The Price of Loyalty

The moment the King of Hungary gave the signal, he had his forces march into Croatia. Where the Royal Hungarian Army had marched into Zagreb in under twelve hours, waving the banners of Saint Stephen over its highest peak and greatest cathedral.

Such an overwhelming victory proved once again, without a shadow of a doubt, the difference between a nation that fought with armor at its forefront and those without it. 

The soldiers wore a patchwork of old Austro-Hungarian uniforms and wielded rifles from every corner of the world; a sign of how the current Royal Hungarian Army was doing its best with the little it had.

Years of warfare had bled the best of their weaponry left over from the Great War, not that they inherited the pinnacle of what the Austro-Hungarian Army had been working with. No, when the Habsburgs joined with Germany, they brought their most capable gear with them.