(This chapter is a tribute to the 19th-century German literary work The Bloody Judgment)

"Sir! Master! Oh no! Bengt Jung stumbled in.

"What's wrong? Don't you see I'm talking to two adults? "Master Philpt naturally knows what is going on, and he is waiting for those big old men to come over.

Anyway, now that he has the backing of two Prussian government officials, he is not afraid of anything. If you can't get a compensation, then you can press the salary, and you will make a lot of money!

"Mr. Philpter, you don't have to worry about anything, leave everything to us." The forester and the gendarmerie captain glanced at each other. They are also old fritters, and they know very well that officialdom is the same as shopping malls, friends helping friends, and the other is not to stand in the wrong line.

Let them choose between a group of slackers who can't live happily and gentlemen with heads and faces in the place, and the result speaks for itself.

Both of them called their thugs, and usually these flat-headed people would have peed their pants when they saw them.

It's just that when the two came to the door of Master Philpter's house, they found that thousands of people had gathered here, and they looked at each other and hurriedly ordered their men to disperse the "Diao people" in front of the door.

The rangers and gendarmes, who were usually feared by everyone, were now deflated eggplants, and they only dared to curse the weavers outside the iron gate.

Some of the weavers tried to shake the iron gate, and the thugs tried to stop it, but saw that the sticks in the hands of the men retreated.

At this time, the two officials couldn't sit still, and they had to walk to the gate in person to intimidate each other with their majesty.

"Do you know me?" Before Will, the forester, could finish his sentence, his face was covered with something, and he reached out and saw that it was a piece of fresh Xiang.

He immediately became furious, and was about to open his mouth to curse, when another lump went straight into his mouth. The captain of the gendarmerie on the side was also covered with filth at this time, and the two could only flee the scene in embarrassment.

"Master Philpter, these people are so barbaric, and we can't do anything about it! You'd better be blessed! ”

After saying that, the two of them prepared to escape under the escort of a group of thugs, but were stopped by Master Philpter.

"Think of a way to see if we can solve it peacefully."

"A peaceful settlement? Do you think this can be resolved peacefully? In France, some people thought so, but would Robespierre shake hands with others?

I tell you not to act rashly, and beware of them guillotining you! The captain of the gendarmerie snorted coldly.

"So what should I do?" Master Philpt was finally frightened, and hurriedly grabbed his friend, the forest officer, Wilgang.

"How do I know? I'm going to report to the government now that there's a riot here! Let the government send the army to solve it! ”

At that moment the gates of the manor were smashed open by an angry crowd, and the weavers flooded the thugs of Old Philput's house in an instant.

Looking at the surging crowd, Master Philpt pushed his friend Wilgang away, leaving him behind and being swallowed by the crowd.

"I'm Forest Officer Wilgang! You can't hit me! I'm a Prussian official! Can't hit me! ”

Will was just struggling when a childish and clear voice asked.

"Forester Will Gang, right?"

"That's right! It's me, tell them who I am! What will happen to me if I hit it! ”

Forest Officer Will just yelled desperately as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

A young hand reached out to him, but instead of help, Will was waiting for a sharpened stick that pierced into his eye.

"Oh my God! What are you doing! Will instinctively pushed the girl away, who quickly disengaged and kicked the wooden handle that was still exposed.

The stick went straight into his brain, and Will just stared at the other eye, twitching like a dead fish.

"You owe it to us."

Without hesitation, Rabi stomped on the stick, which had barely sunk into the forester's eye socket, and pinned it firmly to the ground.

Will Gang's vision gradually dimmed, he couldn't think of who the girl in front of him was, and the "debt" he owed seemed to be a little too much.

After that, no one cared about the creature lying on the ground, and stepped over his corpse.

People were frantically destroying and robbing everything in sight, and Lord Philpt was so frightened that he was dragged out from under his bed and hung on the beams of his mansion.

The people demanded that the demon be burned, and Lord Philpt wept and begged the weavers for forgiveness.

"Burn this vampire!"

"Burn him!"

"I heard that he only eats beef loin, and he will feed the rest to the dogs and give it to us!"

"Damn it, what a demon!"

"Burn him!"

"I didn't! Leave me alone! For the merciful Lord's sake! I swear that I will double your wages in the future, and I will pay you for lost time, and I will not fire the weavers in the future! Please, I have an eighty-year-old grandmother and a three-year-old son! ”

"What you say is true?!"

"I promise God! If I lie, I will not die a good death, and I will never be able to turn over in hell after death! ”

Suddenly, the wind blew and the clouds in the sky formed a whirlpool, as if they were about to swallow up the world, but the weavers still chose to believe Master Philput.

On the third day, the weavers gathered in front of Old Man Philput's house and waited for the payment of compensation.

However, instead of gold coins, bullets were waiting.

Suddenly, the sirens sounded, and to the sound of melodious military music, the Prussian soldiers appeared neatly in front of the weavers to the beat of drums.

These Prussian soldiers came by train, their task was to destroy all the "thugs", the weavers did not understand why, and the officer at the head did not bother to explain, he directly gave the order to shoot.

Rows of tongues of fire erupted from the muzzles of the black holes, and the bullets struck the already weak weavers, who collapsed in pools of blood without even much struggle.

Some people clutched their chests and spun around twice before they dared to fall to the ground, while others slowly slid to the ground against the wall.

Of course, the soldiers did not see all this at this time, they were shrouded in smoke after the shooting. The soldiers mechanically reloaded their ammunition and then raised their guns again against the weavers.

Someone tried to fight back with stones, but in vain, another volley of gunfire rang out, and the crowd finally collapsed.

At this time the head officer ordered.

"Get on the bayonet, charge!"

There was no doubt that this was a great victory for the Prussian army, and the weavers were so beaten that the spies sent by the British had not had time to react, and the meeting of the Polish Restoration Army was not yet over.

Although the Silesian uprising was ten times as numerous as it was in history, it was successfully suppressed in just five days due to the Prussian government's increased control over the region.

Two people paid for the weavers' tickets and compensated several weavers for their losses. This allowed him to reconcile with the weavers to a certain extent, so the Prussian government only sentenced the weavers to hard labor and caning.

Franz also intervened in the matter immediately after the incident, and he directly sent someone to bribe the Prussian official in charge of the matter.

The latter readily agreed, and at any rate in hard labor, both in Austria and in Prussia.

(End of chapter)