ers at grass-root level." Andre gestured to the National Guard soldier standing behind him, his voice returning to its usual calm.
"Yes, citizen."
He continued to give orders, decisive and quick: "Compile a list of the patriots and destitute in this area, the starving orphans and widows. Make all the local aristocrats and bankers hand half of their food and money, prioritizing the relief of the poor, with the remainder used as military rations. Take the silk and fur off the rich and turn them into blankets for the freezing common people!"
He pointed again at the fat official shivering in front of him. "Including you."
"Those who refuse to carry out the order, ask them to hand in their own heads." Andre waved his hand in the air without emotion. "Now go!"