【War court and knee pillow, Austria's destiny】【】

There are four major tribes living in Côte d'Ivoire. Among them, the Akan tribe and the Kru tribe are relatively close to the French, and the two tribes are relatively weak. Therefore, France needs to provide them with powerful weapons to protect themselves from being annexed.

The Mande and Voldak tribes are relatively larger and more independent, but due to backwardness in firearms and weapons, they are often at a disadvantage in wars.

In addition to these four largest tribes, there are dozens of tribes in Côte d'Ivoire, but the number is usually only one or two thousand or even less.

The commodities exchanged by the two tribes were, of course, slaves.

Although the French government has explicitly banned the sale of black slaves, the price of slaves is too sweet and tempting. For a slave trader, it is worthwhile to make a deal even if it costs his life.

The French used an old-fashioned Charleville flintlock gun in Côte d'Ivoire to exchange for a strong slave, and sold it to the United States for a sky-high price of $600.

You must know that the price of a Charleville at this time is around 8 US dollars, and the profit difference of 75 times is enough to make people crazy.

Flor Martiny was ostensibly a French captain, but he was actually the largest slave trader in Ivory Coast, with assets worth millions of francs.

He scoffed at the twenty thousand francs offered by the Austrian envoy.

"Tell your Grand Duke that this land will already belong to France. If the fleet he brings is not withdrawn, sooner or later it will become a pile of rotten wood floating on the ocean."

The failure of negotiations did not surprise Franz, but Friedrich felt insulted.

"Don't be angry, Uncle Friedrich."

"They're insulting us! A French captain, who does he think he is? That Corsican dwarf? You're naive enough to try to negotiate with those slave traders, remember, we've signed treaties, any country Every warship has the right to sink a slaver's ship."

Franz shook his head.

"There's no need for us to do it ourselves."

Friedrich suddenly understood what Franz meant.

"Okay, I'll do this."

When the big ship of the Austrian Navy appeared in the port, the chiefs of various tribes learned the news from their own sentries.

After that, Franz sent invitations to the chiefs, hoping to conduct trade with various tribes.

These indigenous tribes are very eager for European goods, and are naturally very willing to trade with Austria, especially weapons, ammunition, ironware, medicines, and small crafts such as watches and compasses, while other items such as snuff and sugar are also hot items.

As for what to exchange, the first thing these indigenous tribes thought of was slaves, and even their own internal members could sell it openly.

However, Franz had no interest in slave trading, so the chiefs had to reluctantly take out their own tribe's ivory, animal skins and food.

In fact, these things are not of great value to Austria, so Franz put forward several suggestions. One is that the natives can exchange labor for goods, and the other is that they can also choose to grow coffee and cocoa. The proposal was not well received.

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Among them, the Akan tribe did not send anyone to attend the appointment. Although it was expected, Franz still felt uncomfortable.

However, since the opponent was a group of natives, Friedrich's performance was not as intense as before.

"Let's go and destroy the Akan tribe."

"Huh?" Friedrich thought he had heard wrong.

"We are going to war. The Akan tribe has humiliated us, and they must pay for it."

Although Franz said so, in fact, he had investigated it a long time ago. This tribe is a die-hard supporter of the French. The whole tribe has only more than 10,000 people, but it has more than 3,000 guns. The Voldak tribe did not dare to fight with it.

"Then tomorrow night, I'll ask the special forces to blow up their arsenal first?"

"Uncle Friedrich, we don't have enough intelligence, so let's save our precious special forces."

"Then how to fight this battle?"

"It's the safest way to fight directly."

Without the support of reliable and accurate intelligence, rashly carrying out special operations is no different from death.

Although special forces are almost omnipotent in movies and games, in fact, once they are discovered in advance, their performance is not much better than ordinary infantry.

The safest way at this time is to fight frontally, so that the possibility of accidents is minimized and the effect is the most obvious.

And Franz didn't think the Ivory Coast would be stronger than the Zulus, but even the Zulus couldn't beat the car formation of 470 pioneers.

At this time, Franz's side had 1,500 marines, 1,000 professional dragoons, and a strong artillery team. Anyway, in terms of lineup alone, it was much stronger than the Dutch pioneers.

Of course, Franz didn't want to go to the battlefield himself, he still felt safer staying on board. In case there is any loss or shrapnel flies on him, wouldn't he have to die before he leaves?

It's just that Friedrich would not allow deserters in his team, even the royal family.

The war priests of the Akan tribe predicted that their tribe would smear the earth with blood, thunder would rain down from the sky, and boundless fire would devour everything.

As soon as the war started, the warriors of the Akan tribe flocked like crazy to the soldiers of the Austrian marines with their guns and shields.

You heard it right, with a shield in one hand and a rifle in the other. Africans at that time believed that bullets were magic, and whether they could hit them depended entirely on their beliefs and the mood of God.

Due to the lack of roads and the lack of efficient transportation methods, large-caliber artillery could not be transported. The artillery only brought 1,000 rodless spin-type Congreve rockets and four four-pounder field guns.

Ten launchers were set up, and with the sound of "whoosh, whoosh!", the gorgeous fireworks Reaper flew towards the enemy at a rate of five rounds per minute.

When the rocket rose into the sky, the indigenous fighters were dumbfounded. They saw those strange things swirling, rushing into the crowd, with huge explosions, accompanied by flying flames, everything was as the wizard predicted.

It's just that the one who was slaughtered seemed to be his own side, and those indigenous fighters hadn't had time to wake up from the shock ~lightnovelpub.net~ The Austrian infantry opened fire.

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The dense bullets shot at the natives who only had cowhide shields and grass skirts, and more than half of the bravest and most powerful warriors of the tribes standing in the front fell down.

Although the shooting has not stopped, the indigenous soldiers who survived in the hellish environment are on the verge of collapse. However, the cruel battlefield will not give them any respite, and they will only be greeted by the servants of death.

As the young people of the Akan tribe continued to fall, looking at the **** battlefield, the chief wanted to ask the war priest for clarification, but at this time the old wizard had been hit by a rocket and burned into a lump of coke .

Less than a quarter of an hour after the start of the war, the 5,000 warriors brought by Chief Akan were already defeated.

These warriors walked like flying, and they could escape even if they couldn't fight, but this time they encountered Austrian cavalry.

No matter how fast people run, they only have two legs after all, and soon those warriors were overtaken by war horses.

The cavalry brought by Franz has a very complicated composition and various weapons, but there is no doubt that this army is the strongest cavalry in Austria.

And what cavalrymen like most is the fleeing enemy. They can use sabers, spears, and even revolvers to reap life as much as they want.

In fact, this battle was doomed from the very beginning, and it couldn't even be called a battle. From the moment the cavalry attacked, it had become a one-sided massacre.