiers have such high morale?

In fact, their opponents were a group of military cadets and young naval officers whom they would not even look at, as well as countless citizens who spontaneously organized themselves for fear of looting.