Chapter 155 Death upon Death (Part 2)

Someone tried to escape, but a slave trader would knock him down immediately and whip him.

These slave traders were very experienced. They knew how to beat them without damaging the goods and make them obedient.

These Hungarians soon fell into despair. They had gone through untold hardships, abandoned their wives and children, but they didn't expect to become white slaves in the end.

Some people began to cry quietly, and soon the crying spread among the crowd like a plague.

"It's so funny, they dare to call themselves a fighting nation?" A slave said disdainfully in German.

Soon some slaves began to talk in German. These German-speaking slaves looked very interested, as if they were not slaves, but a group of tourists watching performances in the circus.

"Let them shut up." A slave trader leader said impatiently to his subordinates. He hated white slaves the most because they were troublesome, either crying or making trouble, and now there was a group of psychopaths.

However, the Hungarian officials who were trading with them were already scared out of their wits. The people in front of them spoke not only German, but also the German that only the Austrian upper class would speak (Viennese dialect), not the dialect of the German slaves before.

"Kill them, quickly!" The Hungarian official shouted hysterically, but was kicked over by the leader beside him.

"Damn it, I can't buy Hungarian slaves next time, they are all fucking psychopaths." Then he looked at his men and said, "Why are you still standing there, use whips and sticks!"

A slave trader whipped the slave who was talking the happiest, but what surprised him was that his hand was caught by another tall and strong slave in mid-air.

"Let go! Damn it! Let go of your hand!" The slave trader was shocked and angry, and kept roaring.

But the tall slave had no intention of letting go, but instead increased the strength in his hand, and the whip in the slave trader's hand fell with a sound.

The tall slave then kicked the slave trader in the abdomen, kicking the latter's entire body off the ground.

However, the slave trader leader watched with interest. He admired the big guy in front of him. At this time, a game that made slaves fight to the death was popular in North America.

Simply put, it is to lock two or more slaves together and watch them fight to the death for fun, just like the gladiators in ancient Rome. The winner wins everything, and the loser loses everything.

There are many names for this game. It is called Mandingo in "Django Unchained", Alabama Wrestling, or Hercules Game.

Participants can be black or Indian, and some white people are forced to participate. An excellent Mandingo can even be sold for a high price of tens of thousands of dollars, and the white slave in front of him fully meets this standard. He is tall and ruthless. He can cripple people with one blow, and he can definitely make a lot of money.

The tall man was named Buckway, a guard of the Taffy family and also a nobleman. The shabby German slave was Edward Taffy's cousin Simond Taffy, an idle nobleman who liked to seek excitement.

Pretending to be a slave and sailing across the ocean was not the craziest thing Simond had done. He once offered a reward to himself just to check whether his home was safe.

Buckway had long been accustomed to his master's crazy behavior. He stepped on the slave trader's head and said in French.

"Aren't you going to save him?"

The slave trader leader was not angry at Buckway's provocation, but asked calmly.

"Do you want to make a lot of money? Didn't you come here to make money? I promise you can make more money here than you can make in Europe in your lifetime."

"No." Bakway threw the half-dead slave trader out directly. The slave trader leader couldn't dodge and was knocked down on the spot. He shouted loudly, "Hit him! Beat him until he surrenders!"

Dozens of slave traders rushed to the crowd, holding whips and sticks to beat anyone they saw, but the white slaves were no longer afraid at this time, and instead fought with the slave traders.

Seeing that the dozens of slave traders were about to be beaten to death by the white slaves, several more slave traders rushed over with guns.

"Stop! Otherwise I'll shoot! I..."

But before the man finished speaking, he was shot in the head.

There were a few slaves with guns. When they saw that the other party was going to get serious, they drew their guns and shot directly, because they knew that Archduke Albrecht was still there. If they let the other party do whatever they wanted and something unexpected happened, they couldn't afford it.

Albrecht was still being blocked by the guards at this time, and could only shout "Charge! Kill! Fight them!"

The slave traders didn't have many guns, and they were completely defenseless.

The other side was a sneak attack, plus each of them had two new Colt revolvers, and they were veterans who had experienced hundreds of battles.

The battle was a foregone conclusion, and soon more than a dozen slave traders with guns were shot dead.

The leader who fell to the ground and the people fighting were all shocked, because the situation was reversed twice in an instant, which made people a little confused.

Dozens of royal guards began to clean up the battlefield and occupy the manor, and the slave traders were tied together.

The leader of the slave trader sneered and said, "No matter who you are! Dare to come and smash our place, you are all dead! The French gendarmes will be here soon!"

At this time, the little leader spoke English, and most of the people present could not understand it.

Albrecht could understand it, and stepped forward and slapped the other party in the face, making him see stars.

"Who ordered you?"

The little leader pointed to the big house next to him. Albrecht waved his hand, and a group of royal guards and Austrian officers rushed into the big house.

At this time, the Hungarian government commissioner was also captured. The angry Hungarian white slaves almost tore him apart, but Albrecht stopped him.

"Just in time, please explain the ins and outs of this matter and let everyone hear who was involved."

"I, I." The commissioner became a little slurred because of fright.

Albrecht didn't have a good temper, so he simply took out the notebook given to him by Franz and handed it to the Hungarian commissioner.

"Read it! Whatever is missing, whatever is missing, you can add it yourself. If your confessions are different, I don't recommend handing you over to your people. I believe they will be very willing to tear you into pieces."

The commissioner's body was already stained with water, and he could only cry and talk.

Albrecht also gave him a promise.

"As long as you tell everything clearly, I can send you and your family to a place where no one else can find you."

The special correspondent naturally knew Archduke Albrecht, and he also knew that he was doomed and could only fight once for a chance of survival.

"But Grand Duke Albrecht, how are you going to go back? This is French territory."

"Oh, don't worry about this, you'll know it soon."

At this time the whistle sounded, and the fleet of the Austrian Imperial Navy came back.

Navy Commander Archduke Friedrich stood on the bow of the ship and said to his newly formed Marine Corps.

"Bring my eldest brother and my compatriots in Austria back. If anyone stops us, don't be polite. We will arrest them all and bring them back to China."

White slaves, officials suspected of slave trading, slave traders, and witnesses were all brought back to the country by Friedrich.

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