The two trenk face

II. Frederick found the opponent he was looking for. Charles of Lorraine came face to face with equal force.

Marsovicz is called the place where II. Frederick lost – not the battle – but the whole campaign. There was no battle.

Yet the blood of the soldiers of both camps was boiling -84-from the desire to fight. But the «mama» said to the children, «Shut up! they went to sleep! » This is the common mom of us all, the land: it prevented the fight.

Károly Lotharingi’s army farmed on a semicircular hill with cannons placed on the slopes of the mountain. There was a lake on either side of the mountain, connected by a sluggish canal. Swampy swamp on both sides of the canal.

In contrast to II. Frederick’s army also occupied a mound; the two enemies could see into each other’s intestines: they could count their cannons, their cavalry regiments; they could see all their movements. However, they could not even move. They had to stop here and look each other in the eye. The two opponents could only approach each other’s position through narrow valleys; but those mountain dunes themselves were torn in two by deep rock cliffs. Rocks, swamps, lakes, made the battle impossible. Prince Charles did not move. He was in a comfortable position: his army was ample for food. But behind King Frederick, all food could be made impossible by Brother Trenk. The king realized that the attack was impossible. He blew a retreat. He marched with his army to the other side of the Elbe. The whole campaign was lost.

The retreat to Silesia took place in full military order, in three pillars, according to tactical rules. The army of Charles of Lorraine accompanied him only from a great distance; but he did not attack the returning enemy. II. Frederick himself, with a brigade formed by the cavalry and infantry bodyguard and the two battalions of the Guard Grenades, marched in the center with four camp cannons; the enemy had no trace of hire. The whole headquarters was with the king.

In the evening the king stayed in Kollin. This place was superstitious about him. His first visit was fatal in him.-85-

As it got dark, the hussar pitches on display for the outpost came to report that a large team of Hungarian cavalry was approaching. The hussars took so much recklessness that they rushed into the city and fired their carbines there.

Jasinszky, the commander-in-chief of the guards, sent a section on horseback to Frigyes Trenk for a spy inspection; it soon returned with the news that the whole field was teeming with racing Hungarian hussars.

The commander instructed him to go to see the king and ask for his order.

Frederick ran a lot in the city, looking for the king: no one could tell him where he had gone? The entire council of war could not give advice. At last the king’s servant was aware that his majesty had ascended to the tower.

Frederick hurried after him. There he found the king in the tower window, with perspective in his hand.

– What do you want to wear? the king asked angrily when Trenk addressed him.

“I’m waiting for your order, Your Majesty, what do we do?”

– Put what you want! Work to save your skin.

“My commander wants instructions from the cavalry.”

“Well, give him the instruction to have the riding guard pull out of your first snout and get up on the glaze in your second snout, keep everyone in the saddle.”

Then came a thick shower that covered the whole country, the king could not see anything from the tower. It was a sooty night.

Frigyes Trenk hurried to Jasinszky with the instruction and with it the riding guard marched through the city to your host.

The king had a suspicion of the seriousness of the danger. Instead of concentrating his brigade downtown, he set it all up in the back suburb where there is an exit.-86-

The rain stopped, but it was dark because of the overcast sky. But not long after, lighting became enough! Ferencz Trenk arrived at the head of his pandurs and his first thing was to light a couple of tall houses. The marsupials occupied the outermost houses and began firing rifles at the Prussians from their windows.

He himself, the commander-in-chief, on his black horse, in the red dolman, roared there recklessly, handing out orders, amid the hellish lighting. Sometimes he came so close to Frederick Trenk that he could see his face. It was terrible for a dream vision too!

Meanwhile, Turkish music was played: old drums, trumpet, clarinet; the song of Svihrova sounded, in which the roaring sword of the sergeants sang.

And not only to spoil his enemies with fire and iron, the pandur leader even made up for the fact that the canal was torn through and the water falling into that city covered the glacia at the same time. The bodyguards’ horses died in the flood and their rows were decimated by the bullets of the pandurs. Seven bodyguards from Frigyes Trenk’s fallen and his own horse were injured. He heard the pimple of the bullet penetrating his neck. The paripa crouched, tossed, and then took his rider off the saddle.

This style of warfare was unusual, shocking, a hoax of all military science. Attack in the middle of a city on a dark night into which the flames of ignited houses cast a world. From the houses they shoot at the cavalry, unable to defend themselves, on which the water of the canal has been released. The attacked party is squeezed into a suburb from which it has access only through a gate. But outside in the square in front of the city, the enemy cavalry races and cuts its way to every escape attack.

One advantage was only the king’s brigade over Ferencz Trenk. Those four camp cannons. This weapon type was missing from the pandur leader. He hated the cannon as a useless time-wasting tool. Enough for him in my city-87-he had his lair, and the dark night, the grunt in his hand, the crooked sword clenched between his teeth; this is how they take in castles. And in battle, he estimated the old ammunition intact. In his fast races, the cannon, which could not swim and would be stuck in the mud, would have only hindered him.

And these four tiny six-pound cannons saved him II. Frederick was not captured by Ferencz Trenk as a guard and headquarters in Kolin. He was already surrounded on all sides. His leaders lost their heads. No one shared a command.

The pandur leader, on the other hand, shouted slogans to his pandurs in far-fetched words in some unfamiliar jargon that the opponent did not understand.

Then a cannonball smashed the stalk leader’s right leg.

Frigyes Trenk saw his uncle’s black horse rise high and then cut himself back, burying his knight under him. The cannonball also killed the horse.

The pandurs rushed over to their fallen leader and freed him from under his horse, taking it with them.

With that, the fight was over: the great danger receded over the king’s head. This is a cannonball to deliver.

When the leader was wounded, the entire army of pandurs lost his soul.

All his military success depended on his personal bravery. He never communicated to his lieutenants his plan of attack, which he himself had devised in the heat of the struggle, and changed it quickly if necessary. None of the harnesses was able to replace the leader; and he chased away the wiser chief officers out of envy and jealousy.

The army of pandurs drifted out of the city without any Turkish music, the cavalry roaming the deserted streets for some time; but after midnight it was also cleansed. The next morning the brigade of Nassau hurried to rescue the king, and as soon as the pandur camp came, it disappeared and no longer disturbed the retreat of the Prussians.-88-

“Well, your precious brother could have made a nice joke with us that night!” The king told Frederick Trenk when they rode side by side again the next day. Good luck being shot!

However, Ferenc Trenk was not shot to death: the soul was not so easily sewn to its body. He was taken to Vienna and there a skilled surgeon glued his broken tibia together: one leg was at most shorter than the other; but he still rode the horse as before and only the kurucz left as before.

II. Frederick returned home with his heavily depleted army, of which he had lost a third, without having waged a battle, and had lost the entire campaign.