Chapter 734 Please Die, Master

Krakow borders Galicia.

Brzezina and his team sat in front of the old mill. He looked at the red sky in the distance, which was the flames of Krakow.

These flames will burn across Poland, across Europe, across the Atlantic Ocean, across the wastes of Siberia, and unite the whole world under the banner of Emperor Landry Promy I.

And he, Brzezina, will serve as His Majesty's vanguard across the Himalayas and drink from the Amazon River

At this time, one of his subordinates whispered something beside Commander Brzezina, and the Commander looked at the closed door of the mill.

With a "clang", the wooden door of the mill was kicked open. Inside, an old man led a donkey and was still walking in front of the small millstone. From time to time, he picked up the grains on the side and poured them into the big millstone. The waterwheel slowly shook under the action of the flowing water. Millstone.

"Hey! Old man! You are hiding here and eavesdropping on our conversation! Are you a spy for the Austrians?"

A shirtless man with a musket in his hand asked angrily. The people around him immediately responded and prepared to eat the old man and the donkey alive.

Brzezina raised his hand to stop the barking of his men. He straightened his clothes and asked in a very gentle tone.

"Old man, what are you doing?"

Perhaps the sound of the water flow was too loud, and the old man seemed not to hear it at all, and just mechanically repeated the previous actions.

Brzezina was the president of the student union at school. He was also an elite member of the Polish Restoration Army. Now he has been promoted to the commander of the Krakow City Defense Army. In the future, he may be the marshal of the kingdom.

He didn't have much patience, so in order not to lose face, he raised his tone and asked again.

"Old man, what are you doing?"

This time the old man responded, but the answer was still lukewarm.

"Grinding wheat."

This made Brzezina feel very depressed. All his kindness on a whim was given to this old and deaf serf.

However, he must show enough intelligence and ability in front of his men in order to establish prestige.

"Did you know that Krakow has been liberated?"

The old man glanced at the young man, finally put down his work, sat on the grain pile nearby and sighed sadly, then took out a pipe that had been used for decades and started smoking.

The old man's reaction made Brzezina even more confused, but he soon figured it out. All lackeys are like this, but he will not kill the opponent with one shot. He will make the opponent die from soul to body.

"Did you know that this mill is owned by Austrians?"

"Know."

The old man's words had no tone, which made Brzezina a little angry. As the nearby residents were driven to the mill, he felt that the time had come.

"Then do you know why the Austrians want to build mills on our land?"

Before the old man could answer, Brzezina shouted loudly to himself.

"To plunder our wealth! To secretly poison our food! To confuse our poor compatriots!"

Brzezina's words were immediately met with cheers and curses.

"Because of the evil deeds of the Austrians, we have to bury those bewitched compatriots with our own hands. I am really saddened."

"Your Majesty Commander, you are so kind!"

"You don't have to be sad! Sacrifice is inevitable! You still have us!"

"We will always support your Excellency the Commander!"

"Long live Commander Brzezina!"

The old man was not affected by the warm atmosphere around him and just talked to himself.

"I only know that in the past, grinding wheat required silver coins, but now only copper coins are enough. The so-called poison and magic are even more nonsense, because it is me and it who are in charge of this mill."

The old man pointed to his donkey. Although Brzezina could hear it, the crowd farther away certainly couldn't.

But these words were enough, Brzezina raised his hand again, and the surroundings fell silent for an instant.

"The poor old man has been bewitched by the Austrians. He cannot hear the call of the Polish motherland. Now I sentence him to death!"

"death penalty!"

"death penalty!"

Some people cheered with expectant expressions on their faces, just like the audience waiting for the opening of a big show, while some people looked ashen and didn't know what they were thinking.

Soon the gallows was erected.

At this time, Brzezina started his speech again. Although it may be a little worse than Landry Prome, most of the content is still the same.

(Written before, read it yourself.)

"The victory of Poland is the victory of all mankind, and it is also the victory of civilization. Under the leadership of Landry Promy I, as long as we drive away the Austrians, Prussians, and Russians.

Then we can rebuild the Kingdom of Poland and let you all live the good life you once had! .”

The old man on the side used a louder voice to cover up Brzezina.

"No, dear sir, it won't be like that. You just want to drive out the most benevolent ruler in this land and then let this country go to ruin.

My father once told me that when the Polish Federation still existed, the lords could beat the serfs arbitrarily, but the serfs had no way to appeal...

If you drive the emperor out of this land, then every one of you will want to feel like a lone man, and you will beat the serfs at will like you did in the days of the Polish Commonwealth. "

"Hang him! What are you still doing? Hang this devil! Traitor! You damn Hams!"

[Ham is a derogatory term used by Polish nobles to refer to civilians. 】

Brzezinna shouted in exasperation. The two executioners were indifferent. In fact, in order to undermine the morale of the other party, he deliberately asked the old man's family to execute the execution, so that the execution would be most effective.

However, he was not afraid of the other party's resistance. After all, the families of the two young people were in his hands.

Generally speaking, the old man would accept his fate, and the young man would be swallowed by guilt after killing his family and become his most loyal believer.

The old man's words immediately resonated with the surrounding serfs, and the restless crowd attacked Brzezinna's city defense army.

In the harvest season, the serfs holding various farm tools directly attacked Brzezinna's team.

Because the distance was too close, the so-called firearms were not obvious, and the serfs in the nearby villages were mostly brothers and relatives. When they saw their blood relatives fall, they thought more about revenge rather than escape.

He knew that he had to kill the culprit in front of him to quell the riot, otherwise this show for expanding the army would turn into a disaster.

Brzezinna took out his pistol, but before he could shoot, a pitchfork thrown like a javelin pierced his arm.

"Kill these lackeys of the Polish nobles!"

"Long live Emperor Ferdinand!"

(Ferdinand I was the Emperor of the Austrian Empire at that time.)

The surrounding serfs shouted and rushed over as if they were not going to die.

The so-called soldiers under Brzezinna were just a group of Krakow university students, hooligans and ruffians who had never seen blood.

Those who were coerced had already begun to turn against them and massacre these demons who had once destroyed them.