18th century total war

Chapter 299 Belgrade

In the city of Belgrade in the Ottoman Empire, the door of the merchant Trost's room was knocked roughly. After hearing the sound, Trost instantly guessed the identity of the knocker outside.

He kissed the foreheads of his wife and children one by one, as if saying goodbye on his deathbed, and brought his 16-year-old son to the door of the courtyard.

As an outstanding shopkeeper in Belgrade, Trost has a good family background and can be regarded as the middle class of this era. This is just because he insists on his faith in God in the territory of the Ottoman Empire. Even if he has a small amount of money, The days are also trembling.

No way, the Ottoman Empire has never been very friendly to Christians, even the religious poll tax, the social class is full of discrimination against Christians!

Of course, for the same reason, in European countries that believe in God, believers of the Crescent Church will not receive any preferential treatment, and the Catholic Church's treatment of heretics is no less gentle than that of the Ottoman Empire.

The religious hatred between the two sides has lasted for thousands of years and has penetrated into all aspects of the people.

Every time Trost heard such a rough knock on the door, he worried whether he would ever get home again.

As soon as Trost walked into the courtyard, as expected, the door was violently knocked open from the outside, as if to warn the people in the house that their delay had angered him.

After seeing the appearance of the person, Trost sighed helplessly and said, "Master Paramut, is there anything I can help you with?"

The one whom Trost honored as an adult was a member of the Crescent Sect. His social status was not much higher than that of Trost. He was just an ordinary small landlord.

However, it is because of the different religions that the two parties believe that Palamut has been stabilizing Trost at one end. The two are neighbors who live on the same street, and they are the Crescent believers that Trost is most familiar with.

Paramut seemed to be in a bad mood, and when Trost saw the other's face, his heart tightened, feeling that he seemed to be abandoned by God this time...

Palamut waved his hand impatiently and shouted to Trost: "Take your son and join my team. The French are coming, and the jihad has begun!"

French?
Jihad?

Trost looked confused and asked instinctively: "I am a believer in God. Even if I participate in jihad, God will not accept me..."

“Where does all this nonsense come from?!
This is an order from the Governor!
Everyone, regardless of belief, as long as they are healthy males, must join the jihad surrounding Belgrade!

If you dare to refuse, next time I will not come, but soldiers with weapons will come to arrest you!
Trost, you should know what that's going to be.

God will not bless you in Belgrade! "

Trost froze, raised his hand to stop his 16-year-old son's rebuttal, bowed his head and said obediently: "I am willing to obey the conscription order of the Governor of Belgrade.

But I don't understand, why are our enemies French?
I remember that France is very far away from us, and there are many countries in between. "

As a fairly successful businessman, Trost's knowledge is naturally not comparable to that of the illiterate workers at the bottom. He still knows a lot about the basic geography of Europe, even though he has never been to France.

Of course, Trost's status meant that he didn't know much about the situation, and the Ottoman Empire would not deliberately promote the brilliant victories of the French Empire in the three anti-French wars in the country.

Palamut replied with some displeasure: "The Austrians were defeated by the French, and now the Austrians have become the younger brothers of the French, let's attack the great Ottoman Empire together!

Damn!

The French, who were already allied with us, suddenly attacked when we were fighting the Russians. The French are a bunch of treacherous bastards! "

When Trost heard the news that the Austrians were defeated by the French, his eyes lit up, but he quickly suppressed the joy on his face, for fear of angering Paramut.

As a believer in God, Trost naturally expects Belgrade to be liberated by European countries, no matter which country it is, as long as it is a country that believes in God!
Only people who have experienced religious suppression can truly understand the pain of being ruled by infidels.

There are many Christians in Belgrade who can't stand the pressure, and it's time to believe in the Crescent Church or defect.

Deacon, Trost's family business is in Belgrade. He doesn't want to become a refugee, so he can only grit his teeth and persevere here.

Now, he finally got the army of God!

“Troost!
What are you thinking?
Could it be that you want treason? "

Palamut looked at Trost with gloomy eyes, made Trost look smart, and hurriedly followed him with a nod and bow.

When he left with Paramut, Trost had gradually straightened out his mind.

The Ottoman garrison in Belgrade did not trust Christians at all, especially ordinary Christians like him. If the situation in Belgrade had not been about to collapse, Palamut, a neighbor, would never have come to force him.

Sure enough, Palamut led someone to knock on the doors of all the houses on this street with strong men, and broke into them violently after a little delay.

It seems to be demonstrating the authority of the Ottoman Empire.

However, what kind of person would show his muscles to everyone in such a simple and rude way?
Dying man!

Trost and other Christians followed behind and watched this scene silently, but there were Palamut's men watching around them, so everyone did not interact with each other.

Soon, after collecting dozens of strong men, Trost and his son followed the crowd and rushed into a temporary camp.

Trost was surprised to find that the guards at the gate of this temporary camp were holding two spears in their hands!

"It's hard to imagine, is Belgrade so poor that it can't even ration muskets to soldiers?"

Trost's son couldn't help but said.

Then he was glared at by Trost.

Fortunately, the number of people had increased by this time, and it was impossible for the few New Moon believers to watch everyone's mouth. This sentence did not reach the ears of the New Moon believers.

Suddenly, the ground seemed to start to tremble, and Trost looked horrified at the distant city wall, where there were violent noises, one after another, as if they would never stop!
"This is the sound of artillery bombardment, Belgrade is being bombarded by artillery!"

Trost explained to his son, who was dazed by the loud noise, covering his ears with his hands.

This was the first time he heard such a loud noise, which was even scarier than thunder!
What can make such a violent sound is naturally a siege cannon that can easily destroy the city wall!

The siege cannons of this era are relatively mature. Except for the specially built diamond-shaped fortresses, the ordinary city walls will be shattered in one blow.

Even if it is a diamond-shaped fortress, continuous bombardment by siege cannons is enough to create a gap.

Of course, a rhombus-shaped fortress never has only one layer of walls, they are layered on top of each other, and it still takes an unimaginable price to break through just a few gaps, so the best way to attack a rhombus-shaped fortress is to use curved artillery and mathematical geometry , the defenders in the diamond-shaped fortress couldn't stand it...

"Hurry up, everyone get their weapons, for jihad, for Allah!"

Paramut's men began pushing and shoving Trost's group toward a clearing filled with sticks and hatchets.

After Trost's son managed to grab a small logging ax for chopping wood, he complained to Trost with a depressed face: "My God, those heretics let us use this thing to fight against the French !
The French are a regular army with cannons and muskets!
Those heretics will not let us go to die..."

Trost quickly covered his unrestrained son. Whether the pagans sent them to death is still unknown, but at least now the soldiers equipped with swords and spears around them can send them to see God in an instant.

Trost also understood that the Belgrade regular army didn't know whether they were running away or fighting outside. These people with swords and spears were actually armed Crescent Cultists, not regular army soldiers at all!
rumbling~
At this moment, the tall city wall in the distance collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, followed by loud shouts.

Paramut took his own men, and drove them anxiously and quickly. There are many small bosses like Paramut, and there are thousands of 'militiamen' equipped with wooden sticks and small axes. people.

Driven by small leaders like Paramut, these thousands of people formed a bloated regiment, holding weapons that did not feel safe at all, and marched forward mightily.

Behind them was a group of Crescent Cultists with swords and spears.

These Crescent believers chanted jihadist slogans as they walked to cheer themselves up.

Trost held a stick in one hand and grabbed his son's clothes in the other, constantly reminding: "No matter what happens, follow me closely, don't think about fighting and killing people, and when you see the enemy rushing up, immediately drop your weapon and lie down on the ground to surrender ,have you understood?"

“Father, if the enemy comes up to hurt me or kill me, what should I do?
I can't do anything lying on the ground. I don't like this feeling of having my destiny dictated by others. "

"Fool!
This is war!

Lying on the ground is to tell the enemy that we have no resistance, only then they will not shoot you.

Even if you have the ability to resist, is it possible that you want to use this to fight against regular army soldiers?
What's more, this is not our war, but the end of those heretics.

It won't be long before Belgrade will be back in the arms of God. "

Trost's son nodded half-understood, at least he understood that his father would never harm him.

The sound of the city wall collapsing continued, and Trost even heard the sound of large-scale explosions!

Obviously, the besieging enemy army is opening up a spacious road into the city.

Sure enough, amidst the continuous explosions, Trost finally saw the Ottoman soldiers wearing the uniforms of the Belgrade garrison, fleeing towards them with their helmets and armor removed.

This scene immediately stopped the advancing team, causing riots.

Paramut and the others who were driving the crowd behind were also ruthless, and immediately pulled out the loudest Christians, pushed them to the ground and chopped off their heads!
This warning quickly stopped the commotion, but the speed of advancement could not be increased anyway. As more and more broken troops passed by them, faint sounds of crying could be heard in the team.

This is a team of men!

Fear is like wild weeds growing wildly, and it begins to quickly spread and infect the crowd!
Including Trost and his son!
Lost, really lost.

Belgrade didn't have many defenders in total. On the street they passed by, hundreds of rout soldiers passed by one after another!
"His Majesty the Emperor, long live!"

Trost suddenly heard a language he didn't understand coming from the end of the street, and stopped instinctively.

Sure enough, a group of soldiers in black military uniforms and tall bearskin caps quickly appeared at the corner of the street chasing after Ottoman's rout. They kept shouting and repeating words that Trost couldn't understand.

Immediately afterwards, a man who seemed to be an officer suddenly raised his hand and gave some order. The French Defense Force, which was chasing and suppressing the rout, stopped and regrouped after seeing thousands of people blocking the street ahead.

Trost simply counted and found that this team of French troops only has more than 100 people, which is only the size of a company.

And there are thousands of people on their side, ten of them fight one, seems to be able to make up for the gap in weapons?

However, Trost quickly put aside this dangerous idea. Why should he sacrifice his life for the pagans?

If it wasn't for that guy from Paramut, he would still be staying in a warm and safe house now!

"Everyone has it, raise your gun, aim~
fire! ! ! "

After the officer in Trost's eyes said a few words, he suddenly lowered his command knife, and then a neat row of guns sounded from the opposite side. Trost was horrified to see dozens of people falling down in the front row!

The distance between the two sides is too close!
However, the 'militiamen' who had an absolute superiority in numbers did not dare to move forward at all. Instead, after firing shots on the opposite side, they kept crowding towards the back, while Palamut and the others in the back desperately drove forward with their weapons, constantly letting everyone Charge.

As a result, in this kind of mutual pushing and shoving, another round of guns swept across. Thousands of people huddled together were like targets, and their lives were easily harvested by the infantry guards.

The French Defense Force doesn't care whether the enemy on the opposite side believes in Allah or God, as long as it is an enemy, it is the target of their destruction!
After hearing a burst of gunfire again, Trost found that the last man in front of him had fallen down, and his vision suddenly became wider...

Before he knew it, he had already faced the enemy's gun!

Thank you to the Supreme Jade Emperor of Heaven and Earth for the reward of 1500 starting coins.

(End of this chapter)