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

Chapter 1286 Unexpected Resistance

Isabella II's supporters and male favorites had already fled, and the Spanish government forces were in a wait-and-see attitude, and it seemed that they had no power to stop Carlos from coming to power.

The Austrian Empire also stopped its advance as the front had received orders from Vienna to stay put.

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

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

Some senior officials who knew the inside story felt regretful. After all, the Spanish army seemed vulnerable, and the Spaniards were more loyal than the Austrians. It was really hard to see them withdraw like this.

If we can stay and operate here, it will soon become the territory of the Austrian Empire.

The civil servants were even more distressed, after all, the Austrian Empire had consumed a lot of supplies for the war. It was a bit of a loss to exchange it for a few worthless colonies.

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

So it was completely reasonable for officials of the Austrian Empire to call Spain's colonies "barren wastelands" at this time.

However, the situation seemed to be settled, but suddenly there was a change. The city of Madrid refused to surrender to the Carlists.

The reason turned out to be that Carlos was colluding 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 messenger on the spot and made harsh remarks.

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

If you know what's good for you, hand over the people who are against the king now!"

In front of the city gate of Madrid, Carlos's messenger repeated Carlos' words.

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

The soldier on the city wall did not respond, but instead responded with a rotten tomato.

"How dare you humiliate me? You are finished!"

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

After hearing the news, Carlos immediately ordered an attack on the city without any further ado.

Dozens of cannons bombarded the city wall, which was already in disrepair, and destroyed several sections. The Carlos officers looked at each other and laughed.

"His Majesty the King said to massacre Madrid! But you cannot set fires, and you cannot cause trouble in the two palaces! Charge!"

The Carlos soldiers began to charge in groups, which was what they were best at. They suppressed the enemy with firepower and then completely defeated the enemy with their absolute numerical advantage.

Along the way they had used this method to conquer several cities that refused to surrender, but this time they were defeated.

After the Carlists launched their charge, the defenders of the city launched their cannons from the ruins, with the black muzzles pointed directly at the charging Carlists.

The latter were numerous, and they had seen a lot of artillery along the way. A black iron bullet could at most knock down a row of soldiers, so their luck shouldn't be that bad.

It should be so
But this time the defenders used shotgun shells. As the artillery roared, dense small bullets were fired, and the Carlos vanguard was cleared out in large numbers.

These Carlist soldiers had never seen such a scene before. Some of them looked at their companions lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive, with confused expressions on their faces. Some of them, after realizing what was happening, fell to the ground and then ran back like crazy using their hands and feet.

The Carlist generals were still drinking red wine with their mistresses while waiting for the main course to be served when they suddenly heard a sound like ghosts howling.

"Damn it! Can't they just be quiet when they're robbing?"

A general said angrily.

"The only way to teach these asses a lesson is with a whip!"

The socialite next to him tried to smooth things over. "We are all country folk, 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."

"it is good!"

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

"Call the musicians!"

A group of musicians holding various musical instruments hurried over.

"Accompany Miss Peggy."

"Yes, my lord."

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 am in love at three o'clock,
I got married at four o'clock.

Girl, tell me where are you from?
I look forward to meeting you.

If your heart is not willing, then 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 Carlist soldiers who were still in confusion.

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

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

But how can a man run faster than a horse?
The cavalrymen were like tigers among a flock of sheep, and began to slaughter the fleeing soldiers crazily.
The Carlist officers in the rear could only worry. Some wanted to use artillery support, but the problem was that the Madrid government's cavalry were mixed with the fleeing soldiers, and firing artillery would actually help the other side kill their own people.

He wanted to deploy more troops, but they were quickly dispersed by his own people.

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

The cavalrymen did not pursue further, but stopped halfway to look at the Carlos position, and then sped away like a group of exhausted wolves waiting for their prey.

"Damn it! What happened? Why couldn't you take this city?"

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

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

The officers in charge at the front were furious, but they had lost, and there was no denying that.

However, the behavior of those Carlos faction generals is really disgusting. They only arrived a few days earlier than me, but they already acted so arrogantly.

But this battle was indeed different from previous ones. In the past, the generals defending the city were often ready to surrender after the city walls collapsed. However, this time the enemy actually launched a counterattack, which was really unusual.

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

After all, it is hard to understand how they would dare to launch a counterattack against an enemy that is several times their number. 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 never even look at, as well as countless citizens who spontaneously organized themselves out of fear of looting.