Academy Genius Commander

24 – Restore the Territory (3)

Two days after convening the influential people of the territory.

I ordered the people of the estate to gather in the square in front of Bruno Castle.

Usually, when such an order is given, even the serfs who are accustomed to absolutely obeying the orders of their lord often express their disapproval.

The serfs gathered at this place cheered and said, not bothering, even though they came here after putting aside their farming work.

“Damn it, Sergeant Damn Curtain, is he finally beheading himself? Son of a bitch, I recognized me from the time I touched the precious daughter of someone else’s house. Didn’t you say your hair would fly away?”

“Corporal Milton you bastard!!! Go as painfully as possible on the way!”

“The new lord is really very hot! Yes, those motherf*ckers must be beaten to death!”

In addition, when I started sharing the alcohol I provided, the place where corrupt soldiers were executed became a place of celebration.

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Looking at that maddening scene, I thought, ‘f*ck, if you think about it, executions in the Middle Ages were some sort of festival, right?’ I was astonished.

As the lord of the Bruno estate and commanding over 500 soldiers, he cannot interfere with the slaughter of the wicked.

Finally, when the soldiers under his command brought in 30 soldiers who took the lead in severely exploiting the serfs, a tremendous amount of cheers rang out from among the serfs.

“Kill all vicious and filthy things!”

“After the conscription period was over, he boasted in front of us that he came from a different place than his hometown, even though he was a serf like us.

“Executive man! Hit the neck only 3 times!! They are too precious to send all at once!”

The faces of the death row inmates, who felt more intuition about their death in their joy, turned white, and people who urinated began to appear.

My soldiers, who acted as executioners, did not care what they looked like and put them all on the scaffold one after another.

Next, a priest from the village came and held a brief service before the execution, and the executioners placed the condemned man’s head on the scaffold.

When that time came, the death row inmates all shouted loudly as if they had kissed each other.

“Wrong! Wrong!! Please save my life!”

“If you let me live, I will become a new person and live!”

“Merciful Lord Jaeger, have mercy on us! What are the sins of low-level soldiers like us? We just did what we were told to do.”

At that voice, the people booed loudly, and I reached out my hand toward the crowd and silenced it.

Then he spoke loudly to the audience in front of him.

“The previous lord, Tito von Koch, ordered soldiers to extort your cows, steal your daughters and wives and use them as playthings, and steal excessive food in the name of taxes, causing your neighbors, families and children to starve to death. dog trash child No, the word trash is too much for him.”

If he took the wives and daughters of serfs at will and used them as concubines or maids and controlled his desires in a form of responsibility, the word ‘used as a plaything’ would not have been added among those crimes.

However, that damned lord knows that the end is 1 silver, which is enough to buy 5 kg of flour when others get married in exchange for the first night pass…

If you eat sparingly, you get raised to 1 gold, which is enough to buy food for a family of four for a year, and if you don’t pay 1 gold, a harsh tax, you take the bride and steal the first night.

It is said that the new bride, who was to dedicate the first night, was raped by the lord in a tyrannical way, and some of them eventually lost their minds.

In the meantime, seeing that he extorted even riches, it wasn’t trash…

‘You are a creature that shouldn’t exist.’ The word would be more appropriate.

“Therefore, His Majesty the Emperor conveyed his deep regret and regret for such a disquieting incident in this territory. And he himself commanded me to govern this territory well.”

Neither the emperor nor the crown prince ever expressed regret when they told me to directly govern the territory well.

So, strictly speaking, it can be said to be a forgery of the imperial order, but the crown prince and the emperor should also use this place as an outpost in the future, but they would be sorry to hear that the status of the territory is 5 minutes before the opening.

So I’m not necessarily wrong.

In addition, those who have lost their families and food because of their former lord desperately need the attention of His Majesty, who is like a higher sky than the high lord…

What I said is not a lie, it is all true.

“And today, in accordance with His Majesty’s orders, I, Peter Yeager, will execute 30 soldiers and noncommissioned officers who disturbed the estate. Let each executor check the condition of his axe.”

Then the executioners deliberately swung their axes in a loud motion for those who enjoyed the festival of harvesting the heads of fallen soldiers.

At each movement, the sinners flinched, and the serfs cheered wildly.

“Wield well! kill!!! ”

“Hit twice!”

Next, I took out the baton I received as a commemoration of my promotion to battalion commander and swung it around my waist.

“Hit the neck!”

At the same time, the soldiers acting as executors raised their axes high, then struck them down with great swings for execution.

With a thumping sound, ax blades dug into the necks of the soldiers eager to commit crimes, and blood splattered in all directions.

Nonetheless, none of the soldiers lying on the death row lost their lives with a single blow of the axe.

The soldiers in charge of the execution ended up having to do two or three more blows with the axe.

Usually, when executing the death penalty, if the ax is struck more than twice, the atmosphere becomes cold because of the crueler scene than expected…

“Suffer the motherf*ckers!”

“It’s a pity that your mother and father can’t see this!”

Everyone cheered passionately for their gruesome deaths because they suffered so much.

The soldiers under my command quickly arranged the corpses of the dead soldiers and the execution table, and I went up to the platform that had been used as an execution stand until just now and said.

“Now, His Majesty the Emperor will sternly reprimand and judge the wicked former lord and the disgraced officers who acted as his helpers. In addition, instead of executing 472 soldiers whose crimes are relatively light, we will set a period of time according to the weight of their crimes and use them as criminal slaves to help rebuild the village.”

Out of the 472 people, I wanted to kill 100 more people, including those who misbehaved with the villagers and extorted a lot of money and food, the madman who embezzled taxes, and those who forced the serfs to play military games by using their position as soldiers.

Even if everything went well with all my money and knowledge, it would be extremely difficult to rebuild the territory into a place where people could live and store and manage supplies needed for war in two years.

In this situation, it is better to use even the bone marrow for the development of my territory for the stability of the territory than to kill those who are difficult to kill because the guilt is ambiguous.

Instead, since the villagers might see the ‘criminal slaves’ and be dissatisfied with the fact that they are alive, the soldiers supervising them should be ordered like this.

‘Put them in clothes that look like mats and engage them in heavy labor with chains and weights attached.’ that’s la

If they eat only a poor meal and see them doing the labor they need to do in a painful state, the dissatisfaction of the residents will naturally fade.

Because while it’s nice to see criminals die from a single blow to their throats, it’s also quite mind-boggling to watch them constantly suffer.

“In addition, admitting that you have been exploited unfairly up until now, I, Peter Yeager, will lend a cow to each family next month and give them 200 kilos of wheat.”

The serfs’ lifelong dream of being able to use one cow for each family, and giving food to the starving themselves, everyone cheered, embraced the people next to them, and jumped up and down.

I looked at them and said.

“In addition to this, considering that it was difficult for you to live on due to the previous lord’s depravity, if you work for me in the off season, such as winter or early spring, I will provide you with reasonable food. If you work steadily for 5 years during this time, the lent cow will be given to the house. Working in winter won’t be easy, but if you follow my instructions… no one will starve to death this year. Trust me, Peter Yeager.”

If you usually gather the people and give a speech like this, the serfs are really ‘Alpanos?’ I would have been consistent with my attitude.

Everyone enthusiastically embraced and praised the message, as if they were in a kind of excitement as they witnessed the severe punishment of corrupt soldiers right in front of their eyes.

“Long live the lord!”

“Thank you for giving us cattle and grain!”

“We live, we live!”