Chapter 750 The gangster eats the gangster
Anyone with some military knowledge would not try to rely on militiamen to attack targets hundreds of kilometers away.
In fact, this kind of dementia-like resolution is impossible to pass under normal circumstances, but who said that this is an extraordinary period?
Landry Prome may not be a good person, but there is no problem with his ability. It is indeed not easy to bring such a loose organization to where it is today.
At least he is much stronger than the people in front of him who only rely on the strength of their numbers to force Bem to send troops, but this does not mean that Landry Prome is really smart.
In Pest at night, street lights are not yet common, which saved the life of the man in the trench coat. Magyar riders carried torches and hounds, searching for traces of prey in the city.
Little did they know that the cunning prey had jumped into the waterway in the city, while the Magyar nobles on the other side of the city were still cleaning up their trophies.
There were four carts full of gold, silver, currency and jewelry. No wonder four tall draft horses were used to transport them. This amount of money can almost be worth an entire year's tax in Hungary. For ordinary nobles, it is a wealth that is impossible to possess in a lifetime.
Some people in the room were staring at the gold in front of them with greed, while others were staring at their companions with ferocious looks in their eyes.
A burst of gunfire rang out, followed by the sound of swords piercing flesh and miserable howls that didn't sound like human voices.
In the end, only one person came out. As soon as the door closed, his body slid to the ground against the door. The tense nerves and intense exercise made his throat feel thirsty, and his throat kept mumbling.
The man put his hand into his coat pocket and fumbled around, and after a while he took out a pocket watch.
With a clear "click" sound, the pocket watch was opened, but inside was not a photo of a young girl, but a middle-aged man with a beard.
The man's breathing gradually became calmer and his voice became clearer.
"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 no one could escape from the territory surrounding them.
The blockade of waterways is much easier than that of land. After all, there are only two docks in the whole city, and there are many more land passages.
In the dead of night, Landry Prome had thrown away the water-soaked windbreaker and randomly stole a sheet to wrap it around him.
He never expected that the Magyars would actually attack the enemy. They should obviously be strategically allies, but they would attack him, the leader of the Polish uprising, which was simply unreasonable.
Landry Prome's heart ached when he thought of those carts of gold, silver and jewelry. There was nothing to feel sorry for those foolish and loyal men. After all, they would have to be dealt with sooner or later.
Landry Prome was walking and found a fire. His body was soaked in water for several hours and he naturally approached the fire.
The homeless man surrounding the fire said nothing, but moved aside to make room.
A group of homeless people came together naturally.
"Do you want to have a family?"
Dorobich, Yasusky 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.
It would be okay if he just traveled through time, but Franz has been in this world for more than ten years, and there is no feeling of novelty at all.
Vihliu Yasusky did have some novel ways of playing, but he really didn’t dare to show them in front of Franz. After all, the former never understood the latter’s thoughts.
Vihlyu Yasusky really couldn't do such a thing by taking the initiative to provide evidence.
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 number one contributor to Poland's restoration.
Franz brought only cavalry, no artillery or heavy weapons. Krakow's previous reply stated that 100,000 troops were already rushing to Dorobich, and Vihlyu Yasusky really couldn't think of the possibility of losing.
So he tried his best every day to keep Franz and his people, no matter how high the price was, it was worth it, but those programs were really lackluster.
The scariest thing is that Franz has to pretend to be happy every day. After all, it would be bad if the other party finds out.
Playboys come to the countryside to experience life. In addition to singing and dancing every day, they chase chickens and dogs with shotguns. Although Franz was not very happy, his entourage was having a great time.
Even Mia Atiles, who usually seems steady, has begun to learn to hunt Count Yasusky's chickens with a gun.
To be honest, everyone in the Royal Dragoons was a playboy before, but now they have unleashed their instincts and hunted all the hunting grounds of the Yasusky family.
Later, they could only hunt livestock. When the livestock were gone, they could only hunt poultry.
But the real catastrophe for the Yasusky 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, and a little salt as an adjustment.
This kind of catering, coupled with the huge amount of food, is simply unaffordable for ordinary farmers, who even eat better than those noble cavalry.
Fortunately it was autumn, otherwise these thousands of tall horses would have eaten Yasusky alive.
Bordeaux was still the same, patrolling Franz's surroundings like a machine every day.
Apart from being larger than ordinary Polish noble manors and having stronger defenses, there seems to be nothing special about the Yasuski Manor.
But if I must say it, Franz felt that the number of servants here was seriously insufficient. Of course, this is also related to too many visitors. After all, who would receive thousands of visitors at once?
As for Miss Celestina, although she has a good face, she is really not good at seducing men.
His excited heart, trembling hands, somewhat reluctant eyes, and an expression ready to sacrifice generously at any time, almost engraved the words "I am a novice" on his face.
Fortunately, Franz is pretty good at practicing this kind of thing.
The two parties have maintained a relationship that is neither awkward nor awkward, but the biggest problem for Franz is the aftermath.
This Miss Celestina was also obviously a member of the Polish Zionist Army, and if not, then certainly a Zionist.
But she can't be blamed. After all, her adoptive father is Wihliu Jassuski, a major financial backer of the Polish Restoration Army. It's hard not to be affected by his preconceptions.
And after these days of investigation, it is basically certain that Celestina is Adjani's daughter.
With this kind of relationship, it will be even more troublesome to deal with. As for how Celestina became the adopted daughter of Vihliu Yasusky, one can only ask Adjani's unreliable friend.
According to Vihliu Yasusky, he picked up Celestina at the door of the church. Such vulgar plots in novels are unlikely in reality.