The battle was uneventful, with the Poles left behind more than a thousand corpses and hundreds of mules and horses, and only two on the Austrian side were wounded, one was shot through the butt by a stray bullet, and one was somehow provoked by a hen who was pulled through the head by the latter.

Although the Royal Dragoon Regiment in the dock fort did not pursue, the remaining Polish Restoration Army had no chance of escaping.

Albrecht's flanks and the vanguard of Heinau wiped out the remnants of the Polish Restoration Army, taking more than a thousand prisoners, and the rest died in the melee.

Albrecht and Heynau were not as martial as Franz, and both veterans chose to use artillery and rockets to clear the way, and many Poles had no chance of surrendering if they wanted to.

The war was won, but neither Colonel Monta, who was in charge of defending the city, nor Albrecht and Heinau, who were watching the battle, nor Count Stardion, who was sitting in Bem's sit-in from afar.

Franz was also dissatisfied with this battle, because the number of enemies was too small, even less than he expected, and he felt that the effect of training troops was not achieved at all, and they had not yet let them and Albrecht fight "horse bandits" fiercely in the Hungarian steppe.

Tisowski and Dumbowski were glad they were alive, but they were not happy about their defeat and capture.

Burn Pock was unhappy that he hadn't been able to use his talents, and Behm was unhappy that he had failed miserably for not following his advice.

The young butler with the gold-rimmed glasses was unhappy that Franz had "usurped" the eldest lady he had been thinking of, and he was also dissatisfied that he had not been able to kill Franz.

The only one who was satisfied with the status quo was Vikhliu Yałudski, who was glad that his men did not do it, and that his adopted daughter had a leg with the Grand Duke Franz.

This made Vikhliu Yasudski feel that he had earned it, even if he could not become the prime minister of the empire, he would be able to walk sideways in Galicia in the future.

Of course, he was not arrogant enough to think that Franz could marry Celestina, but it was enough honor for ordinary nobles to be a lover.

As soon as Franz left the house, Vikhliu Yałudski approached him.

"Your Highness, are you still" the latter thought about the wording, and after all, he didn't dare to say it too explicitly, "Is it okay?" ”

"Okay." Franz's words were lukewarm.

"What about Celestina?"

"She may need to take a break." Franz's tone remained indifferent.

Vikhliu Yasudsky pouted imperceptibly, and complained inwardly, "Do you need to rest after being tossed by you for so long?" ”

"Your Highness, is there anything I can do for you?"

"I'd like to ask you to call all the residents in the neighborhood."

Franz's words aroused a slight alarm on the part of Vykhliu Yałudski, who heard that the serfs were now rebelling and trying the nobles.

The fact that no one cares about the big thing is obviously backed by a big man, but Vikhliu Yałudski thinks it should be the annoying Count of Stadion.

After all, this highness doesn't seem to be very smart, and he is very indulgent to his subordinates. This kind of person is usually not bad, but he is also not an idealist who will make decisions for the people.

So Vikhliu Yasudski happily agreed, he thought that Franz should want to have a celebration party, so naturally the more people the better, so as to appear to be in a row.

It took only half a day for all the serfs in the Yałudski family to be assembled, and Vikhliu Yałudski deliberately asked the serfs to wear their best clothes, because it would give them more face.

However, when he returned to his manor with the serfs of Shili and Eight Villages, he was dumbfounded, because he didn't know when there would be an extra pair of gallows on the square.

Vikhliu Yasudski could not help but swallow his saliva, he just felt that his throat was burning like a fire and could not speak, while his forehead and back were wet with cold sweat, and in the end only a few words were squeezed out.

"What are you going to do here?"

"Oh, nothing. I just want you to get the people out of the basement. ”

Franz was smiling, but his eyes were fixed on Vikhliu Yałudski, who managed to squeeze a smile from his face that was more ugly than crying.

"You're laughing, I only have food and wine in the basement here, and I can take it all out to reward everyone, as well as my money and land!

I want to see how Celestina is doing, she's my sweetheart."

Vikhliu Yałudski was already panicking, desperate to exchange his wealth for his life, and at the same time did not forget to remind Franz that Miss Celestina was his daughter.

"Colonel Bordeaux, take Mr. Yasudski to meet Miss Celestina."

Bordeaux: "Please come with me." ”

Vikhliu Yałudski entered the room and looked at it only once, and his face was so dead that he almost collapsed to the ground, but was fortunately held up by two guards.

"So can you release the people in the dungeon now?"

Franz deliberately accentuated the word dungeon so that the people around him could hear it clearly, and the atmosphere suddenly became noisy.

The serfs were overjoyed, and the Yasudski family could not have known what was about to happen, but they were imprisoned by Colonel Monta's soldiers.

"No, I don't have a dungeon! I only have food and wine in my basement, and I will give you as much as you want. There really aren't any dungeons."

Vikhliu Yałudski burst into tears as if he had been wronged, but Franz and those around him had long been accustomed to it.

"Mr. Bordeaux, please follow Lakshmi to the dungeon and make sure you get people alive."

"Yes!"

Just then, someone in the crowd shouted, "I know! I know where the dungeon of Yasudski's house is! ”

"I know it too!"

"My brother is dying in the dungeon, please avenge him!"

"My daughter has been locked in a dungeon by these beasts for months, and now her life and death are unknown."

The surrounding villagers immediately became agitated, and at first Vikhliu Yałudsky was still yelling "Liar! You lie! Damn the devil! ”

But soon the voice of the latter was drowned out by the former.

"You're the damn devil!"

"Curse you!"

"Your Highness, I beg you to let him be punished as he deserves!"

"He also colluded with the Polish Restoration Army!"

"That's right! He is a traitor! ”

"He's also driving down food prices."

"Before, grain was smuggled to the Prussians during famine."

The serfs were so encouraged by the fact that four clerks, under the command of Mia Artiace, were frantically recording the crimes of Vikhliu Yałudsky, and soon twelve pages of entries were soon recorded.

It's just that what Franz didn't expect was that the square at his feet was where Vikhliu Yasudski usually buried people.

Franz took a shovel and hit a hard object with just a dozen shovels, which was a human skull.