Chapter 951 New wine in old bottles
The young people who came to Vienna with Petofi were not just pure passionate youths. In fact, Kossuth also hoped to give the Austrians a little Hungarian shock.
These young people are carefully selected, and there are even many college students among them.
However, precisely because they are elites, their observation and knowledge are far better than ordinary people, and they are less likely to be blinded by passion, so they can better see the gap between the two sides.
They had already been shocked once before the grand pass of Pressburg. On one side was a huge bastion armed to the teeth. The city was high, the pool was deep, there were many guns and cannons, and the troops were in order.
In particular, the huge trench with a width of 30 meters in front of the fortress is like a natural moat.
In fact, generally speaking, trenches behind gentle slopes are not dug so wide. According to the British standard, it is thirty feet (9.144 meters). In the early 19th century, the French standard was fifteen meters.
However, the weapons of the Austrian Empire had been updated at this time, and soldiers were generally equipped with rifled guns. In addition, there were some changes in the defense concept, and the status and usage rate of artillery were greatly improved.
In addition, the extensive use of rockets and the reappearance of defensive grenades have also changed the mode of defending the city. The defender is no longer afraid of the attacker's digging into the city, let alone the intensive charge of the infantry, making siege warfare a A contest between firepower and perseverance.
In fact, this was Franz's intention. After all, if we only talk about firepower, then the Austrian side will never lose.
Although the collision of blood and iron makes people excited, the best strategy is to draw the enemy into one's own areas of expertise.
Baujani was indeed fooled. He frantically urged the Hungarian government to mobilize more and larger artillery to shoot at Pressburg's defenders, as if this was the only way to win.
(As mentioned before about the structure of the bastion, the so-called gentle slope and the trench behind the gentle slope are all to allow the attacker to take more hits, and also to prevent the enemy from escaping.)
And no matter how hard the Hungarians try, it will be impossible to surpass Austria's decades of accumulation in a few months.
These young Hungarian elites could not understand their repeated attacks, which were like a worm shaking a tree. There were temporary new graves dug everywhere outside the military camp.
The Austrian side still adhered to the bottom line of the war and allowed the enemy to collect the remains.
It would have been a blessing to be able to retrieve the bodies of our own fallen soldiers, but this was a heavy blow to the Hungarian army, which had suffered repeated defeats.
Because there were too many corpses on the battlefield, and they were all Hungarians. The large number of horrific corpses did not inspire the soldiers' bloodiness, but instead made them feel scared for fear that they would become one of them.
What is even more desperate is that so many people have filled in, but the fortress has not changed at all. This feeling of powerlessness also makes people feel desperate.
The most terrible thing is the wounded soldiers who did not die. Due to the lack of medical treatment and medicine, the living people can only watch the injured people die little by little.
Before death, the wounded soldiers would wail, groan, repent, and yell crazily, causing haze to envelope the entire military camp.
Hungary has not had a war for too long, and their logistics cannot keep up. Most of the military doctors are recruited temporarily, and many of them are rural doctors and veterinarians.
(At this time, Hungarian country doctors refer to Hungarian folk doctors. Most of these people do not have medical licenses, let alone professional training. Most of them have skills passed down from their ancestors and learned by themselves.)
These people usually deal with some headaches and fever, but when they see large-scale open wounds on the battlefield, they vomit first.
Due to the special circumstances of the times and limitations of knowledge, these so-called doctors cannot even relieve the pain of the injured. They can only use treatment methods that are close to torture.
In order to alleviate the pain of the wounded, Baojani racked his brains, because the morale of the Hungarian army could no longer withstand the blow.
Those volunteers before were okay. They were relatively brave due to the influence of the nationalist ideas of Greater Hungary.
But those who came later were different. Many of them were temporary recruits. Just smelling the smell of the battlefield could make their legs weak.
If the wounded soldiers were allowed to continue howling, they might be scared out of their wits.
The initial method adopted by Baojani was quite decisive, which was to send them directly to see God.
After all, when the Huns attacked Rome, they would abandon their useless wounded soldiers and let them destroy themselves, but Baujani was obviously much more civilized than his ancestors.
However, the reality is that there are always some ignorant people who think he is cruel, and even gather people to make trouble, almost causing a roar.
Baojani had to clarify in public that he did not bury the wounded soldiers alive. Those buried were all dead soldiers. As for the strip of cloth in his mouth.
That's an ancient custom!
This road was blocked, and Baojani had to consider new ways.
There is an old saying that goes, “If there is demand, there is a market.”
One day a businessman with an exotic accent found Baojani. He politely took off his hat and put it on his chest.
"Your Excellency General, I have a way to solve the pain of the soldiers."
Baojani lifted up the blanket and sat up and asked.
"you are a doctor?"
"No, I'm just a businessman."
Baojani sighed, lay down again, and asked listlessly.
"What can you do?"
What Baojani looked down upon the most was businessmen. He believed that businessmen were all liars, but now they can only be used as doctors.
"Your Majesty General, I have brought you a panacea. It can not only treat pain, coughs, insomnia, and dysentery, it can even restore men's virility. It is a medicine that can bring happiness to all mankind."
This opening statement made Baojani even more suspicious.
"You didn't lie to me?"
The businessman immediately waved his hand.
"How dare you? Sir, you don't have to believe me, but this is the latest product of the British Empire."
"British goods?"
"Yes, sir. An authentic British product. This is the crystallization of human wisdom. Mr. Newton specially built a laboratory on the top of the Himalayas to develop it."
The merchant population is huge, and all kinds of celebrities and "name" words emerge in endlessly.
Baojani only hesitated for a moment. After all, the impression that "produced by Great Britain must be a high-quality product!" was deeply rooted in people's hearts. In addition, so many famous people were involved in the development of this magical medicine, he decided to give it a try. .
The businessman and Baojani came to the wounded barracks together. Just standing at the door would make people enveloped in that sad atmosphere, making people have the urge to run away.
Baojani and his party came to two seriously wounded people.
"Can it be cured?"
"They were injured too badly. I can only try my best to reduce their pain. Whether they can survive depends on God's will."
The businessman was very pertinent, and Baojani nodded.
"Just try it."
"Okay, my lord."
The businessman opened the box he carried with him. There was a jar inside. When he tilted it slightly, the orange liquid flowed out.
"Lalaudin?"
"No! Sir, it's Le De Tincture!"