Chapter 760 Joke

When the first corpse was found, people in the square began to dig the soil. If they had tools, they would dig with tools. If they didn't have tools, they would dig with their hands.

Soon, hundreds of corpses were found, and the dungeon was also found. However, the number of people was more than Franz imagined, and he even wondered how Vihliu Yasuski could feed so many people.

As more people with incomplete limbs and broken bodies were found, the mystery was self-evident.

Almost all the people Bordeaux brought down were veterans who were good at fighting. The smoke and blood of the battlefield were commonplace to them. In the eyes of ordinary people, these guys were no different from butchers.

However, these executioners in the eyes of ordinary people were vomiting, trembling, and clenching their knuckles until they turned white.

"Is there a doctor?"

Franz shouted. In fact, there were doctors in the army, but there were far from enough. Several people in the crowd raised their hands, and Franz counted only a dozen.

Needless to say, these people probably don't have a medical license, and they are not even doctors who treat patients, but it's better to have them than not.

"Please follow the command of the military doctor, those poor people need help."

The doctors and "doctors" were busy saving people, but the rescued people did not "appreciate" it, and the latter wanted to stay and watch the execution.

However, under Franz's persuasion, most people decided to receive treatment first, because Vihliu Yasuski was left as the last one.

There were seven or eight hundred people in the entire Yasuski manor. Even if minors were excluded, it would take at least a week to try them one by one.

However, Franz felt that good food is not afraid of late. Compared with digging a pit and burying it directly, or letting the serfs beat it to death, the value of public trial is much greater and the effect is much more lasting.

If you want to defeat Poland completely, only the Poles themselves can do it. Compared with military conquest and economic control, national identity seems efficient and cheap.

In fact, there is a cheaper and more efficient way, that is religious deification and idolatry. However, the side effects of doing so are too great, which is equivalent to drinking poison to quench thirst.

And it will anger other people, and at the same time stimulate the ambitions of some people. What if I don't do a good job of post-processing, or my successor is incompetent.

Then the conflicts accumulated before will erupt at once, and it is easy to cause qualitative changes due to the large magnitude.

The result is a change of flags at the least, and a fall to pieces at the worst.

Franz has enough capital, he doesn't need to deliberately let some people go, and as the spokesperson of the aristocracy, it is even less likely to instigate the people to target the aristocracy.

For the so-called progress, he revolutionized himself, and Franz didn't think that there was only one way for the world to develop.

Franz decided to leave the trial of Vihliu Yasuski to the end. Death is often a relief for those who are doomed to die. The real pain is waiting for the death sentence.

The first person to judge often determines the tone of the normal trial, so Franz chose the butler known as the "gentle beast".

The butler was named Vladimir Wuster, the white glove of Vihliu Yasuski, the person the latter valued the most, and the person responsible for contacting the Polish Restoration Army.

Treason and attempted murder of royal family members alone were enough to sentence him to death, but the crime of this gentle beast was far less than that.

Although he had just been here for five years, there were 135 households persecuted on the spot alone, with almost all known crimes including murder, injury, robbery, fraud, arson, rape, and treason.

In order to make this gentle beast suffer more, Franz specially made full-covered plate armor for the four guards escorting prisoners.

When Vladimir Wuster passed through the crowd, the angry people threw debris, dirt and stones at him.

Ordinary people in this era lived in poverty and would not use precious eggs and tomatoes to punish prisoners because they were reluctant to do so.

Vladimir Wuster was already covered in mud when he was sent to the gallows, and there was blood in the corners of his eyes.

It was a man who jumped onto the prison car desperately, but at this time Vladimir Wuster looked completely indifferent.

He raised his head and shouted in the direction of the man, "Your wife is great! Your sister is great too! Your two daughters are the best!"

Then he laughed wildly, laughing so hard that tears were about to flow out. The two guards beat his liver desperately but could not stop Vladimir Wuster's laughter. In the end, the executioner couldn't stand it and stuffed a rag into his mouth to stop the laughter.

The trial result was read out by local officials, and then the priest would pray for him. After the ceremony, the criminal should make a last word, and the priest would record it on his behalf.

But at this time, Vladimir Wuster's mouth was blocked, so it was obviously impossible to make a last word, and according to the laws of the Austrian Empire, the prisoner had this right.

The priest removed the rag from Vladimir Wuster's mouth, and the latter immediately shouted: "You damn Hams! You born slaves actually colluded with the Austrians, you all go to hell!"

There was another commotion on the execution platform, and Vladimir Wuster was chopped in the throat by a knife before he shut up.

At this moment, the priest seemed extremely dissatisfied, and he shouted directly, "The prisoner has the right to make a last will before his death, you can't do this!

God will not forgive your atrocities!"

There were legal provisions and God, and the guards and executioners on the side obviously did not dare to confront him.

The priest's brows relaxed slightly, but the executioner had just hit Vladimir Wuster's throat, causing the latter to be unable to shout at this time.

Vladimir Wuster lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood foam, his lips moved but the sound was unclear, and the priest had to get closer.

But the man who was still full of energy just now had a frighteningly low voice at this time, and the priest could only get closer to Vladimir Wuster's mouth.

The executioner on the side had no time to stop him, and the beast bit the priest's ear. The latter screamed in pain and fear, and the people around him swarmed in but it was too late.

Vladimir Wuster directly tore off the priest's ear, and then swallowed it in full view of the public, his face full of pleasure, and he raised his head like a winner.

Facing the next gallows, it was like an ancient warrior who was generously sacrificed. At this time, the public execution had become a joke.

The criminals knew that even the most heinous crimes would only result in death, so when they saw the gentle beast perform so bravely, the most heinous criminals felt happy and boasted about their daily "achievements".

The accomplices also beat their chests and stamped their feet, regretting why they didn't kill more people and do more bad things, which made them despised by their brothers.

And those who had no subjective will and were just forced to cry bitterly, they hated it so much, but no one knew what they hated.