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Torun, a city in the central and northern part of the Principal of Warsaw, is also the capital of Torun Province. Since it raised a world-famous great figure, Copernicus, people often call Torun the "City of Copernicus". However, this belongs to the event after the 20th century.

Torun is located in the middle of the Vistula River and is 190 kilometers northwest of Warsaw. The Teutonic Knights built a castle here in the 13th century. Soon after, Torun played an important role in the medieval Hanseatic League and became an important commercial center. Therefore, many public and private buildings built in the 14th and 15th centuries, including the former residence of Copernicus.

At the end of the 18th century, when Poland was destroyed, Torun was re-occupied by Prussia. Until 1807, under the direct intervention of Napoleon, Torun escaped from the defeated Prussian Kingdom and once again became one of the oldest and most charming cities in the Principality of Warsaw.

The hometown of Lieutenant Mazar Girlovsky, the chief guard of the Grand Duke of Warsaw, is a rural farm near Torun.

Like other Polish exiles, when Girlovsky returned to his hometown with the monarch today, he always felt a sense of being close to home, and was worried in his heart that his relatives at home were safe.

"Oh, what's wrong with my warrior?" The Grand Duke of Desai, who was about to enter Torun City, noticed the melancholy expression of the guards beside him.

Since leaving Danze Corridor, Girlovsky's eyes seemed to have been staring at the rural manor flowing across the Vivas River. When he thought about it, the Grand Duke of Warsaw immediately understood. He smiled and raised his whip, pointed to the other side of the river, and said, "I'll give you an 8-hour holiday, go home to visit relatives, but you must catch up with the troops before this evening."

After saying that, Desai did not wait for the lieutenant guard to express his gratitude and rode his horse away.

The foes on the side heard that Lieutenant Gillowski was allowed to go home to visit relatives, and they surrounded him one by one. Soon, the officers and soldiers spontaneously raised two thousand francs and stuffed them into the lieutenant's pocket. They also packed all the bread, wine and various specialties they bought along the way into the backpacks on both sides of the guards' mounts, watching Gillowski slowly leave on a ferry.

After attending the invitation of the luncheon held by the nobles of Torun for the monarch, the Grand Duke of Desay led his troops to continue to march towards Warsaw.

A few hours later, on the other side of Vivas, Desai saw a large group of boat-pulling boatmen in ragged clothes, miserable faces, and silently moving forward. The suffering people did not imitate the people of Torun, straightened their bodies, took off their hats, and respectfully bowed to the flag, medals, and the Grand Duke himself, who symbolized the Grand Duke of Warsaw, and the Grand Duke himself on the horse's back.

The boatmen still struggled in exhaustion in the sun, fighting in vain with their ruthless fate.

Occasionally, those boatmen connected by an old cable sang a depressing and low song "Vivas Boatman's Song" inappropriately. The sad and desolate song echoed on the surface of the Vivas River, and seemed out of place with the scenes of the red men, green women and passionate and luxurious in Torun City that had passed before.

"Oh ho, oh ho, we work together to pull the fiber!

Ouch, Ouch, after pulling hand after hand!

Push away the dense birch forest and open the uneven road of the world!

Alas, alas, alas, open the dense birch forest and open the uneven road of the world!

Ouch, Ouch, work together to pull the fiber!

We sang songs to the sun along the Vivas River.

Alas, alas, alas, sing to the sun.

Alas, try to pull the rope and sing to the sun.

Ouch, Ouch, work together to pull the fiber!

Vivas' lovely mother river, the river is surging and deep,

Alas, alas, alas, the river is surging and deep and wide, Vivas Mother River.

Ouch, Ouch, work together to pull the fiber!

Ouch, Ouch, after pulling hand after hand!"

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"Damn it, why do I feel a strong feeling of uneasiness in my heart?" When Desai finished listening to this song of Vivas Boatman, he frowned and a kind of ominous premonition surged in his mind.

This kind of premonition in the past is by no means groundless, but has been verified many times.

Desai took out his pocket watch and found that it was 5 pm. Lieutenant Girlovsky, who had always been on time, should have returned to the team 15 minutes ago. So he called out a Lieutenant Yangzakvotovic and instructed the officer to go to Lieutenant Girlovsky's hometown, the town of Vlachek across the Vivas River, to see what delayed the trip.

Before leaving, Desai said: "Well, bring a few more people. No, you can find Colonel Pochi to second a military police platoon to follow him. Remember, your words and deeds represent me. You must not bully others by virtue, nor be bullied!"

After dusk, Desai and his guards brigade officers and soldiers decided to stay in Liplo overnight.

It was not until the early morning of the next day that Yang Zac Votovic and his group rushed back, and a large ox-pulled white canvas cart was dragged behind him.

When Desai came from the farmhouse, he saw his guard lying in a big cart with bruises and unconsciousness. Several young farmers in ragged clothes were accompanying Gillovsky's parents who were crying softly. Everyone's hands were still drawing crosses on their chests, and they were muttering words to pray for the gospel from God.

"What happened?" Desai turned around, and he asked Yangzak Votovitch with a gloomy face.

"It's the damn serf owner, the mayor of Vlachek town!" Yang Zakvotovic, with a gray face, gritted his whip and said the scene at that time: "When we arrived at Vlachek town before sunset, we found that Gillovsky was tied to a birch tree by the town leader Pokchev. Two thugs kept whipping the fainted guard chief with whips. Pokchev also said that Gillovsky was a serf who had escaped from his family and must be beaten to death in public to punish other serfs!"

Desai's expression couldn't help but feel extremely angry. Since the attack and defense of Zaragoza in 1808, time travelers have always bullied others, and no one dared to come forward to provoke. Today, his chief guard was actually injured by a group of Polish mud legs in the countryside and is still unconscious. If the military medical officer who arrived after detailed examinations, it was determined that Lieutenant Girlovsky's injury was not too serious and could fully recover after a period of rest. Desai might have sent troops to conquer the town of Vlachek.

Soon, he asked in an almost roaring tone: "When I was staying at Danze, didn't I issue an order in the name of the Grand Duke of Warsaw to redeem the serf identity of Girlovsky and his family?"

"But that bastard Pokchev argued that according to Polish tradition, as a landlord, he had the right to refuse this request, and even the order from the Supreme Monarch could not interfere with his power to punish his escaped serfs! That's why I ordered the gendarmerie company to force the chief guard to rescue the chief guard with force, and together with his parents and brothers." When he said this, Yangzakvotovic looked up carefully and looked at the monarch with caution, and found that the superior was looking straight in his eyes, and was so scared that he immediately lowered his hands.

Desai patted the guards on the shoulder, "You did a good job, but not enough! Go and wake up Colonel Poch and let him come over."

"I'm here!" The military brigade commander, who had been awakened by the noise, came to the Grand Duke of Warsaw.

"What do you think? I must eradicate the mayor of the town, Bokchev!" Desai pulled his legal counsel aside and asked, "Of course, it must also comply with the current laws. Well, any name is OK!"

Colonel Poch said after hesitating for a moment: "According to the folk code that prevails in Poland, everything that Pochachev serf master said did not violate the law. In fact, he does have the right to punish, or even hang, fleeing serfs. Even if you are respected as the Grand Duke of Warsaw, you cannot directly convict him unless you seek the support of the Warsaw Lower House and the Torun Local Council in advance."

"Two-level parliament?" Desai vetoed it without thinking.

The serf-owners who live in the castle square in Warsaw were eager to see the future Warsaw Grand Duke betrayed the local area, so they would not express support, let alone convict Bokchev, who was also a serf-owner.

"Your Highness, maybe there is another way!" Colonel Poch continued: "Before Emperor Napoleon went to the Austrian-Russian coalition in October 1805, His Majesty issued a military decree that is still in effect today at the Palace of Duille in Paris: In the European continent, those areas controlled by the French army and its allies, publicly humiliate, beat, or even harm French officers and soldiers in any way, in any way, the despicable behavior of publicly humiliating, beating, or even harming French officers and soldiers must be subject to aggravated punishment from the military court.

And you, Your Excellency Marshal, have the right to form a military court in accordance with this 1805 military order, and only to hear the crimes of local mobs seriously invading French officers. However, there is another premise that Lieutenant Gillovsky must have the resume of a French officer. Of course, I will follow your instructions and handle all the formalities and documents within 30 minutes."

"Very good, I authorize you to prepare for the military court and handle the relevant procedures now. As for the criminals," Desayton paused, and he turned around and called Lieutenant Yangzakvotovic and ordered: "Take two hundred more military policemen and bring me to the town of Vlachek, and arrest all the damned Pokchev and his accomplices. Anyone who resisted will be shot on the spot!"

In the early morning of July 30, a temporary military court was set up on the central square of Liplo town where the march was camping.

At 10 a.m., Mayor Bokchev, who was full of frightened and embarrassed faces, and a total of 11 accomplices, were escorted to the military court by fully armed military police, preparing to be tried by judge Colonel Pochi.

At this time, Desai had already changed into a French marshal's uniform and sat majestic to listen to the court trial process.

After receiving direct instruction from Marshal Desai, Colonel Poch, who served as the presiding officer, finally sentenced: Mayor Pochchev and 10 other accomplices, were executed on fire for murdering French-ranking officer Lieutenant Gillovsky and were executed immediately.

"Your Highness, this is unfair! I will deal with it according to the serf's code..." Bokchev and others, who were about to die, were still shouting and defending themselves.

Desai winked with impatiently. Lieutenant Yang Zakvotovic next to him immediately understood and ordered the military police to knock off the jaws of the death row prisoners with butt stock, and push them to the threshing ground opposite the rural church to execute the gun.

When the gunshots of the serf owners were executed reached Warsaw, more than 100 kilometers away, the whole city was stunned.

The Jacobins and ordinary people were excited. They had long been tired of the greedy, mean and inhumane nobles and serf owners, and they wanted to launch a French-style revolution as soon as possible to send all the shameless people who hindered the development of Poland to the guillotine.

Those who empathized with the Warsaw nobles all seemed angry and asked Speaker Smavakovsky to take the lead in accusing the Grand Duke of Warsaw for his illegal behavior and expressed deep condolences to the innocent victims.

"But gentlemen, Desai is not the monarch of the country, but in his other identity - the French Marshal, the military court ordered to be formed by the law personally promulgated by Emperor Napoleon. Unless we first overturn the pardon of the French emperor in 1805, we can pursue the guilt of the Grand Duke of Warsaw!" Mavakhovsky shook his head and directly rejected the proposal of the members.

When he heard this, the indignant noble MPs had to get up and leave. The overthrow of Emperor Napoleon's pardon was something that the great nobles in Poland dared not imagine. In the end, the storm had to come to an end and temporarily subsided.
Chapter completed!