Mayor Hess walked away with worry and fear for the future.

Sean met with a dozen or so other residents of the town, all describing similar situations.

Of course, there are also people who are very unkind to Sean, saying that when the rebels arrived, Mayor Hess first expressed his submission to the rebels, and tried his best to get the residents to donate money.

This did not surprise Sean, and under the power of the town, Mayor Hess chose to surrender.

With these circumstances in hand, Sean had a plan in his mind. He gathered all the old people over fifty years old in the town, and then announced that the terra nullius would be distributed according to the capitation.

The land originally belonged to the town's wealthy people, who did not escape and died at the hands of the rebels.

These people's land is enough for the townspeople to get food and clothing, as for the land of the church and nobles, Sean let them cultivate freely in the name of letting the townspeople manage it, anyway, the church and René family have no time to care about it now.

In his heart, he was eager to get rid of the land of the privileged, but he feared that if peace was restored in the future, it would bring harm to the local population. After all, he was a Genoese.

Sean also distributed the rebels' stock of food on a per capita basis, so that they could survive a difficult period in the future. For some sick residents, Sean asked the military doctor to treat them for free.

The situation between the military and the people is a great magic weapon.

Sean's measures are simple and effective.

Seven days later, the residents, who were still on the sidelines, finally picked up their wives or daughters, who had fled to the mountains.

Seeing these suddenly extra women, Sean knew that he could finally feel comfortable using this place as his forward base.

The inhabitants, who had been given land and food, readily agreed to build a small bastion for the Genoese on the site of the church, using the bricks and stones left over from the collapse of the church.

In this regard, Sean has a very simple and clear judgment:

"Lieutenant Frank, this is our civilian. Their demands are simple, even if there is only a little respite, they will endure it silently. If you give them a little more hope, they will burst into enthusiasm. ”

Frank was deeply touched by this vivid case:

"But you can't change a city, a province, or a country. ”

"But after all, I changed the fate of a small town and a small number of people. Sean said.

"Like you did in Vichy, although I haven't been there, I've heard from soldiers from Vichy that it's now prosperous and wealthy. Frank Road.

"No, no, Vichy is far from prosperous and rich, but the future is promising. If we enlarge the town of Vichy, how can a city, or even a province, not have a promising future? The rulers only focus on the taxes that can be collected, and ignore the source and soil from which they are produced, and if the land is rich, the taxes will naturally increase exponentially. Sean said, "You and I both know what the resistance comes from. If that Graham hadn't been so greedy for money, we wouldn't have been able to gain a foothold here, and the inhabitants would have treated us as enemies. It's like having a sore on your body, if you don't cut it off with a knife, you will kill yourself sooner or later, but it's really hard to use a knife on yourself. ”

"Commander, are you in favor of a 1/20 tax?" asked Frank.

"Not only that, but I advocate leviing it on all people on the basis of income. Sean said, "Of course, other taxes should be abolished or reduced." ”

"As you say, it's cutting sores. Frank scoffed at this.

The conversation between the two ended at this point, Frank instinctively put himself in the shoes of his own class, and although he was not lacking in sympathy for the commoners, he could not convince even his own family, let alone the entire privileged class of the Empire.

Sean left the 1st Company in the town of Morillo, which had lost more than half of its losses in the battle to exterminate the werewolves, and had replenished a large number of new recruits, with very limited combat effectiveness.

The company commander of the 1st Company explained many precautions, and Sean gave many tips and warnings in person.

Sean gathered all the elders of the townspeople together and publicly announced some of his military regulations.

For example, speak kindly, buy and sell fairly, and don't take a stitch from the townspeople, etc.

Sean allows residents to send someone to report directly to him if they feel they are being bullied.

Taking Morillo as an example, Sean gathered all the officers and non-commissioned officers and made a speech entitled "Who is our enemy and who is our friend", in which he analyzed the situation and the current situation in detail, so that all officers and soldiers could distinguish between friend and foe, and the necessity of maintaining military discipline, and that the support of the local population must be obtained on the march to Guineapoli, otherwise the Civil Defense Force would be no different from those rebels.

This speech, of course, is not too in-depth. Sean didn't dare.

The theme is "let civilians live in peace", and the words are very plain and simple, most of his soldiers are from poor families, and quite a few of them have been victims of Shaun's relief.

The day after the speech, the Genoese Civil Defence left the 1st Company in Morillo to march into the depths of Guineapoli.

Their detachment was almost out of sight of the warring parties, and it was only in a week that they wiped out five rebel armies in a row, which attracted the attention of the rebels.

Everywhere he went, the Genoese Civil Protection did what Morillo had done, and the rebels fought the tyrants to give Sean a chance.

It was fast forward to mid-November 1831, the weather was getting colder and colder, and the Civil Defense Army finally received the winter supplies, and Sean was relieved to see the soldiers put on warm winter uniforms.

The Genoese Civil Protection met the first Guineapoli city, Moorish City.

The city had fallen to the rebels a month earlier, with CDF scouts and patrols on the outskirts of the city, and after a brief exchange of fire, they retreated.

The rebels did not know the strength of their opponents, but they were very surprised by the sudden appearance of an armed force outside the city, and hurriedly sent a company out of the city to search for it.

Wells ordered the 2nd Company to confront the opponent head-on, and while the two sides exchanged fire, the cavalry suddenly attacked the opponent from behind, and the opponent immediately collapsed. Wells tried to take advantage of the opportunity to capture Moore, but the rebels did not give Wells a chance, and the gates were closed early, and the city was overwhelmed, leaving him in vain.

It was a city with high walls, the wide Moore River flowing at its feet, and the city walls and the river became the rebels' greatest reliance.

The Genoese Civil Protection encountered the attack on the city for the first time, and although it had been expected, Sean did not have much confidence.

If the assault may be able to break in, but the Civil Defense will definitely suffer heavy losses, and if the rebel commander defending the city is smarter, once the city is broken, he will start a street battle with the Civil Defense Army, which will definitely cause heavy casualties to the Civil Defense Army, which is unacceptable to Sean.

It is probably human instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and Sean feels that he does not have the ability to achieve success in one go.

Of course, intelligence showed that the rebels numbered only about 1,000 men, and they did not dare to go out of the city to seek a field battle, but they occupied a city and had enough resources to feed the army.

In addition to the losses that Sean would face in the storm, he was also worried that the rebels would have reinforcements.

At this time, Sean's garrison was on the opposite side of Moore, and on the south side of Moore City was an open embankment, docks, shops, and warehouses, and the rebels had built countless temporary ramparts, and the other three sides were tall walls.

The Moore River is wide and strong in winter, and even if you can collect boats to cross the river, you have to withstand fire from the opposite side and there are fortifications to cover it.

Easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Sappers pulled up several chains on the surface of the river to cut off the entry and exit of ships, especially for possible attacks downstream.

Sean rode his horse and stood by the river, holding a telescope and looking across the bank.

The war horse under the crotch stepped on the weeds in place, and the winter climate here seemed to make this war horse from northern Xinjiang feel comfortable.

The cannon could reach the opposite bank, but the tall embankment looked quite strong.

The guide told Sean that the Moore River was flooded frequently, so the embankment here was excellent.

If you bombard the opposite bank with artillery, in addition to wasting shells, the effect will not be great, and the rebel soldiers will not suffer much damage at all by hiding on the other side of the embankment.

It's a tough nut to crack. By this time, Sean had already received a handwritten letter from General Schmidt.

The general finally remembered the Genoese Civil Guard, and he ordered Sean to arrive outside Daguerre by November 30, and to take Moore before that.

In the letter, General Schmidt reversed his previous indifference and praised the Genoese Civil Guard, saying that it was a brave and useful division, and that he hoped to hear the good news as soon as possible.

Sean maliciously speculated that General Schmidt must be in trouble.

He had about half a month left for himself, and he had to take Moore City, because Daguerre was right downstream of the Moore River, where it joined the Longjiang River. Otherwise, Moore City will become a thorn in the back of the counterinsurgency, and when the time comes, someone will hold Sean accountable.

In the evening, the staff officer, Second Lieutenant Woodley, walked out of the camp.

He was one of the officers on duty tonight, and his most important duty was to inspect the arrangements for the night sentry.

There was a wind tonight, and the cold wind took away the heat from the air, and as a southern Poitu man, the climate here made him a little uncomfortable, but fortunately, the nickname coat on his body was warm enough, especially when the collar was up.

When the military coat was issued, a fur collar was also issued, which could be buttoned to the collar and felt very warm.

Second Lieutenant Woodley patrolled along a fixed route, and there were both open and dark posts at the outposts, as well as mobile posts, and passwords were required when encountering suspicious people.

Unlike most officers and soldiers, Ensign Woodley was a junior clerk in a business firm more than half a year ago, until his boss fired him for poor management. It was the time of the earthquake and the subsequent tsunami, and the homeless people were everywhere, and Woodley, who was shy, had to go to Vichy to eat.

Because of his literacy and hyphenation, his experience in a business bank gave him a certain amount of management experience, so he also became a small leader. When the viscount recruited soldiers, he did not hesitate to sign up, half because of the kindness, half because of the good treatment of the Civil Defense Forces, yes, he went for the position of officer.

Although joining the army is a high-risk profession, with Viscount Mingzhu in front of him, he also wants to make a name for himself in the army.

Now he is a second lieutenant, and he thinks he is worthy of that salary and the trust and cultivation of the Viscount.

Any CDF officer or soldier who had ever begged in Vichy was still accustomed to calling Sean his title in private, and regarded himself as the best person to maintain the viscount's authority. Of course, this circle is very large, including almost the vast majority of the Civil Defense Forces.

There was no money in the army except for smoking, and Ensign Woodley had saved a lot of money, and he wondered if he should write a letter to the girl he had always been unrequited about to show his heart.

Thinking about these thoughts, Second Lieutenant Woodley suddenly found himself out of the range of the defensive line, and in front of him was a field of black holes, and he quickly turned around and walked back.

Suddenly there was a man standing behind him, who seemed to have been there all night. Woodley quickly placed his hand on the pistol at his waist.

"I advise you not to act rashly. The man stepped forward with his feet up, and in an instant he was in front of him.

The man wore a wide cloak with a high collar over his black coat, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes in the night light, and a pistol pointed at Woodley.

Woodley is also a bold man, but the other party's eyes seem to have lost the heat of his whole body, and the hand on the holster weighs a thousand pounds.

He bet that if he made the slightest move, the other party would not hesitate to shoot.

The wind was stronger, howling into Woodley's collar, and his whole body was cold.

"Does Sean Connery know each other?" the mysterious man said again.

"When...... While...... Of course!" Woodley stammered.

"What would you do if I wanted to kill him now?" asked the man again.

"I'll try to stop you. "But even if you kill me, you won't be able to escape the sentry's eyes." And just by shooting, you will be rounded up by the army. ”

"Haha. The man chuckled, "Don't be nervous, ensign, right? if I'm not mistaken about your rank." ”

"Sir, what do you want to do? If you are an assassin or a spy, I advise you to turn yourself in. Woodley asked, "We, the Genoese Civil Guard, give preferential treatment to the prisoners." ”

"I'm curious, what do you mean by 'preferential treatment of prisoners'?" the visitor asked.

"If there is evidence that he has not committed any misdeeds, we will give him a minimum of the humanity and dignity of a soldier, who will use his labor to obtain food and have the right to correspond with his family until the end of the war. Woodley Road.

Only then did he notice that under the other party's sharp eyes was a terrible scar, it was simply a devil.

"Well, very good treatment. But I just wanted to greet Viscount Connelly through you and provide a piece of information by the way. ”

"What information?" Woodley asked.

"That professor in Daguerre has prepared a vigilante group pretending to surrender to you, and you told him to be especially careful. ”

"Who are you?"

"I'm a philosopher. ”

As a staff officer, Woodley instinctively pondered the authenticity of this piece of information in the mouth of the comer, and when he looked up again, the figure of the other party had disappeared, as if he had never been there.

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