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Someone tried to escape, but immediately a slave trader knocked him down, and whipped him hard.

These slave traders are very experienced, they know how to fight so as not to damage the goods, but also make them obedient.

These Hungarians soon fell into despair. They went through untold hardships, abandoned their wives and children, and did not expect to become white slaves in the end.

Someone began to cry softly, and soon the crying became a sound.

"It's funny, how dare you call yourself a fighting nation?" A slave said disdainfully in German.

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

"Tell them to shut up." A slave trader leader said to his subordinates. He hated the white slaves the most, because there were so many things, they were either crying or making noises, and a group of psychopaths came here.

It's just that the Hungarian officials who traded with them have been scared out of their wits. These people speak not only German, but also German (Viennese dialect) spoken by the upper class in Austria, not the vernacular of the German slaves before.

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

"Damn, you can't buy Hungarian slaves next time, they are all **** crazy." Then he looked at his subordinates, "Why are you still standing there, using whips and sticks!"

A slave trader whipped the slave who had the most fun talking, but to his surprise, his hand was caught by another tall slave in mid-air.

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

But the tall slave didn't intend to let go, instead, he increased the strength in his hand, and the whip in the slave trader's hand fell in response.

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

However, the leader of the slave trader watched with great interest. He admired the big man in front of him. At this time, a game where slaves fought to the death was popular in North America.

To put it simply, it is to lock two or more slaves together and watch them fight to the death for fun, just like those ancient Roman gladiators, the winner wins everything, and the loser loses everything.

There are many names for this game. It is called Mandingo in "Saved Django", it is also called Alabama Wrestling, or it is a Hercules game.

Participants can be black or Indian, and some whites 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, ruthless, and can destroy people with one blow. He can definitely make a lot of money .

The tall man named Barkway was the guard of the Taffey family and a nobleman, and the cheap German slave was Edward Taffey's cousin Simond Taffey, an idler who liked to seek excitement the nobility.

Floating across the ocean pretending to be a slave wasn't the craziest thing Simond had ever done. He once offered a bounty on himself just to see if his home was safe.

Buckway, accustomed to his master's madness, said in French with his foot on the slaver's head.

"Aren't you going to save him?"

Regarding Buckway's provocation, the leader of the slave trader was not angry, but asked calmly.

"Do you want to make a lot of money? Don't you come here to make money? I guarantee that you can make money here that you can't make in Europe in your entire life."

"I don't want to." Buckway directly threw the half-dead slave trader out. The leader of the trader couldn't dodge and was knocked down on the spot. He shouted loudly, "Hit me! Beat him until he is convinced!"

Dozens of slave traders rushed to the crowd, beating everyone with whips and sticks, but at this time, the white slaves were no longer afraid, 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! Or we'll shoot! I..."

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

Some of the slaves were armed with guns. When they saw that the other party was going to be serious, they drew their guns and shot directly, because they knew that Grand Duke Albrecht was still there. Sorry.

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

Slavers didn't have many guns and were defenseless.

The other side is a sneak attack, plus two new Colt revolvers per person, and they are veterans who have experienced many battles.

There was no suspense in the battle, and soon a dozen slave traders with guns were shot dead.

The leader who fell on the ground and the crowd who were fighting together were all frightened, because the situation was reversed twice in an instant, which made people feel a little confused.

Dozens of royal guards began to sweep the battlefield, occupying the manor, and the slave traders were tied together.

The leader of the slave trader said with a sneer, "No matter who you are! If you dare to mess with us, you are all dead! The French gendarmes will be here soon!"

At this time, the little boss was speaking English, and most of the people present could not understand it.

Albrecht could understand, he stepped forward with a big mouth, making the other party's eyes stare.

"Who instructed you?"

The little boss pointed to the big house on the side, and with a wave of Albrecht, a group of royal guards and Austrian officers rushed into the big house.

At this time, the former Hungarian government commissioner was also arrested. The angry Hungarian white slaves almost tore him to pieces, but was stopped by Albrecht.

"It's just right, you guys explain the ins and outs of this matter, and let everyone hear who is involved."

"I...I..." The commissioner became a little frightened

Albrecht's temper was not good, so he simply took out the notebook Franz gave him and handed it to the Hungarian commissioner.

"Read! What's missing, what's 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 to pieces."

The special commissioner's body was already covered with water, and he could only speak while crying.

Albrecht also made him a promise.

"As long as you make things clear~lightnovelpub.net~ I can send you and your family to a place where no one else can find you."

The commissioner naturally knew Grand Duke Albrecht, and he also knew that he was doomed, and he could only fight once in order to survive.

"But Grand Duke Albrecht, how do you go back? This is the territory of the French."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, you'll know right away."

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

Grand Duke Friedrich, the commander of the navy, stood at the bow of the ship and said to the Marine Corps he had just formed.

"Bring back my elder brother and fellow Austrians. If anyone stops you, you're welcome to take them back to the country."

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

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