Chapter 750: Black Eats Black

Relying on militias to attack targets hundreds of kilometers away, anyone with some military common sense would not try to do this.

In fact, such a resolution that is like dementia would not be passed under normal circumstances, but who can blame this for the extraordinary period?

Landre Prome may not be a good person, but his ability is not a problem. It is indeed not easy to bring such a loose organization to the point where it is today.

At least it is much better than those who only know how to force Bem to send troops by relying on their numbers, but this does not mean that Landre Prome is really smart.

In Pest at night, street lights are not yet popular, which saved the life of the man in the windbreaker. The Magyar riders carried torches and hounds, searching for traces of prey in the city.

Little did they know that the cunning prey had already jumped into the waterway in the city, and the Magyar nobles on the other side of the city were still cleaning up their spoils.

Four carts of gold, silver, coins and jewelry, no wonder they had to be pulled by four tall draft horses. This money is almost enough to cover Hungary's tax revenue for a whole year, and it is a wealth that ordinary nobles will never have in their lifetime.

Some people in the house stared at the gold in front of them with greed, while others stared at their companions with fierceness in their eyes.

As a burst of gunfire rang out, there was the sound of swords entering flesh and a scream that was not like a human voice.

In the end, only one person came out, and as soon as the door was closed, his body slid to the ground against the door. The tense nerves and intense exercise made his throat dry, and his throat kept mumbling.

The man reached into his jacket pocket and fumbled, and soon he took out a pocket watch.

With a clear "click", the pocket watch was opened, but there was not a photo of a young girl inside, but a middle-aged man with a big beard.

The man's breathing gradually stabilized and his voice became clear.

"Mr. Kossuth! Hungary will be independent!"

Three hours later, the hunters had concluded that the person they were looking for had left the city, but it didn't matter. The money was already in their hands, and the surroundings were their territory and no one could escape.

The blockade of waterways is much easier than that of landways. After all, there are only two docks in the whole city, and there are many more land routes.

In the dead of night, Landre Prome had thrown away the soaked windbreaker and stole a sheet to wrap himself.

He never expected that the Magyars would be so ruthless. They should be allies in terms of strategy, but they attacked him, the leader of the Polish uprising, which was simply unreasonable.

When Landre Prome thought of the gold, silver and jewelry in those cars, his heart ached. There was nothing to pity about those loyal subordinates. After all, they would be dealt with sooner or later.

Landre Prome found a fire while walking. After soaking in water for several hours, he naturally approached the fire.

The homeless people around the fire did not speak, but just moved aside to make room.

A group of homeless people naturally came together.

"Do you want to have a home?"

Dorobichi, Yasuski Manor.

Franz seemed a little bored, because there were really few entertainment programs in the country manor. Although there were singing and dancing programs every day, they were extremely crude.

If he had just come here, it would be fine, but Franz had been in this world for more than ten years and didn't feel any novelty at all.

Vihliu Yasuski did have some novel ways of playing, but he didn't dare to show them in front of Franz. After all, the latter's mind, the former never understood.

Vihliu Yasuski couldn't do such a thing as offering a handle.

And he felt that he still had a secret. As long as the main force of the Polish Restoration Army could come, the Yasuski family would be the first contributor to the restoration of Poland.

Franz only brought cavalry, no artillery and heavy weapons. Krakow's reply said that there were already 100,000 troops rushing to Dorobichi, and Vihliu Yasuski couldn't think of the possibility of losing.

So he tried his best every day to keep Franz and his people, no matter how much it cost, it was worth it, but those programs were really mediocre.

The most terrifying thing is that Franz has to pretend to be very happy every day, after all, it would not be good if the other party found out.

The dandy came to the countryside to experience life. Every day, apart from singing and dancing, he chased chickens and dogs with a hunting rifle. Although Franz was not very happy, his entourage had a lot of fun.

Even Mia Artie, who seemed stable at ordinary times, began to learn to hunt the chickens of Count Yasuski's house with a gun.

To be honest, everyone in the Royal Dragoon Regiment was a dandy before, and now they released their nature and hunted all the hunting grounds of the Yasuski family.

Later, they could only hunt livestock, and if the livestock were gone, they could only hunt poultry.

However, the real catastrophe for the Yasuski family was the thousands of war horses. In addition to eating fine feed, these war horses also needed to add rapeseed oil to wheat and beans, as well as a little salt as a seasoning.

This kind of meal, coupled with a huge appetite, ordinary farmers could not afford it at all, and even ate better than those noble cavalrymen.

Fortunately, it was autumn, otherwise these thousands of tall horses would have eaten Yasuski alive.

Bordeaux was still the same, patrolling the situation around Franz like a machine every day.

Yasuski Manor seemed to be nothing special except that it was larger than ordinary Polish noble manors and had stronger defenses.

But if I have to say, Franz feels that the number of servants here is seriously insufficient. Of course, this is also related to the large number of visitors. After all, who will receive thousands of visitors at one time?

As for Miss Celestina, although she has a good appearance, she is really not good at seducing men.

The excited heart, trembling hands, somewhat reluctant eyes, and an expression ready to sacrifice at any time, almost engraved the four words "I am a novice" on her face.

Fortunately, Franz is good at acting on occasion.

The two sides have always maintained an awkward relationship, but the biggest problem for Franz is the aftermath.

This Miss Celestina is obviously also a member of the Polish Restoration Army. Even if she is not, she is definitely a Polish Restorationist.

But this can't be blamed on her. After all, her adoptive father is Vihliu Yasuski, the big moneymaker of the Polish Restoration Army. It is difficult not to be affected by it under the preconceived circumstances.

And after these days of investigation, it is basically certain that Celestina is Ajani's daughter.

With this relationship, it is even more troublesome to deal with. As for how Celestina became Vihliu Yasuski's adopted daughter, we can only ask Adjani's unreliable friend.

According to Vihliu Yasuski, he picked up Celestina at the door of the church. This kind of cliché plot in novels is unlikely in reality.