War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Someone tried to escape, but was immediately knocked down by a slave trader and whipped.

These slave traders are very experienced. They know how to beat them without damaging the goods and making these people obedient.

These Hungarians soon fell into despair. They went through all kinds of hardships and abandoned their wives and children. Unexpectedly, they ended up becoming white slaves.

Someone started crying quietly, and soon the crying spread like a plague among the crowd.

"It's so funny. How dare you call yourself a fighting nation?" a slave said disdainfully in German.

Soon some slaves began to talk in German. These German-speaking slaves looked very interested, as if they were not slaves, but a group of tourists watching a performance in a circus.

"Tell them to shut up." A slave trader leader said impatiently to his subordinates. He hated white slaves the most, because they had a lot of trouble, either crying or making trouble, and here came a group of lunatics.

It's just that the Hungarian officials who were dealing with them were scared out of their wits. These people in front of them not only spoke German, but also the German (Viennese dialect) spoken by the upper class in Austria, not the dialect of the previous German slaves.

"Kill them quickly, quickly!" the Hungarian official shouted hysterically, but was kicked down by the leader on the side.

"Damn it, don't buy Hungarian slaves next time, they're all fucking crazy." Then he looked at his men, "What are you still doing? Use whips and sticks!"

A slave trader whipped the slave who was talking the most happily, but to his surprise, his hand was grabbed by another tall slave in mid-air.

"Let go! Damn it! Let go of your hand!" The slave trader kept roaring in shock and anger.

However, the tall slave had no intention of letting go. Instead, he increased the force on his hand, and the whip in the slaver's hand fell with a sound.

The tall slave then kicked the slave trader in the abdomen, kicking the latter's entire body off the ground.

However, the slave trader leader watched with interest. He admired the big man in front of him. At this time, a game in which slaves fought to the death was popular in North America.

To put it simply, two or more slaves are locked together and watch them fight to the death for fun, just like the gladiators in ancient Rome. The winner wins everything, while the loser loses everything.

There are many names for this game, including Mandingo in "Django Saved", Alabama Wrestling, or the Hercules Game.

Participants could be black or Indian, and some white people were also forced to participate. An excellent Mandingo man can even be sold for tens of thousands of dollars, and the white slave in front of him completely meets this standard. He is tall and ruthless. He can kill people with one blow and can definitely make a lot of money. .

The tall man's name was Buckway, a guard of the Taffy family and a nobleman. The mean German slave was Edward Taffy's cousin Simond Taffy, an idle man who liked to seek excitement. of nobility.

Pretending to be a slave and crossing the ocean was not the craziest thing Simond had ever done. He once paid a reward for himself, just to test whether his home was safe.

Buckway had long been accustomed to his master's crazy behavior. He put his foot on the slaver's head and spoke in French.

"Aren't you coming to save him?"

The slave trader leader was not angry at Bakway's provocation, but asked calmly.

"Do you want to make a lot of money? Aren't you here just to make money? I guarantee you can make money here that you can't make in your whole life in Europe."

"I don't want to." Buckway directly threw the half-dead slave trader out. The leader of the trader was knocked down on the spot before he could dodge. He shouted loudly, "Hit me! Beat him until he surrenders!"

Dozens of slave traders rushed towards the crowd and beat everyone with whips and wooden sticks. However, the white slaves were no longer afraid and instead fought with the slave traders.

Seeing that the dozens of slave traders were about to be beaten to death by the white slaves, several more slave traders rushed over with guns.

"Stop it! Otherwise, I'll shoot!"

But before the man could finish speaking, he was shot in the head.

There were several people with guns among the slaves. When they saw that the other party was about to take action, they directly drew their guns and shot because they knew that Archduke Albrecht was still there. If the other party acted recklessly and something happened, they could bear it. Sorry.

Albrecht was still blocked by the guards at this time, and could only shout, "Charge! Kill! Fight them!"

The slave traders had few guns and were defenseless.

The other side made a sneak attack, plus each of them had two new Colt revolvers, and they were also veterans who had experienced hundreds of battles.

The battle went without any suspense, and soon a dozen slave traders with guns were shot dead.

The leader who fell on the ground and the crowd fighting together were all frightened, because the situation reversed twice in a split second, which made people a little confused.

Dozens of royal guards began to sweep the battlefield and occupy the manor, and the slave traders were tied together.

The leader of the slave traders sneered and said, "No matter who you are! If you dare to destroy our place, you are all dead! The French gendarmes will be here soon!"

At this time, the little boss was speaking English, which most people present could not understand.

Albrecht understood. He stepped forward and slapped the opponent with a big mouth, making stars appear in his eyes.

"Who ordered you?"

The little leader pointed to the big house next to him. Albrecht waved his hand, and a group of royal guards and Austrian officers rushed into the big house.

At this time, the Hungarian government commissioner was also captured. The angry Hungarian white slaves almost tore him apart, but Albrecht stopped him.

"Just in time, please explain the ins and outs of this matter and let everyone hear who was involved."

"I, I." The special correspondent became a little slurred because of fright.

Albrecht didn't have a good temper, so he simply took out the notebook given to him by Franz and handed it to the Hungarian commissioner.

"Read! Whatever is missing, whatever is missing, you can add it yourself. If your confessions are different, I don't recommend handing you over to your people. I believe they will be very willing to tear you into pieces."

The commissioner's body was already stained with water, and he could only cry and talk.

Albrecht also gave him a promise.

"As long as you tell everything clearly, I can send you and your family to a place where no one else can find you."

The special correspondent naturally knew Archduke Albrecht, and he also knew that he was doomed and could only fight once for a chance of survival.

"But Grand Duke Albrecht, how are you going to go back? This is French territory."

"Oh, don't worry about this, you'll know it soon."

At this time, the whistle sounded, and the fleet of the Austrian Imperial Navy returned.

Navy Commander Archduke Friedrich stood on the bow of the ship and said to his newly formed Marine Corps.

"Bring my eldest brother and my compatriots in Austria back. If anyone stops us, don't be polite. We will arrest them all and bring them back to China."

White slaves, officials suspected of slave trading, slave traders, and witnesses were all brought back to the country by Friedrich.

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