Crossing the Continent in the Eighteenth Century

The night would probably be spent in such a warm way, but at around eight o'clock in the evening, the noisy Polish hussars were finally hungry, and they came out to get something to eat.

Not long after, a panicked scream of a woman caught the attention of the entire camp. That scream was very familiar, and I heard it a lot today after the day's fighting.Immediately afterwards, there were a lot of rampant shouts from the Polish camp. The voices were different, but the meaning was roughly similar. "If you want to eat, you can! Let us xoxo you to talk."

I walked out of the tent in surprise, and sent Leon to check on Felicia, and happened to run into Assassin who came back, and I asked, "Why is there so much commotion over there?"

"Didn't you interrupt what they didn't finish at noon, so let's continue now." Assassin smiled and said the situation under her surveillance.

A few Polish noble ladies who were unwilling to endure hunger and a few noble ladies and young people broke into the place where the Poles were eating. They first announced their own house, then demanded reasonable treatment, and then cursed at the group Poles, and then...

Some Polish aristocrats have long held back their anger. In addition, those pro-Russian Polish aristocrats who were defeated by Rome have no chassis and no troops. What ransom, the Polish nobles who follow us don't have to be afraid of them at all.

And then, there is no then.

Those Polish nobles have never touched a woman for a long time. Now there is a group of beautiful and noble ladies who have never played with them. After playing with them, they are not afraid of being responsible. There is no reason not to do it.

The two camps are separated by a carriage, but the distance is only tens of meters, one is like heaven, the other is like hell, and life is happier because of the strong and obvious contrast!

I gritted my teeth and didn't send anyone to stop them. What makes people laugh and cry is that those Polish nobles are happy with themselves, and they sent me two noble ladies with their clothes pulled out, and they were still thirteen or fourteen years old. That kind!

I gave a few gold and silver utensils to the Polish nobles who sent them over, and I took over the two.Putting my cloak on two terrified little girls, I handed them both off to where the captives were.

At ten o'clock, I went to check on Felicia. This girl seemed to have known what was going to happen, she covered her head and fell to the ground, turning a deaf ear to the outside world.It seems like my worries were unfounded.

After eleven o'clock, the obscenities from the Poles finally subsided, but what followed was the sound of women choking and crying in the cold wind.

The distance of tens of meters is enough for the captives on our side to see how miserable the women captives on the other side are. Many of them endured the pain in their lower body and picked up the leftovers on the ground and put them into their mouths while crying. Obviously, he didn't come back to his senses. The food that was thrown in front of him was robbed and nothing could be done, and the instigator, the Polish, had already pulled up his pants and gone to bed.

The nightmare of the captives is just beginning, but that's none of my business, and I don't want to.

I sent someone to ask the prisoners we took into account about their origins, where they lived, and where the head of the family was. After learning that most of them went out with the Russians, I assured the frightened Poles that I would Send them back to where they will be safe, Kiev.

"Really? Is it true?"

"Oh, God!!!"

The Poles who were guaranteed wept with joy, and many embraced each other excitedly, then knelt on the ground and prayed to God before the army set off.

"Your Highness, those Poles are very fond of you. They are praying for you and praying to God for your health. Even if you want to have some special relationship with the daughters and wives of those Polish nobles, I think they I will never reject you." Assassin who accompanied him laughed.

The captives on the other side were also praying to God, but the content was different. They prayed to God to help them end this nightmare quickly.It’s just that their nightmare didn’t end there. Those Poles divided up the spoils roughly. As for the captives, they agreed that they would take them back to the south and sell them. Beautiful women would be sold as prostitutes, and others would be sold as serfs. Killed a hundred.

Dozens of heads fell to the ground, and the army moved out again, but the Poles went to a farther ferry, and we headed south.After traveling less than a few kilometers, we arrived at a village. After asking the locals, we learned that it was called Balahi.

"Are there any serfs around here?" I asked the representative of the village, claiming to be the head of the village.

The village head, who showed a smile uglier than crying and said that he welcomes us, replied with a bitter face: "Yes."

"lead the way."

In other words, shouldn't those serfs just take advantage of the war and run away?

It was a bit different from what I imagined. After the village chief took us to a farm, three or four big men wielding sticks and machetes appeared as soon as he called out.These big men walked into a large room that was similar to a stable or thatched hut, and after a while, they drove out hundreds of people with sloppy clothes, thin skin and yellow skin, and they were obviously chronically malnourished.The people who were kicked out included men, women, and children. They made clinking noises as they walked. Looking carefully, it turned out that their feet were all chained.

They work hard, wear anklets, and can’t get enough to eat all year round. No wonder Russia, which later annexed Poland, once Lenin ascended the heights, countless stupid and strong people ran out to work hard.

"Who do these serfs belong to now?" I asked the village chief with a smile.

The village head was sweating profusely, and I smiled and reminded: "This question is difficult to answer. Whoever made those nobles who followed the Russians to fight against Rome are no longer the masters of this place, but I can't find anyone to maintain the rule here. It's really difficult." ah!"

The village head approached with a stern face, very philistine: "My lord, I have great loyalty to Rome, do you know that I am qualified for this duty?"

A takeover without Roman recognition would have been illegal, and illegality meant hanging.I have always believed that loyalty, like love, is a truth made. Since the village chief said he was loyal to the empire, well, all the serfs he took over and half of the village’s grain were transported to Rome’s camp in Kiev. There he received imperial recognition of his land.

The village chief hesitated. In order to strengthen his belief, I took him to see the group of Polish nobles I had captured, and hinted to him that Kiev was already in Roman hands, and this land would be permanently controlled by Rome.If you miss this opportunity for ** to become tall, rich and handsome, then you will spend the rest of your life as a village chief who collects rent for others and only obeys others' lives.

Perhaps it was the memory of being a dog for the Polish nobles that stimulated the village head, and he immediately started. This man was obviously a big snake under the local nobles, but after a while, the carriage and serfs loaded with grain were ready to go.Tell him that we will come back to check the procedures in his hand after a while, and I set off for the next village.

Before dark, I visited five villages where similar things happened.The Polish nobles fled and collected rent for them in the past, and the middle-level doves who managed the serfs occupied the magpie's nest. In order to obtain legal recognition, these people all chose to give it a try.These people may not necessarily bring out half of the food and all the serfs, but someone transported food and serfs for us for free, and those prices are still acceptable. Most importantly, the captured Polish nobles saw this scene.

In the camp, I handed over the characteristics of the legal documents acknowledging the local takeover to four guards, who were sent as messengers to Kiev.

After I finished, Assassin came from outside, she was in a good mood: "Your Highness, you are lucky, some pretty Polish ladies are dressing up, as if they want to talk to you about life in private , talk about ideals."

At night, when I was patrolling the camp and greeted those noble ladies by the way, Polish noble ladies kept appearing and invited me to go to a place where there were few people and talk.Sure enough, these people had a little makeup on. It was hard to imagine that they could still get toiletry items under such a captive situation.Those noble ladies have pretty faces, but they may be inexperienced in seducing people, and their methods are very contrived, but other people would still be interested in getting them into bed.Lie together and poke your butt, take turns to play, and give some preferential treatment for food and drink after work.However, I secretly changed the concept of what happened in the village to these noble ladies, and as a result, one or two of them changed their faces drastically, and for a while they lost their mind to seduce me.

"How can you do this!"

"Too hateful, those hateful dogs!"

"You must help us!"

In the end they all wanted me to help them.These ladies talked about one place after another, about which lands belonged to them, and then emphasized that they were the legal owners of those lands.It's over, many people have not forgotten their purpose, and hinted that as long as I can help them keep the land, they will be mine.

At night, after dismissing the last lady, I suddenly discovered that I had a group of substitutes with extremely huge potential overnight.Eleven mature ladies, seven young and lovely daughters, five immature women, and twenty or thirty distant relatives who have never met each other, a total of more than 40 people.Those eleven ladies and their daughters, as far as I can think, were very devoted.

Is the powerful force of Stockholm Syndrome at work?I didn't know, so I asked Assassin when I was just walking at night with Assassin: "Are all Polish women so open?"

"There are two prerequisites for this. First of all, you may not realize that your face is very good and attractive. You may not be so handsome that all the women will come up to snatch you home, but if you are determined to Chasing after any woman, the latter will definitely agree with her heart. Second, you are the royal family of Rome. In France, the French ladies regard it as an honor to have sex with the Sun King, just like men. It's like getting medals on the battlefield. But I think the most important point is that you are very good to those captives. Those lonely women almost regard you as the hero who rescued them from the sea of ​​suffering, and their husbands are all nobles. Marriage... To put it bluntly, if I were the woman who was delivered the blanket by you that night, I am afraid that if I were held in your arms, I would not be able to help orgasm..."

Uh, aside from Assassin's deliberately flattering descriptions, I understand what she means.Because of my behavior, those women have a good impression of me, and I look good, so they have more reason to lie to themselves and give their bodies to me. I didn't expect that when the number of good person cards increased, it would lead to a qualitative change...

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