The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 737 "Justice"

It's not that Franz hates smart people, it's just that this business genius is so smart that even if Franz wants to help him restore the country, the latter wants to maximize the value of the former.

Villawais Adani bounced back and forth between Franz and the Englishman in hopes of maximizing his profits and being the winner.

A king, or a nominal emperor of India could not satisfy his appetite at all.

The British will not unify India, and Franz will not unify India either. A unified India is too big to be controlled by a single power.

Back in front of me, Lakshmi Payi: "Since guerrilla warfare cannot be won, is there any need to persist?"

Franz took a sip of tea and said, "In the case of the disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, guerrilla warfare can at least retain a glimmer of hope for victory."

Lakshmi Payi asked again.

"Can we see guerrilla warfare this time?"

Franz and Albrecht looked at each other, they didn't know, but they hoped to see, the former wanted to get more land.

The latter wanted to see the horror of guerrilla warfare that Franz said, and to test whether he could handle it.

However, the reason why the latter is so reckless is that the military strength is too sufficient and there is a sufficient fault tolerance rate.

At this moment, a scouting cavalry rushed back, saying that they had encountered a situation.

Then he brought a fat man who had lost his soul. He looked about 40 years old, with fair skin and a delicate moustache. His clothes were covered with mud and grass clippings. Also read words in Polish.

Franz couldn't quite understand what it was specifically, and it seemed to be a local dialect spoken too fast.When the captain of the investigation saw Fatty's appearance, he raised his hand and slapped him twice.

Then he snapped and said, "Say! What did you encounter?"

After being slapped twice, the fat man woke up like a dream and knelt on the ground without dignity.

"My lord! Serfs! The serfs are rebelling! They kill anyone they see! My manor! My servants! My family."

The fat man burst into tears, and the people in the car reacted differently. Some were gearing up and preparing to show their talents; some were worried because the speed of the Krakow uprising had exceeded their expectations; what.

"What's your name?"

"Are you asking me? My lord?" The fat man was a little puzzled, but at this moment he had regained some sense, and the young man in front of him knew at a glance that he couldn't afford to provoke him.

"Yes." Franz nodded.

"Iga Skrowski."

Franz gave Mia Artius a wink, and the latter immediately understood and began to look up the information at hand.

"Mr. Skrowski, are there any other survivors besides you? We will do justice to you."

"Really? Your Excellency!" Iga Skrowski just wanted to grab Franz's hand, but was pushed away by Colonel Bordeaux.

"My lord is asking you something!" Iga Skrowski was a little confused at this moment. He saw that the young man had the rank of lieutenant colonel, but the person who called him "my lord" was a colonel, and he was a little confused. less than mind.

However, there are quite a few young generals in the Austrian Empire, and they should be the children of a certain big family. It is not uncommon to find someone to help in the army.

Iga Skrowski didn't think much about it, and then said: "Also, they are all hiding in the cave in Skoczow."

Franz: "Okay! You take us to find them, and then I will give you justice."

Iga Skrowski: "Then you can bring more people"

"How much?" Albrecht stood up and said, with a tall figure (185cm, 90kg) and a strong aura, after all, he was a senior officer who led troops all the year round.

Especially the rank of lieutenant general and the rows of medals on his chest almost made Iga Skrowski, a small Polish nobleman, fall to the ground in fright.

There is no way, after all, it is difficult to meet a colonel at the latter level.

With Albrecht, a big man, as a guarantee, Iga Skrowski felt relieved and took Franz back to the temporary residence of these people.

A group of people dressed in embarrassment, including some in pajamas, hid in an abandoned ditch.At this time, Mia Artius had already found out the information of Iga Skrowski, and it was exactly what Franz thought, but it was still the last confirmation.

The people in the temporary camp were very excited when they saw Franz and his party, and shouted one after another.

"It's saved!"

"Those thugs are dead!"

"Long live Austria!"

"Report your names."

Colonel Bordeaux's words were very cold, so some people felt uncomfortable, and some people immediately became alert.

"What are you going to do?!"

Just as Franz was about to speak, Mia Artius took the first step, then raised her skirt and said, "Sorry, but it's more appropriate for me to do this kind of thing."

The ability of the latter is trustworthy for the former, but Bordeaux always causes some trouble when he is free.

"Everyone, we can only count your property if we know your names. Although you suffered heavy losses in the previous rebellion, we can still find a way to deal with things like land, real estate, bills, and bonds."

"Really?!"

The people who were still hesitating immediately became enthusiastic and reported their full names one after another, surprisingly.

As the clerk, Mia Artius was able to produce a list of the other party's property on the spot, whether it was land, real estate, bonds, or serfs, it was almost exactly the same.

These downcast nobles immediately became grateful to Franz and his party, after which Franz confirmed the situation with Mia Artius again.

"There is only one Mr. Ivan who is not on the list."

"Then get him out."

"I have already told him that his property registration is somewhat unclear, and he needs to go to the Bochnia headquarters to confirm it."

Franz gave a thumbs up, and now he can carry out the next step.

"Gentlemen! Our troops will escort you back to your villages to take back your property!"

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

Outside the village of Mataclo.

The Austrian army met a procession of serfs pushing many stinking carts.

Iga Skrowski and some local nobles on the side started yelling from a long distance away, clamoring for a while to kill the group of serfs, and crying for their parents and mothers for a while to escape.

Franz was a little annoyed, and Bordeaux immediately grasped Iga Skrowski's collar and punched the latter's throat. Immediately, there was only whining, and the others were in a mess. The yelling guy is treated the same way.

The line of serfs stopped at a distance of 50 meters from the army, because the latter had raised their guns, and the former all lay down on the ground, only pointing at the things in the cart from time to time.

Franz could smell the stench from a long distance. This smell is familiar to those who have been on the battlefield. It is the stench of corpses.

Looking at the expressions of the surviving nobles, one could tell that the thirty cars were all their noble compatriots.

Franz produced a long manuscript
(End of this chapter)