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

Chapter 1137 Alarm Bell
Although the Hungarian government captured almost everyone inside and outside Budapest in the previous battle, there were still 13 million people in the whole of Hungary (the Crown of St. Stephen).

In addition, there were about 50,000 Hungarians in the Austrian Imperial Army at this time. If these people could return to Budapest or launch a rebellion in various parts of the Austrian Empire,
Kossuth remained hopeful about Hungary's future, and his followers became increasingly fanatical.

But Petofi felt that the man in front of him was increasingly unfamiliar. Before, he only doubted the justice of the Hungarian government, but this time he even doubted the justice of the war.

"Belfry", author: Petofi.

"The greatest enemy hides among us,
It is those despicable and traitorous brothers,
One person destroyed the efforts of 10 million of us.

It was as if a drop of poison had been mixed into a glass of wine.

As long as we eliminate the internal enemies,

We will definitely be able to defeat the invading enemies!
Now, I'm going to put down my piano.

Run into the bell tower and ring the alarm."

This great poet was eventually imprisoned for alluding to the great Hungarian government. Three days later, Petofi died in prison for unknown reasons. The alarm bell never sounded.

But perhaps death is the only relief. After all, he doesn't need to witness the collapse of his ideals with his own eyes.

However, the ancient city of Košice, located in the eastern section of the Hornad River and close to the Hungarian border, is sounding the alarm.

“The Hungarians are coming again!”

The man on the bell tower shouted loudly, his tone full of fear.

In a short while, the originally bustling street was empty.

People rushed back home, shut their doors and windows tightly and dared not show their heads. Some shops did not even take care of the merchandise that had not yet been packed up, allowing the goods to be blown away by the wind and roll all over the floor.

Accompanied by the screams of crows, a cavalry team appeared in the smoke and dust.

The man on horseback was short and skinny, with only a pair of bow legs proving that he was someone who had been dealing with horses for many years.

The man seemed to be accustomed to the scene before him, and he spoke without any emotion.

"I am here today to collect 10,000 kilograms of grain and 500 strong men. I hope all Hungarian subjects can cooperate.

In addition, the new national policy prohibits the use of gold, silver and copper as currency, let alone the use of old currency of enemy countries. Violators will be treated as traitors.

This is the latest Jinfulin released, with a stable value. I hope everyone will redeem it and become an upright citizen! "

Although the man's voice was not loud, his shrill voice was as piercing as a cold wind.

Ten thousand kilograms of food and five hundred able-bodied men should not be a big deal for a big city with a population of nearly 80,000, but it is terrifying when it happens once a week.

Moreover, all the able-bodied young men never returned. At first, some local gentry stepped forward to act as agents for the Hungarians, but soon they were unwilling to take on this thankless job.

The Hungarian government was under great pressure from the war, so it could only resort to exhausting all resources to collect taxes. But how much money did ordinary people have?

If you want to make a quick profit, you can only take advantage of the big players. Hungarians also face huge war pressure in Slovakia, and the areas they control are mainly military fortresses and checkpoints.

The angry people and the local gentry who were exploited could only retaliate against the so-called agents. A dog will naturally go back to its master after being beaten, but at this time, Hungary, the master, is still in a stage where he can't save himself, so how can he risk his life for a dog?

In addition, the Hungarian government's strategy is to defend the homeland at all costs. Places like Slovakia are just buffer zones to prevent the Austrian army from advancing southwards in Galicia. No one is willing to open the door, and the thin man is not in a hurry. He just throws the woman in the carriage on the ground like cargo.

"Which street is it's turn this time?"

After that, the knights smiled and drove those lifeless women back home. Some of those who could not walk were left aside to wait for their families to pay food and take them away.

There was no crying, only the jackals' sneering laughter. After emptying their own grain barrels, the numb residents led their wives and daughters back home and numbly closed the doors and windows.

"Warm" moments are always short. With the sound of crackling doors, women's screams, children's cries and men's roars can be heard one after another.

Most of the time there was only the sound of whips lashing, but occasionally there would be a gunshot or two.

A young woman tried to hide the relics left by her mother, but was unfortunately seen through by an experienced tax collector. She was then dragged onto the street in front of her husband and son.

The man on the clock tower held the railing tightly, his knuckles turned white, and the scene before him made him feel painful and powerless.

Just a few months ago, they worked together inside and outside the city to drive away the small number of Austrian troops stationed outside the city. In fact, there is also a royal area similar to Kolosberg in Slovakia, and the troops there are sufficient to protect the area.

(Kolosburg was a direct territory of the Austrian Empire and the headquarters of the Austrian army in Transylvania at that time.)
However, the generals stationed in the Slovakia region were weak-willed and their forces were too dispersed. In addition, the Slovaks' internal and external cooperation failed to form a base camp behind enemy lines like Kolosberg.

At this time, a man holding the Republican Medal awarded by the Hungarian government stood up and shouted loudly.

“You are a bunch of Hungarian scum! You are destroying the foundation of the Hungarian Republic. All of you here are Hungarians who identify with their Hungarian national identity!

How dare you exploit me like this?"

"Hungarians? Now that the Austrian Empire has invaded our country, the entire nation should unite to face the national crisis! But look at these guys, they would rather leave the food to rot at home than give it to the soldiers on the front line!

And these cowards who would rather be cowards here than defend their country on the front lines! What kind of Hungarians are they?
Besides, what qualifications do you, a guy like you who just rests on his laurels and waits for death, have to speak nonsense here!

We put our heads on our belts every day for Hungary!

Sergeant! Send this old man to the battlefield! Let him understand our difficulties! "

"Yes, sir."

The sergeant at the side immediately took two soldiers to lift the man up and put him on the carriage.

The man shouted, reluctantly pushing his legs against the side of the carriage.

"I have bled for Hungary! I..."

Before he could finish his words, he was hit hard in the stomach, and then two pairs of big hands dragged him into the carriage.

"Listen! This is a war! Cowards will die! Only those who are not afraid of death deserve to live! You can either die gloriously for the great Hungarian nation, or die in fear as an enemy of Hungary!"

The man on the bell tower huddled his body, revealing his dry and pale arms, and muttered.

"But why fight?"

He wanted to shout out loudly not to let the light of hope be extinguished, but he did not have the courage to look at the blood.