Chapter 737
It's not that Franz hates smart people, it's just that this business wizard is too smart. Even if Franz wants to help him restore the country, the latter wants to maximize the value of the former.
Verawise Adani jumped repeatedly between Franz and the British in the hope of maximizing profits and becoming 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. A unified India would be too large to be controlled by one major power.
Back to the present, Lakshmi Pai: "Since guerrilla warfare cannot win the war, is there any need to persist?"
Franz took a sip of tea and said: "When there is a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, 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 him. The former wanted to acquire more land.
The latter wanted to see the horror of guerrilla warfare described by Franz and test whether he could handle it.
However, the main reason why the latter is so confident is that it has sufficient troops and enough room for error.
At this moment, a scout cavalry came back and said they had encountered a situation.
Then they brought a lost fat man. He looked about forty years old, with fair skin and a delicate mustache. His clothes were stained with dirt and grass clippings, and there were burnt marks on his head. He also muttered something in Polish.
Franz couldn't quite understand what it was about, and it seemed to be a local dialect that he spoke too fast. When the detective captain saw the fat man like this, he raised his hand and slapped him twice.
Then he shouted sharply: "Say! What did you encounter?"
After receiving two slaps, the fat man woke up from a dream and knelt on the ground without dignity.
"My lord! The serfs! The serfs have rebelled! They kill everyone on sight! My manor! My servants! My family."
The fat man burst into tears. People in the carriage had different reactions. Some were gearing up and preparing to show off their skills. Some looked worried because the speed of the uprising in Krakow had exceeded their expectations. Franz didn't care. He knew what was happening. What.
"May I have your name?"
"Are you asking me, sir?" The fat man was a little confused, but at this time he had regained some sense, and the young man in front of him knew at a glance that he couldn't afford to offend him.
"Yes." Franz nodded.
"Iga Skorowski."
Franz glanced at Mia Atiles who was standing beside him, 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 seek justice for you."
"Really? Sir!" Just as Iga Skorowski wanted to grab Franz's hand, he was pushed away by Colonel Bordeaux.
"Your Excellency is asking you something!" Iga Skorovski was a little confused at this time. He saw that the young man had the rank of lieutenant colonel, but the person he called "Your Excellency" was actually a colonel, and he suddenly felt a little confused. Not mind.
However, there are many young generals in the Austrian Empire. They should be the children of a certain big family. It is common for them to find some people to help them in the army.
Iga Skorovski didn’t think much, and then said: “Also, they are all hiding in the cave of Skóczów.”
Franz: "Okay! You take us to find them, and then I will give you justice."
Iga Skorowski: "Then you need to bring more people"
"How much?" Albrecht stood up and said. With his tall figure (185cm, 90kg) and strong aura, he was after all a senior officer who led troops all year round.
Especially the rank of lieutenant general and the rows of medals on his chest almost frightened Iga Skorowski, a small Polish nobleman, to the ground.
There was nothing he could do, after all, it was difficult to meet a colonel at the latter level.
With Albrecht as a guarantee, Iga Skorowski felt relieved and took Franz back to the temporary residence of these people.
A group of people dressed in very shabby clothes, some of whom were wearing pajamas, were hiding in an abandoned ditch. At this time, Mia Atiles had also found the information about Iga Skorowski, and it was exactly what Franz thought, but she still had to confirm it one last time.
People in the temporary camp were very excited when they saw Franz and his party, and they all shouted.
"Help!"
"Those unscrupulous people are dead!"
"Long live Austria!"
"State your names."
Colonel Bordeaux's words were very cold, so they caused discomfort to some people, and some people immediately became alert.
"What are you going to do?!"
Just as Franz was about to speak, Mia Atiles stepped in first, then lifted up the hem of her skirt and said, "I'm sorry, but it's more appropriate for me to do this kind of thing."
The latter's ability is trustworthy to the former's, but this guy Bordeaux always causes some trouble when he's not doing anything.
"Everyone, we can only inventory your property if we know your names. Although you have suffered serious losses in the previous rebellion, we can still find ways to deal with things like 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 Artiès 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 in his property registration and he needs to go to 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 they shouted that they wanted to kill the serfs, and the next moment they cried for their fathers and mothers and wanted to escape.
Franz was a little annoyed when he heard this. Bordeaux immediately grabbed Iga Skorowski's collar and punched the latter's throat. Immediately there was only a whine left, and several other chaotic The guy who yelled was treated the same.
The serf team stopped fifty meters away from the army, because the latter had already 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 those 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