Chapter 155

A big victory, a complete victory, a complete victory.

The battle on the Bank of Lake Pontchartrain ended at sunset.

On land, 62 people were killed and 47 injured in the iron felt camp, 2 in the guard and 6 injured. Both the death and serious injuries were loyal soldiers drawn from the original count's guard.

The Musketeers born on the Jackdaw are much smoother than them and know how to complete the task on the premise of protecting themselves, which has been highly praised by ello.

The Indians suffered heavy losses. It can be verified that a total of 385 participated in the war, 142 died and 88 were seriously injured. Most of the remaining people became prisoners. According to the confession, less than 20 people chose to escape, which can be called the total annihilation of the army.

Their misery goes far beyond that.

Baton Rouge Corps skillfully asked the names and locations of all four involved tribes. The elite slave hunting team with the army as the backbone has set out. Even the chitimacha tribe, which has made friends with France, is unable to prevent this retaliation from being implemented.

According to the most optimistic estimate, nine tribes in Northeast Louisiana will be destroyed.

On the lake, the Jackdaw easily sank a sloop sloop and a skuna ketch by relying on its strong guns, and captured the brigantine pirate ship [rain frog].

There were only 37 prisoners in the naval battle. Lorraine did not give them to anyone. Instead, he convicted them with his captured nautical diary before landing, and directly hanged everyone on the brigantine mast according to the punishment of pirates in various countries.

Under the setting sun, the dozens of bodies shaking with the waves brought unparalleled great impact to people.

The bloody Lorraine sat lazily on the bow mast, like a demon sailing out of hell, which was unforgettable to those who saw him.

The name of tyrant Edward spread like wildfire, starting with the iron felt camp and the captured Indians. Hurricanes generally blew through the corners of New Orleans.

After that, nine days.

At the invitation of the count, Lorraine led the well-dressed Carmen to Kent manor again. In front of the gate of the manor, Lorraine met ero with a group of wounded soldiers.

Lorraine recognized the faces of the wounded soldiers, stopped and called ero through the window.

"Knight ero, if I'm not mistaken, these people..."

"There are twelve guards who have betrayed. The current guard should be reliable. Unfortunately, after examination, less than 20 people are still willing to serve the count. It is imperative to reorganize the guard."

"What's the difference between this and the direct dissolution of the guard?"

Erro solemnly shook his head: "the count always acted for a reason, just like today's decision to release these traitors. Although I can't understand it, I believe the count won't aim at nothing."

"Why..." Lorraine pondered for a moment, "it's probably a turn for the better."

"What's the turn?"

"The turn of the war."

……

The grassland in spring is like a blanket. The whip frame originally used for violent censorship has been completely removed. The servants are busy removing the highest gallows, and the bodies on them have long disappeared.

Lorraine saw the count in his study. He looked happy and satisfied.

"What to drink?" the count asked Lorraine with a smile.

"Whisky, on the rocks."

"What about this beautiful lady? If I'm right, she's your right-hand man, Miss Donna Linka?"

Lorraine smiled faintly: "you guessed wrong. She is Carmen, my staff."

Carmen bowed respectfully and gave the count a standard lady's salute: "when we first met, Carmen, the trade manager of Edward business group, said hello."

The count frowned unhappily: "the trade manager is not allowed to mention his last name?"

"There is no so-called prohibition, but the count's destiny is noble. Deceiving you will condemn my conscience."

The count was stunned for a long time, and suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter: "tyrant Edward, the soil and water of Louisiana really can't raise such an excellent farmer."

"Waving a sickle has strengthened my strength, devoted myself to farming, cultivated my physical strength, drove away wild animals and bred courage. In addition, I have nothing."

The count refused to comment on Lorraine's rebuttal. He filled two glasses of wine at the bar and pushed one of them in front of Lorraine.

"Did you see many unexpected scenes when you came here at this time?"

"Yes, those who betrayed you were released instead of exiled, and the bodies that had been hanging for many days were also lowered. I think in your opinion, there are no objects that need deterrence."

"As you said, there are no objects that need deterrence. Now I need to express goodwill."

"Has anything changed?"

"The stage has changed." the count sat down on the sofa opposite Lorraine. "A stupid assassination brought me into a crisis. There is a huge crisis. There is no one to rely on. The whole world is an enemy. I must let the people who plot me know the cost. This is the least cost counterattack."

"So you deliberately make things big and dig out every eye and ear around you, even if you shake the morale of the army?"

"Yes, you have provided me with an excellent escort scheme, including double, escort, close guard, random driving, single handed assassination. The possibility of success is too low, and large-scale assassination can't hide the news. As a result, you have told them for me."

"Four hundred people and three ships, indeed, it is very difficult to organize more large-scale force in the case of hiding, and the Baton Rouge Legion has expressed its position, which means that even if the scale of the next attack is doubled, they can't guarantee any harvest." Lorraine shook his glass and thought, "However, with the huge profits of smuggling, I am worried that this peace will not last long."

"It won't last long," sneered the count. "Tomorrow, I will launch a decisive battle."

"Tomorrow? You mean you have subdued the Baton Rouge Legion?"

"They just made a reasonable decision to protect the interests of the hands they have received and give up more returns that only stay in their dreams."

"Why?" Lorraine wondered.

"Because groups are always more rational than individuals."

"Group?" lolin tilted his head. "Do you want to tell me that in the face of huge interests, the officers of Baton Rouge corps have achieved equal interests and are willing to let every soldier become a shareholder to share the cake?"

"There's no problem except the word" willing ". You guessed it right."

"Except... Yes?"

Only then did Lorraine understand the count's whole plan.

The gifted commander never thought of making profits for himself by intercepting smuggled arms. This is a lever specially used to pry the rebellious Baton Rouge Legion.

The Legion did not want to join the war, so he lured them out of their nest and into the battlefield with smuggling as bait.

After arriving near the battlefield, he entrusted all smuggling affairs to the Legion.

The Legion is responsible for intercepting arms, the Legion is responsible for hiring militia, the Legion is responsible for settling achievements, and the Legion is responsible for receiving and shipping

Can these laborious and trivial work really only be presided over by the Legion?

The answer is, of course, No.

If profit is the primary starting point, the count's best choice is obviously to hand over the details to the governor's office or Kent manor, and only contact the senior officials of the Legion as allies to let him or them be responsible for the interception of goods.

The count could not control the Legion.

Handing over all the details of smuggling to the Legion is equivalent to handing over the initiative of cooperation to the allies and turning yourself into a complete vassal.

Because he is nominally the initiator of intercepting smuggling, his reputation and risk will not be reduced at all. Because he gives up the initiative, his benefits must be greatly reduced.

Didn't the count know that such behavior was at his own expense?

There has never been such a concept of selfless dedication in the Western cultural tradition. What the count did was just to make the details of smuggling known to the Legion, and there was no secret to hide.

This means that the senior officers of the corps must formulate a profit distribution plan that can withstand deliberation and a big pot financial plan.

It will protect the count from becoming a puppet put on the table by some people.

It will greatly reduce the amount of money everyone gets, neither arouse excessive greed nor let them give up.

Most importantly, once certain conditions are met, the count can induce them to make a choice in favor of themselves at any time, keep the past, give up, stop the interception in time, and sacrifice their lives for the count's reputation and status.

Like right now!

The continuous and increasingly uncontrolled assassinations let the Baton Rouge army see the crisis faced by the count. Once the count died, no one can guarantee that the new governor will tolerate their theft of French aristocratic property.

Now is the time.

Each of the 8000 officers and soldiers earned a salary equivalent to several months or even years.

Compared with risking more and more risks to win limited profits, it has become a more rational choice to quickly end the war and keep the windfall wealth by stabilizing the Earl's position.

As the count said, the reason of the group is always greater than the reason, or more appropriate, and the adventurous spirit of the group is always less than that of the individual.

"What a big game of chess, Lord count."

Having figured this out, Lorraine admired the count.

The count accepted Lorraine's praise modestly, raised his glass and said softly, "the victory of the New Orleans defense war is expected to be won in seven to ten days, so I will stay on the battlefield in the next time and don't think about things other than the war. Today is a rare leisure. I'd like to hear your opinion about the post-war..."