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

Chapter 1107 Fire Suppression
"It's over! It's over!"

A soldier just ran into the command post and began to vomit violently. Heinrich Demme and a group of senior Hungarian officers didn't understand what was going on.

One of the tall and strong officers picked up the soldier and started scolding him.

"We haven't fought yet! What are you going to do?"

The officers' faces were gloomy because they had not told the ordinary soldiers about Austria's actual military strength in Pressburg. But how could they fight this battle when they were so scared at the first contact?
"Put him down and let him finish his words."

Heinrich Demay's face was equally gloomy. As the Austrian army was mobilizing more and more frequently, he knew that this war was inevitable.

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

"Fire? Where? The armory?"

Heinrich Demei asked anxiously. In fact, he had always been worried that there were Austrian spies in the barracks, while the officers all thought that there was a fire somewhere in the barracks.

"Everywhere."

The soldier was obviously frightened, and Heinrich Demme had to push him aside and go outside the headquarters. The surroundings were in a mess and black smoke could be vaguely seen in the distance.

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

"Fight the fire!"

Heinrich Demme shouted at the top of his lungs. In fact, fires on the Hungarian Plain in autumn were nothing new. It was just that this time it came too sudden and too coincidental.

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 Demei conclude that everything was an Austrian conspiracy.

It may not be too late to dig fire-prevention isolation zones now, because the characteristics of prairie fires are that they spread quickly and sparks are blown away by the wind.

But they had to dig, because once the fire really spread to the military camp, or approached the military camp, the thick smoke alone would be enough to cause the military's morale to collapse.

Moreover, 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 who was in charge of the camp management.

"Start organizing people to dig the isolation zone now, and then focus on the armory and granary. Assign double the number of guards to each officer above the colonel level! Go now!"

Heinrich Demay 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 was rather crude compared to the defense of Pressburg, this was already their limit.

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

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

"There are monsters!"

"Look! What's that in the sky!"

The soldiers fled in panic. Although there had been rumors of a giant beast in the sky, the Hungarian government had never acknowledged it in order to maintain morale.

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

If the Austrians really had an air force, why had they not used it before? Why were they hiding in Pressburg? It was obvious that the Austrians were liars, and Pius IX, who had made such a fuss about it, was a charlatan, so this rumor was simply not credible.

Heinrich Demme was unwilling to believe that this was true, but the huge figure floating in the sky forced him to believe it.

The participation of the Air Force in the war was completely beyond the understanding of Heinrich Demme and the vast majority of Hungarians.

Even a veteran like Heinrich Demme suffered serious brain damage, but the Austrian Imperial Army did not give him time to recover.

Following the officer's order, the large-caliber artillery on the city wall began to roar, and the shells streaked across the sky like meteors and fell heavily on the Hungarian army's simple positions.

The makeshift earth walls and wooden boards were blown to pieces, the soft sand was blown several meters high, and the terrified soldiers hid behind the flimsy fortifications and trembled.

From time to time, some people were thrown high into the air by the blast, and some were even hit directly by shells, with blood and flesh flying 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.

Although heavy artillery is extremely powerful, the intensity of firepower still depends on the rocket force.

Five hundred simple launchers can deliver tens of thousands of rockets to the battlefield within half an hour. Such firepower is enough to flatten the ground wherever it passes.

Moreover, the oppressive feeling of the rocket force is incomparable to that of traditional artillery. The sky is full of rockets with long tails, changing the color of the entire sky.

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

The intensive explosions made people lose the ability to think. All the sounds of screaming, roaring, cursing and crying were gone, and only the continuous sound of 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 roast suckling pigs.

Amid the continuous explosions, only a very few lucky ones were shouting and running away in despair, and they didn't know what they were doing.

The enemy before them was completely different from what they had imagined, and they didn't even have a chance to fight.

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

The airship troops that had arrived right above the Hungarian army's position poured boxes of white phosphorus on them. Soon, those lucky ones and the reinforcements let out inhuman screams.

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

Even if there is a hell in this world, it is just like this.
The airship troops did not stop there. They continued to advance towards the Hungarian artillery positions, with barrages of bullets following.

The huge smoke on the battlefield made the Hungarian artillery lose their targets and could only fire randomly. With the sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, they had no intention of thinking about how to defeat the enemy. They just wanted to escape before those ferocious beasts arrived.

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

An officer who had escaped from hell broke into the headquarters, eager to know what to do next. He had only a few soldiers left, and the enemy was still pouring in like a flood, and the reinforcements he was waiting for had not appeared yet.
"General, please give me your instructions!"

No one answered him. The headquarters was already empty. Only the body of Heinrich Demme, the supreme commander of the Pressburg front, was still sitting on the chair.

Heinrich Demey had a gun in his hand, but the bullet was shot in a strange place, behind his head.
(End of this chapter)