It's not that Franz hates smart people, it's just that this business wizard is so smart that even if Franz wants to help him get back to China, the latter wants to maximize the value of the former.

Villawise Adani jumped between Franz and the Englishman in the hope of maximizing his profits and being the winner.

A king, or a titular emperor of India, simply could not satisfy his appetite.

The British would not let India be united, and Franz would not let India be united, a unified India is too large to be controlled by a single power.

Returning to the present, Lakshmi Bayi: "Since guerrilla warfare cannot be won, is there any need to persist in it?" ”

Franz took a sip of tea and said: "In the face of the great disparity in the strength of the enemy and the enemy, guerrilla warfare can at least retain a glimmer of hope for victory." ”

Lakshmi Bayi asked again.

"Will you be able to see guerrilla warfare this time?"

Franz and Albrecht looked at each other, and they didn't know it, but they would have liked to see it, and the former wanted to get more land.

The latter wanted to see what Franz called guerrilla warfare and to test whether he could handle it.

However, the reason why the latter is so fearless is mainly because the troops are too sufficient and there is enough margin for error.

At this moment, a reconnaissance cavalry rushed back, saying that it had encountered a situation.

Then he brought a fat man who had lost his soul, who looked to be about forty years of age, with fair skin, two delicate mustaches, his clothes covered with mud and grass clippings, and burnt marks on his head, and his mouth was full of words in Polish.

Franz didn't understand exactly what it was, and speaking too fast seemed to be a local dialect. When the scout captain saw the fat man like this, he raised his hand and gave him two slaps.

Then he scolded sharply: "Say! What did you encounter? ”

After two slaps, the fat man woke up like a dream and knelt on the ground without dignity.

"My lord! Serf! Serfs rebelled! They kill anyone they see! My estate! My servant! My family."

The fat man burst into tears, and the people in the carriage reacted differently, some of them were gearing up, ready to show their skills; Others were worried, for the Krakow uprising had outpaced their estimates; Franz didn't care, he knew what was going on.

"What's your name?"

"Do you ask me? My lord? The fat man was a little puzzled, but by this time he had regained some of his senses, and the young man in front of him knew at a glance that he couldn't afford to provoke that.

"Yes." Franz nodded.

"Iga Skoruvsky."

Franz gave Mia Artières a look, and the latter immediately began to consult the information at hand.

"Mr. Skoruwski, are there any other survivors besides you? We'll do justice to you. ”

"Really? My lord! "Iga Skoruwski had just tried to go over and grab Franz's hand when he was pushed away by Colonel Bordeaux.

"Your Excellency asks you!" Iga Skoruwski was a little confused at this time, he saw that the young man was a lieutenant colonel, and the one who called him "adult" was a colonel, and he was a little confused.

However, there are many young generals in the Austrian Empire, who should be the children of a large family, and it is not uncommon to find some people to help in the army.

Iga Skoruvsky didn't think much about it, and then said: "Also, they are all hiding in Skochuv's cave. ”

Franz: "Good! You take us to them, and then I'll do you justice. ”

Iga Skoruvsky: "Then you need to bring more people"

"How much?" Albrecht stood up and said, tall stature (185cm, 90 kg) and strong aura, after all, he is a senior officer who leads troops all year round.

In particular, the rank of lieutenant general and the rows of medals on his chest almost frightened Iga Skoruwski, a small Polish nobleman, to the ground.

There is no way, after all, it is difficult to meet a colonel at the level of the latter.

With Albrecht as his guarantor, Iga Skoruvski was relieved and returned to their temporary residence with Franz.

A group of people dressed in disarray, some of them in pajamas, were hiding in an abandoned ditch. At this time, Mia Artiaces had already found out about Iga Skoruwski's information, and it was exactly the same as Franz thought, but it was finally confirmed.

The people in the makeshift camp were very excited when they saw Franz and his party, and they shouted one after another.

"There is salvation!"

"Those Diao people are dead!"

"Long live Austria!"

"Give your names."

Colonel Bordeaux's words were cold, so they caused some people to feel uncomfortable, and some people immediately became alarmed.

"What are you going to do?!"

Franz was about to speak, but Mia Artiace took the lead, then lifted the corner of her skirt and said, "I'm sorry, but it's more appropriate for me to do this kind of thing." ”

The former can be trusted with the latter's ability, but Bordeaux always gets into trouble when he's fine.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we can only take stock of our property if we know your name. Although you have suffered heavy losses in the previous rebellion, we can still find a way to deal with land, real estate, bills, and bonds. ”

"Really?!"

The crowd who had been hesitant immediately became enthusiastic and reported their full names one after another, which was surprising.

As the clerk, Mia Artiaces was able to produce a list of the other party's property on the spot, whether it was land, real estate, bonds, or serfs.

The down-and-out nobles immediately thanked Franz and his party, and Franz confirmed the situation with Mia Artière.

"There is only one Mr. Ivan who is not on the list."

"Get him out then."

"I've told him that there are some unclear things about his property registration and that he needs to go to the Bochnia headquarters to confirm it."

Franz gave a thumbs up, and now he was ready to carry out his next plan.

"Gentlemen! Our army will escort you back to your village to get your possessions back! ”

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!"

Outside the village of Mataklo.

The Austrian army met the ranks of the serfs, who were pushing a number of stinking carts.

Iga Skoruvsky, who was far away from some local nobles, began to yell and scream, sometimes shouting that he was going to kill the serfs, and then crying and trying to escape.

Franz was annoyed to hear this, and Bordeaux immediately grabbed Iga Skoruwski by the collar and slammed him into the throat, and immediately all that was left was a whine, and the other guys who were yelling were treated equally.

The ranks of the serfs stopped at a distance of fifty meters from the army, for the latter had already raised their guns, and the former were all lying on the ground, only occasionally pointing at what the cart contained.

Franz had smelled the stench from afar, and it was not unfamiliar to those who had been on the battlefield, it was the smell of corpses.

Looking at the expressions of those surviving nobles, you can know that these thirty cars are all their noble compatriots.

Franz pulled out a long draft

(End of chapter)