As William had thought before, they had completely lost their organization, and only a handful of diehards were fighting against them without organization. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But these guys were quickly suppressed.

Or a volley of artillery, or a random shot to death. The butts of the rifles of the ten or twenty times more soldiers who rushed up were knocked to the ground, and then a bayonet stabbed into rotten flesh.

All in all, very easy, very relaxed...... As the army progressed, and as the so-called generals and so-called high-ranking members of the Continental Army were arrested, the rebellion finally came to an end.

In this way, one news after another continued to reach William, and one herald after another came and went in front of William like a marquee.

However, it was clear that all they had sent was good news, but William didn't seem happy. He just looked calm and didn't say a word. No one knows what's going on in his mind.

It wasn't until the next moment, when a herald came with such news, that William breathed a sigh of relief.

"Report, Your Highness, the commander-in-chief of the enemy army, George, has been caught!"

"......" After this, William smiled: "Did you catch it?" ”

"Yes, we found the guy in a basement where he was hiding, and at first the guy wanted to deny it, but after a few punches, he told the truth. ”

"Is that clear?" asked William.

"The comparison has been made through oil paintings, and in addition to this, the prisoners who knew him have been recognized. The initial confirmation is not wrong, it is him. ”

"Yes. William's smile widened again, and finally the whole person relaxed: "Finally, this war is over." ”

Yes, although the war was formally over at the time of the previous peace treaties with Visigoths and Asturias. But it was only after Mr. George was captured that the war was "de facto over."

"Hmph, hehe. Hehehehehehe......"

I thought that I had been fighting in the New World for nearly a year, and after that, I had finally done my best. William was in a good mood and finally couldn't help laughing.

"Your Highness, do you want to make arrangements?" the officers beside him immediately asked amusefully, seeing William so happy.

"Arrangement, arrangement?" asked William.

"Arrange to meet that Mr. George. The officer replied as a matter of course.

"Yes, the question is, why should I meet him?" asked William.

"......" for a moment, the officer didn't know how to answer.

"Show off, show off, show off, humiliate or let the other person how? Well, think about it, or this guy works to me? can we take advantage of this guy?"

William gave several reasons in one breath, all in a questioning tone. But, of course, these are not so much reasons as mockery.

"So, I have no reason to see this guy. This guy is useless to me. After saying such words in a very desperate manner, William lost the idea of continuing. I feel a little boring. After this, he shook his head, and said:

"Forget it, so be it. Hang that guy on a street lamp and then we can go back to the Old World. ”

Speaking of which, William and his White Army have also been adrift outside for a year. William was more or less homesick.

It's just that, after hearing his order, the people around him are a little overwhelmed.

"What's the matter, these guys?" asked William.

"That, Your Highness. One officer replied, "There doesn't seem to be any street lamps here......

Indeed, if it is a city with better equipment, sound facilities and better administrative capacity, then it is understandable that there are kerosene lamps on both sides of the road. But now, in Saratoga, deep in the interior of the colony, if you can see street lamps or something, there are ghosts.

So, this made William feel very disappointed. One of his bad tastes, and one of his expectations for this war.

In a sense, the reason why His Royal Highness the cynical prince took a break and traveled thousands of miles to the New World to participate in a war that had nothing to do with him was to watch the pleasant scene of the Great Revolution and the Ming family hanging street lamps.

Now that he can't see this, William naturally feels very unhappy. It can even be said that he can't see this, which means that he has been in the New World for more than a year in vain.

Naturally, this was difficult for William to accept.

"Then ...... Help the people of Saratoga build their infrastructure. William then said.

"Engaging in infrastructure ......"

Hearing William say this, the officers around him thought for a moment, and then understood. Although it is a little strange why William did this. But as a soldier, obeying orders is the most deserved. And as a subordinate of the prince, it is even more appropriate to speculate on the intentions.

So they immediately showed a look of sudden realization. And then I was busy with infrastructure construction.

“...... Bad taste. Beside William, Victoria, who had never said anything before, commented. But even so, she had no intention of stopping it.

"Is that really all right?" asked Victoria's thinkers and officers, who belonged to Breton, "what if...... It's better to go through a series of trials and then ......"

"There's no need to be so troublesome. Victoria replied: "For the rebels, hanging is a fitting punishment." But ......" Speaking of this, she looked at William: "In comparison, it is more appropriate for our army to accept this matter, don't you think so?"

"Definitely. William nodded. Although it is a pity that I can't dispose of it myself, it is also a gratifying thing to see the lobster soldiers in red military uniforms come to hang Mr. George on the street lamp.

In this way, under the influence of William's bad taste, the happy news happened, and in the city of Saratoga, where the fighting had not completely subsided, the officers and soldiers of the White Regiment were busy building the "infrastructure" for Saratoga.

They obtained enough timber from the demolished houses, and then the engineering technology of the engineer army was used to build simple street lamps. After that, the foundation is dug and erected. Then I watched those lobster soldiers escort the generals of the Continental Army who were all and pee, as well as the members of the Continental Congress, and "hang" them on the street lamps.

Although the so-called American Republic is just a grass platform, officials, congressmen, high-ranking military officers and generals from all walks of life can still pull out hundreds of them.

So the White Legion stuck the telephone poles on the ground all the way, and then the lobster soldiers of Briton hung up those officials, parliamentarians, senior officers and generals one after another, with a clear division of labor and obvious intentions. Very, very pleasant.

That's it, and in the end, William gave Mr. George a ride. By the way, I watched it with some curiosity.

The results were a bit disappointing. This guy who boasted so much in the previous world seemed to be no different from ordinary people. There were no miracles like the crucifixion of Jesus, nor was there any fearlessness like some disadvantage.

In the face of death, he was also trembling, and he also wanted to cry out for help and beg for mercy. And after being hung on a street lamp, this guy will also struggle desperately, then tighten more and more, and finally spit out the old tongue, incontinence, making him look like a dead dog.

After this, William was silent.

The imaginary pleasure did not appear, but was replaced by endless loss, and the indescribable feeling of sadness of the dead rabbit and fox.

Because William changed the direction of "history", no one knows what a great existence this guy is now hanging from the street lamp. In a sense, his status and historical status are by no means inferior to that of the current William.

And it was such a great, high-status guy, but he died here in obscurity, hanged by a group of mud-legged soldiers on the street lamp.

"It's terrible. William couldn't help but think to himself. He regretted it for a while: "I should have given him a more decent way to die." ”

But of course, for now, William would never change what he said. Because he doesn't want to punch himself in the face.

Now that this guy has been hanged, then he can continue to hang there. Let the crow peck out his eyes, let the wind dry his corpse, let the sun and rain it, and then scatter it. In the end, it was blown away by the wind and I don't know where to go.

All he had to do was leave William with the most, most profound, most profound warning.

The warning is absolutely, never fail.

It's not the warm Middle Ages anymore. The "game" of kings, nobles was kept within a certain range. Even if it's hostile to each other, it's not too much......

For example, now, if a line is wrong and fails, then the result will definitely not be much better than this guy hanging on the street lamp now.

"That's it, I can't afford to fail. For myself, for the people I love, for my father, and for my family. Maybe I'll hang more bastards on the streetlights in the future, but I'll never be one of them. Even if one day, I'm cornered......"

Thinking of this, William clenched the hilt of his sword: "Even if there really is a day, I will definitely be more decent than him." ”

Thinking so in his heart, William breathed a sigh of relief, and the previous depression of the rabbit and the fox was finally swept away, and he also smiled again......