Chapter 737 "Doing Justice"
Franz didn't hate smart people, but this business genius was too smart. Even if Franz wanted to help him restore his country, the latter wanted to maximize the value of the former.
Veraweiss Adani jumped back and forth between Franz and the British in order to obtain the maximum profit and become the final winner.
A king, or a nominal emperor of India, could not satisfy his appetite at all.
The British would not allow India to be unified, and Franz would not allow India to be unified either. A unified India was too large to be controlled by a single great power.
Back to the present, Lakshmi Pai: "Since guerrilla warfare cannot win the war, what is the need to persist?"
Franz took a sip of tea and said: "In the case of a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and us, guerrilla warfare can at least retain a glimmer of hope for victory."
Lakshmi Pai asked again.
"Will we see guerrilla warfare this time?"
Franz and Albrecht looked at each other. They didn't know, but they hoped to see it. The former wanted to get more land.
The latter wanted to see the horror of guerrilla warfare as Franz said, and to test whether he could cope with it.
However, the reason why the latter was so fearless was mainly because the troops were too sufficient and there was enough margin for error.
At this time, a scout cavalry came back and said that they had encountered a situation.
Then they brought a distraught fat man, who looked about 40 years old, with fair skin, two delicate mustaches, his clothes were covered with dirt and grass, there were traces of burning on his head, and he was muttering in Polish.
Franz didn't understand what it was, and the speed of speech was too fast, which seemed to be a local dialect. Seeing the fat man like this, the captain of the scout raised his hand and slapped him twice.
Then he shouted: "Say! What did you encounter?"
After being slapped twice, the fat man woke up from his dream and knelt on the ground without dignity.
"Sir! Serfs! Serfs rebelled! They killed anyone they saw! My estate! My servants! My family."
The fat man cried, and the people in the carriage reacted differently. Some were ready to show their skills; some seemed worried because the speed of the Krakow uprising had exceeded their expectations; Franz didn't care at all, he knew what was happening.
"What's your name?"
"Are you asking me? Sir?" The fat man was a little confused, but he had regained some reason at this time, and the young man in front of him was the kind he couldn't afford to offend.
"Yes." Franz nodded.
"Iga Skorowski."
Franz gave Mia Artiez a look on the side, and the latter immediately understood and began to look up the information at hand.
"Mr. Skorowski, are there any other survivors besides you? We will do justice for you."
"Really? Sir!" Iga Skorowski was about to grab Franz's hand, but was pushed away by Colonel Bordeaux.
"My Lord is asking you a question!" Iga Skorowski was a little confused at this time. He saw that the young man was a lieutenant colonel, but the one who called him "My Lord" was a colonel, and he was confused.
However, there are many young generals in the Austrian Empire. They should be the children of a big family. It is common for them to find some people to help in the army.
Iga Skorowski 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 Skorowski: "Then you have to bring more people"
"How many?" Albrecht stood up and said, tall stature (185cm, 90kg) plus strong aura, after all, he is a senior officer who has been leading troops for many years.
Especially the lieutenant general rank and the rows of medals on his chest, almost scared Iga Skorowski, a small Polish nobleman, to the ground.
There is no way, after all, it is difficult to meet a colonel at the latter level.
With Albrecht as a guarantor, Iga Skorowski felt relieved and took Franz back to the temporary residence of these people.
A group of people dressed in very embarrassed clothes, some of whom were wearing pajamas, hid in an abandoned ditch. At this time, Mia Artie had already found Iga Skorowski's information, and it was exactly the same as Franz thought, but she still confirmed it one last time.
The people in the temporary camp were very excited to see Franz and his party, and they shouted.
"It's saved!"
"That group of unruly people are dead!"
"Long live Austria!"
"Tell your names."
Colonel Bordeaux's words were very cold, so they made some people uncomfortable, and some people immediately became alert.
"What are you going to do?!"
Franz was about to speak, but Mia Artie took the lead, then lifted the hem of her skirt and said, "Sorry, but it's more appropriate for me to do this kind of thing."
The latter's ability is trustworthy to the former, but Bordeaux always makes some trouble when he is free.
"Everyone, we can only count your property if we know your names. Although you have suffered heavy losses in the previous rebellion, we can still find a way to recover your land, real estate, bills, and bonds."
"Really?!"
Everyone who was still hesitant immediately became enthusiastic and reported their full names one after another, which was surprising.
As a clerk, Mia Atiles was able to produce a list of the other party's property on the spot, whether it was land, real estate, bonds, or serfs, almost exactly.
These down-and-out nobles immediately became grateful to Franz and his party, and then Franz confirmed the situation with Mia Artiles again.
"There is only one Mr. Ivan who is not on the list."
"Then get him out."
"I have told him that there are some unclear aspects of his property registration and he needs to go to the Bochnia headquarters in person to confirm."
Franz gave a thumbs up, and now he could carry out the next step of his plan.
"Gentlemen! Our army will escort you back to your villages to get your property back!"
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
Outside the village of Mataklo.
The Austrian army met a procession of serfs pushing many stinking carts.
Iga Skorowski and some local nobles who were far away from the side started yelling. One moment he shouted that he wanted to kill the serfs, and the next moment he cried for his father and mother and wanted to escape.
Franz was a little annoyed when he heard it. Bordeaux immediately grabbed Iga Skorovski's collar and gave the latter a jab in the throat. Immediately there was only a whine left, and several other chaos The guy who yelled was treated the same.
The team of serfs stopped fifty meters away from the army, because the latter had raised their guns, and the former all lay prone on the ground, only pointing at the contents of the cart from time to time.
Franz could smell the stench from afar. This smell was familiar to anyone who had been on the battlefield. It was the stench of corpses.
Looking at the expressions of the surviving nobles, one can tell that these thirty cars are all their fellow nobles.
Franz took out a long manuscript