The reality was much the same. Every year, the Austrian Empire's colonies supplied the Empire with no small number of talented people. Some remained in the colonies and shone there, while others returned to the Austrian Empire's homeland to fight another battle.
After all, they had received an education, possessed property, and had seen far more of the world than the laborers who had fallen into the colonies could ever compare with.
Yet in corners no one noticed, many also failed to rise again, becoming fertilizer for the colonies.
Naturally, he still had to serve them some chicken soup for the soul. Franz did not want them to start making trouble right in the homeland. As for once they reached the colonies, someone would naturally deal with them.
Forget them—even those street thugs and hooligans who considered themselves utterly fearless had to live with their heads tucked in and tails between their legs in the colonies.
The Austrian Empire's early colonies had been more like military camps. Though they had long ceased to be quite so harsh, many rules had already taken shape.
They treated imperial citizens well enough, and their attitude toward laborers was passable, but they could hardly be called friendly toward exiles.
If someone had no useful skills and refused to obey, being executed outright was nothing unusual.
Overall, the large colonies were not too bad; they already had a certain degree of infrastructure. But the newly established small colonies and outposts were another matter. The deeper inland one went, the harsher the living conditions became.
Some colonies still maintained annual casualty rates above twenty percent. At times, entire settlements even vanished from the map.
Dozens died of disease, black attacks, infighting, or things that could not be clearly explained.
Franz's maneuver in Prussia once again drew