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

Chapter 1105 The Wind Rises
Hungarian military camp outside Pressburg.

After half a month of confrontation, Heinrich Demme finally found himself in a deep pit.

At this time, the Hungarian army's morale was low, supplies were insufficient, and they lacked siege weapons, but these were not fatal. The most critical thing was that the Hungarian army's intelligence was wrong.

At least based on his many years of military experience, the defenders of Pressburg were by no means the cowards hiding in the city as the Congress claimed, but a beast that had been dormant for a long time.

On the first day after Heinrich Demme took office, he went to the front line for an on-site inspection. He was surprised that the city, which had been under siege for half a year, not only did not have any sense of decadence, but instead still gave people a heavy sense of oppression.

However, considering the actual command level of his comrades, this situation does not seem difficult to understand.

After all, there was a case in Transylvania where the Hungarian regular army was defeated by militia armed only with pitchforks and shotguns.

Faced with the same situation, Heinrich Demme turned the tide of the war in just three days, killing those bumpkins and forcing them to flee in panic.

However, after two tentative attacks, Heinrich Demay concluded that his predecessors had been lying.

Thousands of lives were not enough to fill the trenches. Heinrich Demme had never seen such sharp firepower. An entire brigade was crippled in just two hours.

The Austrians suffered some losses, but they were barely noticeable.

"What a slap in the face!"

Heinrich Demme wanted to quit and go home at that time, but the Hungarian Parliament not only rejected his resignation request, but also asked him to take the initiative to cooperate with the actions of the Frankfurt National Assembly.

In addition to asking him to take the initiative, the Hungarian Parliament also added a requirement that he should display the style and backbone of the Hungarian nation.

Heinrich Demay called a meeting of his confidants, and concluded that it would be impossible to achieve any effect without tens of thousands of people.

But if they really put tens of thousands of people in there, unless they could capture Pressburg, they would definitely be pushed out by Congress as scapegoats.

A staff officer said indignantly.

"General, Congress just wants you to be a scapegoat. They only send new soldiers, and the supplies they send never match the numbers.

How can we possibly win? Just because we are Polish?"

Heinrich Demei immediately slammed the table and shouted.

"Shut up! Do you know what you are talking about? Remember! There are no Poles here! We are Hungarian soldiers!

If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will send you to the military court!"

"As ordered."

The officer said very reluctantly that other officers had more or less similar ideas. At this time, the officer corps of Pressburg consisted of some minorities and some excluded people.

Although they didn't say it, they all had some opinions that Congress might be using a knife to kill someone else.

However, those who can still come to the front line at this time must be more loyal to Hungary. After all, this is a place where life is at stake. If the officers are determined not to come, there are still some ways to deal with it.

"How about we say we won the battle? Anyway, we should leave this troubled place first. Now the attacks in all directions are not going well. In addition, the Austrians won the civil war against the Germans, and there are more and more rebellions in the country.

The useless people in the parliament only know how to fight for power and profit. Hungary still depends on us."

"Is it reliable?"

Heinrich Demei asked a question that seemed to be inexplicably caused everyone to fall silent.

After a long while, Heinrich Demei spoke again. "No matter what, we must hold the line and never let the Austrians break through here!"

"Defense?"

They lingered in front of this fortress for so long that they forgot that the Austrian army might possibly break out.

They didn't know exactly how many Austrian troops there were in Pressburg, but they knew that the enemy before them was no weaker than them.

And once the Austrian army chose to take the initiative to attack, how could the undefended Hungarian Plain possibly resist this powerful force?

Budapest’s old city walls might not be able to withstand the bombardment of these new artillery. When people thought of this, a feeling of powerlessness suddenly overwhelmed them all.

Later, Heinrich Demay sent people to obtain intelligence about Pressburg, and the results were similar to what they had guessed.

The defenders of Pressburg were larger than the Hungarian besieging force, and not only that, they were well-supplied and well-armed.

There was only one reason they were staying behind the walls of Pressburg: they had not received any orders to attack.

In addition to a large number of elite infantry, they also had an elite cavalry unit, and more reinforcements continued to flow in along the railway line.

Despair, despair, nothing but despair. Heinrich Demay's officers saw no hope of victory.

"Listen! We must stop the Austrians here, no matter what the cost!"

At this time Heinrich Demme still stood up. As the commander, he knew the situation better than anyone else, but he could not retreat.

Once the military spirit and morale retreat, they will be gone; once they retreat, the so-called hope will really no longer exist.

If they don't retreat, it will mean they will pay a heavy price and most people in the command will die.

"I will go home after this battle and never go to the battlefield again."

Heinrich Demme nodded.

"Gentlemen, this may be our last battle for Hungary, and it is an honor to serve with you."

“It is also our honor to work with you. We are willing to fight to the last moment for the dignity and survival of the Hungarian nation.”

"Thank you."

Heinrich Demme was not a mediocre person, he immediately began to build a defense line. Heinrich Demme first dug a five-kilometer-long trench outside the city of Pressburg.

This trench was not used as a trench, but to prevent cavalry from advancing quickly.

After the trenches, Heinrich Demme built the second and third lines of defense. In fact, if there was enough time and materials, he would have liked to build a simple bastion.

Heinau in the city also saw the abnormal behavior of the Hungarian army outside the city, but he was not panicked, but rather a little excited.

In Hainao's view, this time a decent opponent had finally arrived. His elite troops and advanced weapons could finally be put to use, and he began to make intensive arrangements.

The defenders of Pressburg had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and their morale suddenly boosted when they heard that the day of the decisive battle was approaching.

However, a fire completely changed everything, making the plans of both sides seem so naive and ridiculous.

In the golden autumn of October, the grass on the Hungarian Plain has turned yellow and the cool autumn wind brings gusts of chill.

A prairie fire broke out unexpectedly. The boundless flames, accompanied by thick smoke that covered the sky, directly destroyed Heinrich Demay's defense line.