The night would probably be warm like this, but around eight o'clock in the evening, the noisy Polish hussars finally got hungry and came out to get something to eat.

Not long after, a woman's extremely frightened scream attracted the attention of the entire camp. The scream was very familiar. It was heard many times after the day's battle. Immediately afterwards, there was a cry from the Polish camp.

There were many wild shouts, with different voices, but the meaning was roughly the same: "If you want to eat, you can! Let us xoxo you first."

I walked out of the camp in surprise and sent Leon to see Filetlia. I happened to bump into Assassin who was coming back. I asked, "Why is there such a big movement over there?"

"Didn't you interrupt their unfinished business at noon, so let's continue now." Assassin smiled and explained the situation of her surveillance.

Several Polish noble ladies who were unwilling to endure hunger joined forces with several noble ladies. The young man broke into the place where the Poles were eating. He first announced his home, then demanded to be treated reasonably, and then cursed the group

Poles, and then...

Some Polish nobles have long been simmering with anger. In addition, the pro-Russian Polish nobles who were defeated by Rome have lost their base and their troops. They are destined to lose their influence on the Russian side, and they are destined to be unable to squeeze it out.

No matter what ransom, the Polish nobles who follow us don’t need to be afraid of them at all.

After that, there is no more.

Those Polish nobles have not touched a woman for so long. Now there is a group of noble ladies who are good-looking and have never played with them. They are not afraid of responsibility after playing with them. There is no reason not to do it.

The two camps are separated by a carriage, but only a few dozen meters apart. One is like heaven, and the other is like hell. And isn't life happier because of the strong and obvious contrast?

I gritted my teeth and did not send anyone to stop them. What is ridiculous is that those Polish nobles just wanted to enjoy themselves. They actually sent me two noble ladies with all their clothes plucked out, and they were still thirteen or fourteen years old.

That kind!

I rewarded the Polish nobles with some gold and silver vessels, and I took over the two of them. I put my cloak on the two frightened little girls, and I transferred them to the captives.

place.

At around ten o'clock, I went to check on Filetlia. 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 what was going on outside. It seemed that my worries were unnecessary.

At around eleven o'clock, the dirty talk from the Poles finally stopped, but then there 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 captive women on the other side are. Many of them endured the pain in their lower bodies, crying while picking up the leftovers on the ground and putting them in their mouths. Some of them were

It was obvious that he had not come to his senses. The food that was thrown in front of him was snatched away and he did nothing. The Polish man who had caused the incident had already pulled up his pants and went to bed.

The nightmare of those captives has just begun, but it's none of my business and I don't want to care about it.

I sent people to ask the prisoners we took into custody about their origins, where they lived, and the whereabouts of their families. After learning that most of them went with the Russians, I assured the frightened Poles that I would

Send them back to a place where they can be safe, Kiev.

"Really? Is this true?"

"Oh, God!!!"

Those Poles who had received the guarantee cried with joy, and many of them hugged each other excitedly, and 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 won't refuse you." Assassin, who was accompanying him, smiled.

The captives on the other side were also praying to God, but the content was different. They begged God to help them end this nightmare as soon as possible. But their nightmare was not over yet. The Poles had roughly concluded the division of the spoils. For the prisoners,

They agreed that they would be taken back to the south and sold, the beautiful women would be sold as prostitutes, the others would be sold as serfs, and as for the old men, a hundred of them would be killed.

After dozens of heads fell to the ground, the army moved out again, but the Poles went to the ferry farther away, and we walked south. Within a few kilometers, we arrived at a village. After asking the locals, we learned that

This place is called Barashi.

"Are there any serfs around here?" I asked the representative of the village who claimed to be the village chief.

The village chief showed a smile that was uglier than crying and said he welcomed us, and replied with a grimace: "Yes."

"lead the way."

By the way, shouldn't those serfs just run away during the war?

It was a little different from what I imagined. After the village chief took us to a farm, he called and three or four big men appeared with sticks and machetes. These big men walked into a large room that was similar to a stable or a hay house.

After a while, hundreds of people with slovenly clothes and thin faces and yellow muscles were kicked out. They could be seen as chronically malnourished. The people who were kicked out included men, women, and children. They were stinging as they walked.

There was a clanking sound, and upon closer inspection, it turned out that both of their feet were fastened with anklets.

They were working as coolies, wearing anklets, and not having enough to eat all year round. No wonder Russia, which later annexed Poland, came to Lenin and shouted, and countless fools and strong men came out to work for their lives.

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

The village chief was sweating profusely. I reminded him with a smile: "This question is difficult to answer. Who made those nobles who followed the Russians and fought against Rome 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 chief came up with a stern look on his face and said very philistinely: "Sir, I am extremely loyal to Rome. Do you know if I am qualified for this responsibility?"

Taking over without Rome's recognition will be illegal, and breaking the law means hanging. I have always believed that loyalty is the same as love. Since the village chief said he was loyal to the empire, well, let him take over everything.

The serfs and half of the village's grain were shipped to the Roman camp in Kiev, where he would receive imperial recognition of his lands.

The village chief hesitated, but 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 that this land would be permanently controlled by Rome.

If you miss this opportunity to become tall, rich and handsome, you will spend the rest of your life as a village chief who collects rent for others and only obeys other people's lives.

Perhaps the memory of being a dog for the Polish nobles stimulated the village chief, and he immediately took action. This man was obviously a local slut who was under the nobles. After a while, the carriages loaded with grain and the serfs were ready to go. Tell him, we will meet him after a while.

After coming back to check the procedures in his hand, I set off to the next village.

Before dark, I visited five villages, and similar things happened there. The Polish nobles fled, and the middle-level people who used to collect rent for them and manage the serfs occupied the magpie's nest. In order to obtain legal recognition, these people chose

Let's give it a try. These people may not necessarily bring out half of the grain and all the serfs, but there are people who transport the grain and serfs for us for free. The price is still acceptable. The most important thing is that the captured Poland

The nobles all saw these scenes.

In the camp I gave to four escorts the characteristics of the legal document recognizing the local takeover, and asked them to be sent as couriers to Kiev.

After I finished, Assassin came from outside. She was in a good mood: "Your Highness, you are in luck. Several pretty Polish ladies are dressing up. They seem to want to talk to you about life in private.

, talk about ideals.”

At night, when I was patrolling the camp and saying hello to the ladies, Polish ladies kept appearing and inviting me to a place with few people to talk. As expected, these people all wore a little makeup, which is really unimaginable.

Even though they were captured like this, they were still able to get toiletries. Those ladies had pretty good faces, but they might lack experience in seducing people, and their methods were very artificial, but other people would still be interested.

Put them on the bed, lie down together with their buttocks raised, and take turns to play all over. After that, I will give them some preferential treatment in food and drink. However, I secretly changed the concept of what happened in the village and told these ladies, and the result

The expressions of both of them changed drastically, and for a while they lost all thoughts of seducing me.

"How can you do this!"

"How disgusting, those disgusting dogs!"

"You must help us!"

In the end, they all wanted me to help them. These noble ladies talked about one place after another, talking about which lands belonged to them, and then emphasized that they were the legal owners of those lands. After all, many people didn't even

Forgetting their purpose, and implying that as long as I can help them keep the land, they are mine.

At night, after sending away the last lady, I suddenly found that I had a group of substitutes with extremely huge potential overnight. Eleven mature ladies, seven of their young and lovely daughters, and five of them were green.

My mother-in-law, along with twenty or thirty distant relatives whom I have never met before, totaling more than forty people. Those eleven noble ladies and their daughters, as long as I think about it, they are very enthusiastic and devoted to themselves.

.

Is it the powerful power of Stockholm Syndrome? I don’t know, so when Assassin and I were walking at night, I asked each other: “Are Polish women so open-minded?”

"There are two prerequisites for this. First of all, maybe you don't realize that you have a very nice face and are very charming. You may not be handsome enough for all the women to come up and snatch you home. But if you have the mind to do it,

Chasing any woman, she will most likely fall in love with you secretly. Secondly, you are a member of the royal family of Rome. In France, French ladies regard it as an honor to sleep with the Sun King, just like men.

It's the same as getting a medal on the battlefield. However, I think the most important point is that you are very kind to those captives. Those lonely women almost regard you as a hero who rescued them from the sea of ​​misery, and their husbands are all nobles.

Marriage...To put it bluntly, if I were the woman who was handed the blanket by you that night, I'm afraid that if I were held in your arms, I would be unable to help but climax..."

Well, aside from Assassin’s deliberately flattering descriptions, I understood what she meant. Because of what I did, those women were very fond of me, and because I looked good, they had even more reason to lie to themselves.

Give your body to me. I didn’t expect that when the number of good person cards increased, it would trigger a qualitative change...
Chapter completed!