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"Captain! The manor department has been successfully controlled by our department, and although the mood of the serfs is still fluctuating, it is still relatively stable. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "A town militiaman was standing straight in front of Bonaparte and reported.

Bonaparte nodded secretly when he heard the soldier's report: "Well, you have done a good job, the task of your five groups is very important and very difficult, you must pay attention to the emotional changes of the serfs in real time, do not blindly intimidate and threaten, and you should also properly relax their nervous emotions, tell them the charges of Snaro, and provoke their hatred of Snaro." ”

"Yes!" the town militia was about to turn away from Bonaparte when he stopped him.

"You must not push these serfs too hard, it will only backfire. Bonaparte again admonished: "By the way, you will also give me a count of the number of serfs under control in the estate, and I need a detailed number." ”

With that, Bonaparte motioned for the soldier to stand aside, and when the soldier had gone away, Bonaparte was left alone on this section of the wall, where Bonaparte could hear the sound of pain and unbridled laughter from the castle in the distance.

These are the masterpieces of the "redeemers", when a group of wild beasts are released and rush into the sheepfold, they will only burst out with the most primitive beastliness, Bonaparte knows very well what these "redeemers" are doing in the castle, the cries of the women, and the screams of fear of the children, and even the quarrels of the "redeemers" over the treasure, Bonaparte knows that at this moment the castle is a literal hell on earth!

But Bonaparte would not take care of them, and it can even be said that the presumptuous of the "redeemers" is Bonaparte's deliberate indulgence, the fire in the castle is reflected on Bonaparte's face, Bonaparte looks up at the sky, night has begun to fall, and this group of beasts has been raging for most of the day.

Bonaparte touched the stones on the city wall, and turned to look at the town infantry not far away, their expressions were resolute, although they could guess what kind of unbridled and pleasant activities the group of "redeemers" were going on, but they were not envious, they were proud of the red warrior uniform on their bodies, proud of the red shield in their hands, they thought that such unscrupulous was to defile the red color on their bodies!

I saw that the soldiers in charge of their defense and protection were holding shields in place, looking intently at the area they were responsible for guarding, while those soldiers in charge of patrolling were holding short guns in their hands, walking back and forth meticulously, paying attention to the things around them.

Some soldiers even waved their short guns in their hands to say hello when they saw the members of the guards patrolling under the city walls, and this was Bonaparte's proudest army! The prototype of a Roman army! An army that loved honor and loved comrades!

In the open space inside the castle, there are also town militiamen wearing red samurai uniforms, armed with red shields and short guns, patrolling around, and in the center of their patrol circle is a group of disheveled and extremely embarrassed Snaro Castle guards, I saw them honestly squatting on the ground, holding their heads in their hands, and looking up at these soldiers in red samurai uniforms in awe from time to time.

It's not that they don't want to resist, but the dense short guns and neat shields of these town militias form an impregnable barrier in front of them, and the javelins they carry behind them have become the scythe of death that harvests their lives and morale.

"Something's wrong, brothers......" Suddenly a soldier of the "redeemer" ran up to Bonaparte and reported that they had no right to call Bonaparte captain!

Bonaparte frowned, curious to see what difficulties this group of reckless fellows could encounter: "What's the situation?"

"There is a team of family guards of the Snarro family in the castle, they are all dressed in light armor and are very well equipped, they seem to be protecting a child, the brothers have suffered a lot at their hands, and now we just surround them all, but no one has an idea, so I have come to ask you, sir. ”

Bonaparte frowned when he heard the soldier's report, and asked with a smile: "You should all be making a lot of money by now, right?"

"Sir, how can there be?" replied the soldier with a smile as he touched the back of his head, but with his other hand he shoved the silver necklace in his bosom again.

"Okay, don't stuff it, I don't know how much Baron Snaro's family has?" Bonaparte scolded with a smile: "It's good that you forty or so people can take ten percent of the castle, and since you can't grab it, then it's time for me to go up." ”

As he spoke, Bonaparte shouted to the town militia in the open space under the city walls: "You go into the castle in five groups and sweep up the treasures therein, remember! No one is allowed to be left behind, give me this open space to deal with it intensively! You should all know the military law! I don't need to emphasize it again, captain, right? Hurry up!"

After listening to Bonaparte's order, the town militia, who had been guarding the group of guards, quickly divided into five groups and rushed into the castle in one group, while Bonaparte looked at the "redeemer" and ordered: "You go and inform the brothers, just surround the group of family guards for me, and don't rush in easily." ”

Soon the noise of the castle ceased, and only the twenty or so town militiamen were left in and out of the castle, while Bonaparte stood by and watched what the soldiers had brought out of the castle.

It has to be said that the aristocracy of this era was still very rich, and in this short time alone, Bonaparte saw ten boxes of gold coins, twenty-six boxes of silver coins, and more than fifty boxes of copper coins, as well as some ivory, jewelry, aristocratic clothing, books, etc., and of course fine porcelain, which is rumored to have come from across the sea, and is very rare on the mainland.

Soon, all the treasures in the castle were removed, and Bonaparte took a look at them, and in addition to some of the above-mentioned things, there were also some exquisite weapons, but most of these things were flashy, and Bonaparte only ordered the soldiers to put them away for the convenience of the envelopers.

Seeing that the treasures in the castle had been emptied, Bonaparte smiled coldly and commanded one of the town militiamen: "Go and tell the 'redeemers' to sprinkle fire oil on every part of the castle and throw all the things that cause fire on the ground! block all the windows! When all this work is done, quickly withdraw from the castle and leave the people inside." ”

The soldier quickly turned around and ran into the castle after receiving Bonaparte's order, and at that moment the militia of another town also ran to Bonaparte's side and whispered: "Captain! ”

"Well, well, I see, go back and tell the brothers to bring these serfs to me with them!!" commanded Bonaparte.

"Yes!"

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]