Debrecen was in chaos. The people had completely lost their minds. Fighting broke out all over the city, and people seized whatever weapons they could find to loot supplies before fleeing wildly toward the outskirts.
The ordinary people of Hungary had reached their limit long ago. It was only the harsh laws and moral shackles that had kept them in check.
Now, nothing else mattered. They only wanted to survive. They didn't want to end up like the citizens of Buda and Pest, and they especially didn't want to become pawns abandoned to their fate, sacrificed for others.
If people like Batthyany had fled, what reason did they have to keep holding out?
The army couldn't suppress the chaos, not because it lacked manpower or had failed to prepare, but because the common people weren't the only ones trying to flee.
Everyone brought all their skills to bear in the struggle to survive. Even soldiers turned their guns on one another, and in that instant, the order Lajos Kossuth had painstakingly maintained collapsed completely.
Alongside those desperately fleeing and those trying to maintain order, another group seized the opportunity to rape and loot. They truly lived up to the Huns' reputation.
Lajos Kossuth's heart had collapsed, too. He didn't know what he was doing. He had only ever wanted what was best for the Hungarian nation.
How had he led it into an abyss of eternal ruin?
Lajos Kossuth remembered his like-minded friends. Together, they had looked down on the city from the Bell Tower, sharing their aspirations and painting a beautiful future for the Hungarian Republic.
Petőfi, Ferenc, why had you both left?
Ferenc had been Lajos Kossuth's close friend, but their political views had differed, and in the end, they had gone their separate ways.
Lajos Kossuth remembered