I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 57 Carrots and Sticks
The flames danced on the firewood stacked in a crisscross pattern. The enchanting dance brought light and heat, and dispelled the darkness and dampness in the night.

People gathered around the fires, including Bruno. Although he was seriously injured, after two hearty meals, he still had enough strength to get out of bed and walk slowly with the support of his wife.

“Are you eating?
"I ate it. I just ate it."

"have you eaten?"

"ate……"

Simple greetings came from all directions, the townspeople of Beach Town and Prince Chris's men, they all greeted each other warmly.

However, only the townspeople did not dare to look at Bruno. Whenever he looked over there, every townsperson who met Bruno's eyes would lower their heads in shame or look around.

They all made the wrong choice.

Most of those who walk on the right path die.

Bruno was helped to the fire. He arrived at the right time and saw the men in black clothes carrying simple wooden beds on their shoulders and placing the bodies of people in white clothes who seemed to be sleeping on the unlit fire.

Bruno counted their number with his fingers, six hands, one less... twenty-nine people.

Not many people died, because there were about twenty brothers who followed him to attack the spearmen, but their death was not for themselves, but because of Prince Chris's order.

Looking at their young, pale faces with their eyes closed, Bruno felt complicated.

At this moment, a hand patted Bruno's shoulder, waking him from his thoughts.

"Hey, man, are you okay? Does your chest hurt?"

Bruno turned his head and saw a smiling young man with a fair face and a strong Bohemian accent. He was obviously a respectable foreigner.

So, Bruno was confused as to when he had met such a person.

"who are you?"

"You don't know me, but I know you. I was the one who treated the wound on your chest."

Bruno's eyes widened.

"I...I, Doctor, I..."

"Don't get excited, don't break the wound, the medicine is very precious."

The young man hurried to comfort Bruno.

"Thank you, thank you very much... My name is Bruno, and I'm the captain of the militia in Beach Town. If you need anything, just call me. I'm strong enough to help."

"I can see that you are very strong."

The young man looked Bruno up and down, then stood on tiptoe again, raised his hand and gently patted the latter's shoulder, and stretched out his other hand as if to shake hands.

"My name is Starbuck."

Bruno looked at the hand with the unusually long fingers that gleamed in the firelight, and then he looked at his own palm, which was rough and cracked like dry leather, and the fingers were as thick as radishes.

He pulled his hand back, feeling embarrassed to make contact with Starbuck's hand.

Starbuck saw Bruno's embarrassment, so he grabbed the latter's hand and shook it up and down vigorously several times to show his friendliness.

"No, Doctor, my hands are dirty."

"No, we are all human beings, not dirty."

After shaking hands, Bruno felt that he and Starbuck were much closer. They stood side by side and watched the funeral.

After twenty-nine musketeers fired their muskets into the sky, someone simultaneously ignited twenty-nine piles of firewood doused in kerosene. The flames quickly expanded and engulfed the sleepers lying in the firewood.

At this time, someone started chatting within Starbucks' field of view.

+What a strange feeling.+
+It should be a novel experience. I didn't expect that at my young age, I would have the opportunity to watch my own funeral live. (laughs)+
+It felt good. Looking at those people's serious faces, I suddenly understood the significance of our soldiers' fighting. +
+Will there be a funeral for every death in the future? +
There should be some who died on the battlefield, but obviously not in other ways.
+By the way, I saw in the game peripheral store that I can buy a medal peripheral called "First Blood". Can you sell it to me? +
+How much does this thing cost? +
+One hundred yuan, free shipping. +
+It's so cheap. +
+Hey, why don’t I have it? +
+Did you kill anyone on the battlefield? If not, then there is definitely no first blood. +
+What is this thing good for? +
+I don't know, it looks nice and is made of silver. +
Starbuck rubbed his eyes and closed the chat box of the live broadcast content. The chat history was refreshing too fast, and it hurt his eyes a little.

"Doctor, why did you come here..."

Suddenly, Bruno, who was staring at the fire in a trance, asked Starbuck, which surprised the latter.

why?
Of course it's for fun, but now it's for gaining experience. Starbuck's medical mentor has watched the video of him performing surgery to treat trauma in the game and commented.

"This game is quite expensive. The simulation of the human body is very realistic, comparable to those medical training software that require money...

If you have time, you can perform more surgeries in the game and accumulate some experience that can be used in real life."

Because of his mentor's evaluation, Starbuck no longer plans to participate in the battle, but instead becomes a full-time battlefield doctor.

Of course, you definitely can't say this to an NPC.

Starbuck pondered for a moment.

"Maybe I was moved by Prince Chris's words. He once said that he came back from the Bohemian Empire just to do one thing."

"whats the matter?"

Bruno asked subconsciously.

"Prince Chris said he wanted to end hunger for all people."

Bruno was startled. He turned around and looked behind him. On the other side of the crowd, a fire was burning a hundred meters away. The aroma of rice porridge was wafting towards him. It was from the direction of the kitchen.

On the other side of the fire, Chris was sitting on a rock. He was also looking at the burning fire, wondering what he was thinking.

"Hey, Your Highness, I found something good."

Home Alone came out from the crowd, ran to Chris with a smile, and took out a revolver lighter from his arms.

This was a very dangerous move. The two young men guarding Chris subconsciously rushed over and knocked Home Alone to the ground.

This made Christon, who had just received the musket from the player, speechless. However, this matter was indeed Home Alone's fault. His action of approaching was dangerous in itself, and he even took out a gun from his arms. It would be strange if others didn't misunderstand him.

"Let him go."

As he spoke, Chris looked at the revolver pistol in his hand. At this moment, he saw the extraordinary features of this gun.

It was only about the length of an adult's arm, the handle was decorated with soft white ivory, and the gun body was engraved with a large number of runes of unknown meaning. Chris could see a dark blue liquid flowing within the lines from different angles.

"Magic props? Where did you get these?"

"I got it in the evening when I killed a noble who had fallen behind. He wanted to shoot me with this thing. Fortunately, I was more skilled and arranged my men to go around from behind. When he was aiming at me, my men stabbed him to death with the javelin." Men?

Chris subconsciously thought of the veteran grenadier under Home Alone.

"Then you're lucky."

Chris looked at the revolver lighter pistol for a few seconds, then raised his hand and returned it to Home Alone.

"This gun can't fire live ammunition, only magic bullets. It can be fired three times a day, and it will automatically recharge after each shot.

Looking at the luster on the magic lines, it can now shoot twice."

"How far can it shoot? What special functions does it have?"

"Well... I don't know the range, you need to test it yourself, but its function is very simple. The bullet it fires can land precisely where you look...

In other words, when you shoot, you need to concentrate on where you want to hit, and then the magic bullet will fall where your eyes are looking."

"Wow, so I'm pretty lucky."

Home Alone was shocked.

"That guy was only twenty meters away from me at the time. If Carlos hadn't acted in time, I would have been dead!"

After saying that, Home Alone ran away.

"No, I have to go comfort Carlos."

In a hurry and rashly.

However, Chris does not hate Home Alone, he even envies the latter's current vitality.

Young is good.

Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell this kid that the things captured on the battlefield must be confiscated!

……

When Chris took out a large amount of broken rice to make porridge for the townspeople of Bichi Town and asked them to recite Prince Chris's kindness loudly before making the porridge, Bichi Town naturally became Chris's territory.

All the townspeople became his subjects.

For three consecutive days, Chris never stopped eating porridge, three meals a day, a bowl of thick porridge for each meal.

By doing this, the residents of Beach Town will not be very full, but they will not be hungry either.

Chris's approach was not to save costs, but was based on many considerations.

First, people who have been hungry for a long time must never suddenly eat a full meal.

Because his stomach and intestines have not digested anything for a long time and are extremely weak, if he suddenly stuffs a lot of food into his body, it may cause indigestion and stomach pain at the very least, or even cause intestinal perforation and internal bleeding and death at the worst.

Second, Chris also needs to look at the situation of the local people in Beach Town. He doesn't expect these people to be grateful to him after drinking his porridge, but it would be unacceptable if they just drank the porridge and then cursed him behind his back.

Such a situation did occur, but Chris was prepared.

While serving porridge, he spread the word to the townspeople that anyone who reported insulters would be selected for the newly formed militia and would receive a small bag of rice and a pound of dried bacon.

On the other hand, if one knows about the crime but does not report it, he will be whipped ten times along with the person who insulted him.

Chris was not going to kill those selfish people who were not grateful and had no intention of doing good deeds. He just wanted the townspeople to sign up themselves. Anyone who was willing to stand up and wave a whip could also be selected into the newly formed militia.

Being a militia soldier in the militia regiment has a lot of delicious food. Not only can the militia soldiers eat dry food for three meals a day, but they also get pickles, a small handful of minced meat, and vegetable and meat soup. Their families can also eat with them.

In this age of war, chaos and famine, the happiest thing is to have a full meal.

Therefore, within these three days, eight guys with bad words were reported, and then stood up and received ten lashes. By the way, more than a hundred townspeople became members of the Beech Militia and lived a happy life of eating rice every meal.

In addition, Chris also announced that each militiaman could obtain twenty acres of land, and they would not have to pay any other taxes except paying one-tenth of the crops to Chris every year.

As soon as this order came out, the militiamen who depended on Chris for their livelihood almost immediately became his die-hard supporters. The militiamen built a militia camp outside the town, or followed Chris to divide the land that belonged to them.

The militia's family members kept their eyes open in the town all day, looking for any rebels who dared to oppose Prince Chris.

Some people benefited and were determined to follow Chris, so naturally some people were dissatisfied, especially those who were whipped.

Bruno used to be the captain of the town militia, and he was looked for several times during these three days.

The original mayor of the town even secretly came to talk to Bruno at night. He wanted Bruno to stand up and lead the original militia of the town to drive out Prince Chris and let the town return to the rule of the Republic.

But every time, he told people to get out, especially when the mayor instigated him. Bruno went to find Chris in person that night and reported the bastard's betrayal plan to him in person.

Bruno knew exactly what these people wanted to say and do. Although he was not educated, he was not a fool. He would not believe everything others said and then do stupid things without thinking.

As for the affairs between the kingdom's nobles and the revolutionaries, Bruno couldn't see what the difference was between them.

The nobles want money and their lives, and the officials of the Republic are no better than the former. They have sent people to the town before.

These grain collectors kept saying that it was for the revolution and for the poor to be able to be masters of their own destiny, and then they took away all the grain in the town.

"The Republican Army on the front lines needs this food. It's okay for you to go hungry for a while, but if they go hungry, the war will be lost, and those damn nobles and the king will be back."

Bruno disliked the nobles because they always liked to send people to the countryside to take away the food from the farmers' homes, and also take the opportunity to touch the farmers' wives and daughters and do some disgusting things.

Similarly, Bruno also disliked the officials sent by the Republic, such as the mayor. What they said sounded nice, but what they did was not much better than that of the nobles.

So, Bruno decided to wait and see, giving limited support to Prince Chris and seeing what the latter would do.

It would be a stupid thing to drive Prince Chris away now. Apart from him, Bruno didn't know who else would be willing to feed himself and the townspeople of Beach Town.

Therefore, when Bruno reported the mayor, he did not hesitate at all, and when the latter was hanged at the town gate by the player, he even applauded.

"Well, good death!"

Except for Bruno, the other townspeople were also clapping.

This bastard disappears during the war, but always runs the fastest when drinking porridge. He also uses his identity to force other townspeople to give him half of the porridge.

So much so that when others were half hungry, he could burp.

This bastard died a good death.

(End of this chapter)