Zamoshya has only one chapel without priests. Two untrimmed branches were erected on the top of the church, right as a cross. In the house, the candlestick for incense has long dried up, a thick layer of oil residue has accumulated at the bottom of the basin, and the statue of the Virgin Mary is covered with a cover similar to a rag. The benches made of four logs were placed on both sides of the church. I can''t see how long it took. They just shine a little through the morning sun.

    When Pedro and Chechen and their roommates entered the church, the leader of the caravan and the village head of Mikhail had stood in the center of the church, while two mercenaries sat on the bench on the left and five mercenaries sat on the bench on the right.

    As soon as he entered the room, Pedro took Cherchen to the right and sat down. The three mercenaries behind him also followed and sat on the right.

    This time, the fool could see that the mercenaries had been divided into two small groups.

    The two mercenaries sitting on the left looked as cold as ice and stared directly at Pedro sitting in the middle.

    For the two murderous eyes, Pedro, as a veteran, can be indifferent, but Cherchen next to him is very uncomfortable. He leaned aside and wanted to avoid. After all, he treated everyone as his uncle all the way. Now they go their separate ways, like strangers.

    "Everybody."

    Fortunately, the team leader took a step forward intentionally or unintentionally, blocking the eyes of the two murderers, which made Chechen less embarrassed.

    "Everyone," the team leader repeated, "there''s something to call you this morning. Please tell the specific situation to village head Mikhail."

    After two headless words, the leader pushed the village head of Mikhail to the front desk. After all, the caravan is at most an intermediary in the whole thing. If so, let the parties say it.

    Village head Mikhail also took two steps forward. He swept around with his eyes, swept everyone''s look like his eyes, and then cleared his throat and said, "Dear knights, I didn''t want to disturb your rest, but there''s a big thing. A gang of robbers are going to rob the caravan."

    As soon as he said this, the village head of Mikhail swept around again. There were indifferent, stunned, eager, dignified and joking.

    Well, how could there be a joking expression? Mikhail couldn''t help looking at it again and confirmed it.

    Yes, it''s really a joking expression. It''s the middle-aged man next to the boy.

    "Is the news true, village head?" asked a mercenary sitting on the left. Chechen remembered his name as Cadiz.

    "Indeed, Yuri, a young man in the village, found it. These two days, a group of people have been wandering in the woods near the village, staring at the house in the west of the village from time to time."

    The house in the west of the village is where the caravan and mercenaries live.

    "How many of them?" continued the mercenary next to caddis.

    "Sometimes two or three, sometimes four or five."

    After asking, there was another silence.

    "The village head of Mikhail is a local and familiar. You should know something about the nearby bandit group."

    Breaking the silence was a tall and thin mercenary named Malone sitting behind Chechen. He always played with a Swiss halberd.

    Village head Mikhail didn''t answer immediately. He closed his eyes and began to think hard, as if to take out his memory from the depths of his mind.

    "There is such a gang of thieves. They call themselves the forest brotherhood and often rob passing caravans." after a while, village head Mikhail said.

    "How many of them?"

    "Fourteen or five."

    When village head Mikhail said that robbers were the only ones, everyone was relieved. This caravan, together with mercenaries, was also 15 people. Everyone was equal in number.

    "Team leader, what do you say to do?"

    Cadiz asked the caravan leader.

    What can I do! If you can, the team leader will disappear immediately. The honest looking village head of Mikhail told such a big lie in front of his face. The robber who attacked the village head became a robber who planned to attack the caravan in his mouth. This nature has changed. Mercenaries are duty bound to protect the caravan. It''s not good to admit it now, and it''s not good not to admit it.

    "Of course, it''s preemptive and destroy them."

    When the team leader was in a dilemma, Che Chen jumped up and said excitedly.

    Xiao Chechen repressed his inner excitement when he heard that a robber wanted to rob the caravan. All the way down, he finally had a chance to show his skills, and the number of robbers was only fourteen or five, maybe not as many as himself. In Chechen''s opinion, it was safe to take them.

    The team leader breathed a sigh of relief and someone robbed him of his words. Anyway, I have no responsibility.

    "The little knight is brave and resourceful. I admire him. It''s better to fight the wolf every day than to guard against the wolf every thousand days. The little Knight''s way is once and for all." village head Mikhail praised Cherchen in due time.

    Being praised by the village head, Che Chen was ashamed and happy, blushing like an apple.

    "Adults talk, children talk." Pedro yanked Cherchen''s clothes, pulled Cherchen back to his chair, and glared at him more fiercely.

    "The boy was shot," thought Pedro.

    Village head Mikhail will observe the crowd. How can old mercenary oil Pedro not? He has smelled a trace of fishiness from the stunned expression of the team leader, which is more certain. Obviously, Mikhail wanted to destroy the robbers by the hand of the mercenaries of the caravan. Robbers are real, but robbing caravans is not necessarily true.

    But Pedro didn''t want to puncture it. He also has his own selfishness. The mercenary group centered on himself has just been established. He also wants to take the opportunity to eliminate robbers to test the ability of each member of the team.

    "Do they have muskets?" Pedro asked the village head of Mikhail.

    "Yes, yes," the village head of Mikhail stammered. The bald middle-aged man was the only one who showed a joking expression just now. At the moment, he looked like he could see through himself. Why didn''t he make himself nervous.

    "This is Pedro, a veteran of the thirty year war," the caravan leader introduced to the village head.

    "Hello, hello. Yes, yes, but it''s not a firearm, it''s a hand-made firearm. It''s commonly known as iron call." village head Mikhail added.

    Hand made firearms are the most crude gunpowder firing weapons. In fact, this weapon is a hollow iron bar. It is not only slow to load, but also has no collimation. In addition, due to poor materials, many will explode within two shots. That''s why it''s called an iron cry, which means to hear a sound.

    It was said that it was an iron cry. Not only did Pedro feel relieved, but also other mercenaries showed a look of indifference. This is a mob.

    "Ladies and gentlemen, since we have decided to join the Polish army after entering the city, the elimination of robbers is just the stage for everyone''s promotion. We can eliminate them cleanly and take their heads into the city, so as to give those nobles a high look." Pedro encouraged.

    "OK, OK, OK." the mercenaries sitting on the right answered in unison.

    "What do you think?" Pedro turned to caddis and the mercenary next to him. Of all, only these two rejected their offer to join the Polish army.

    The two men looked at each other and caddis said, "we only listen to the arrangement of the employer."

    Then he looked at the leader.

    "Let''s go together and take care of more people." the leader swallowed his throat and said. At this stage of the situation, I can''t turn back. Even if you tell the truth now, you will be regarded as a liar and torn to pieces. We can only walk all the way to the dark. Good luck to everyone.