The young man held by Chechen is yelishei. The young aristocrat of Czar Russia fell into unease and deep contradictions after he knew the plot of general Yakov cherkaski to massacre the mercenary regiment.

    Of course, yelishei knew the mercenary regiment, and knew that many of his compatriots and comrades in arms died under the mercenary regiment led by Franco. If it was on the battlefield, yelishei would not hesitate to draw his sword and fight to the end for the duty of soldiers and the honor of nobility.

    But the slaughter of a group of unarmed capitulators went beyond Yeltsin''s bottom line. Although he was not the eldest son of the family, the education yelishei gave their brothers was no different. As a child, yelisi''s father taught yelisi to cherish the glory of the nobility. In elishey''s view, the slaughter of prisoners of war is the most tarnishing thing of aristocracy.

    Yelishei thought of persuading general Yakov cherkaski not to do so. But he knew very well that his words were light. Such advice would not have any effect, but would burn himself.

    He also thought about sneaking to the mercenary regiment to remind the mercenary regiment to run away, but he couldn''t pass himself. He is the aristocrat of Czar Russia and the descendant of Boye aristocrats who regard loyalty as their life. How can he sell his motherland to help foreigners.

    Needless to say, Yeltsin''s character is contradictory. It was because of this contradiction that yelishei knew that he had made a decision today. He wanted to tell Prince Alexei about it. Only by asking the prince to come forward could he save the mercenary regiment.

    Therefore, without notifying anyone, yelishei took the horse from the stable of the castle and was ready to catch up with the prince''s army. Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the gate of the city, he was held by a half-year-old boy.

    "I don''t know. Ask someone else." yelishei tried hard to pull back the sleeve held by Chechen. It''s urgent. He has no time to delay.

    But when Chechen saw that yelishei knew but was so perfunctory, he impatiently pulled back his sleeves and was a little unhappy. He not only didn''t let go, but also grasped more tightly.

    "You must know. Tell me quickly. It won''t take you too much time."

    "Let go!" yelisheyi was worried. He saw that Chechen not only didn''t let go, but pulled more tightly, which was also a burst of anxiety. Seeing that the flow of people around him was sparse, he simply jumped on horseback. This time, he finally broke away from the entanglement of Chechen.

    "I really have something urgent. You''ll know when you go to the city." yelishei left such a sentence and rushed to the horizon.

    "Cherchen, are you okay?"

    Pedro, who had been led into the city gate by the stream of people, saw that Chechen didn''t follow up, and quickly turned back to the city gate to find him. He saw that Chechen''s left hand held his right palm, and his face also showed a painful expression. He asked anxiously.

    "Nothing, uncle. I just scratched my palm."

    It turned out that in the pulling just now, Chechen''s palm was scratched by the armor piece on yelishei''s sleeve. The delicate palm was cut by the edge of the smooth armor.

    Pedro looked at his nephew''s injured palm. The wound was not deep, but cut a little skin.

    But in this era without antibiotics, even a small wound will kill people if it is not handled properly. Pedro didn''t dare to be careless, so he quickly took out the wound medicine and put it on for Chechen.

    "Uncle, is there any meeting in the city today?"

    After uncle Pedro wrapped himself up, Cherchen asked again.

    "I don''t know, but there are so many people. It should be a big deal. When we sell the bear skin, my uncle will take you to have a look." of course, Pedro knew Cherchen''s child''s nature, so he promised.

    In this way, Chechen really wanted to sell the "inconvenient" bear skin immediately. He took Pedro to the business area quickly, but Pedro dragged Chechen to the direction of the inn.

    When he entered the inn, Pedro asked the waiter of the inn, "which room does Lord Everich live in?"

    The man named Everich was Pedro, the leader of the caravan they escorted from Riga to Smolensk. They should have left long ago, but they had to stay in Smolensk for a few months because of the war. Now the war is finally over, and ephrish''s caravan is ready to leave here. Pedro came here just to sell him bear skin. After all, Pedro knew Everich better than the local businessmen in Smolensk.

    The man pointed to the third room upstairs, indicating that Pedro said Everrich lived there.

    Maybe it was the sixth sense. Chechen suddenly felt that someone was looking at him in the corner. He turned to the corner of the inn, where a bearded man with a round hat was sitting next to the square table. The man''s eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he was staring at Chechen.

    Seeing a stranger staring directly at him, Chechen felt very uncomfortable. Although there was no malice in the man''s eyes.

    "Uncle, look over there." Chechen wanted to remind Pedro to pay attention to the man, but Pedro was not listening to Chechen. He quickly took Chechen up and knocked on the door of the third room upstairs.

    Soon the door was opened.

    "Mr. Pedro, and Mr. Chechen. What can I do for you to come to me so early?" averich asked in surprise when he saw that it was the two acquaintances.

    "Mr. Everich, of course we''re here to do business with you." Pedro raised his package and shook it.

    Averich clearly saw the bear skin in one corner of the package. He showed his merchant''s sincere smile, and then hurriedly invited his uncles and nephews in.

    When Pedro and Cherchen came in, Everich couldn''t wait to take the package from Pedro and put it on the table to open it.

    Everich''s eyes lit up at the sight of the bear''s skin. This is indeed a perfect bear skin. It is not only bright in color, but also rare that there is no damage on the top and bottom of the bear skin.

    "How''s it going? It''s good." when Pedro saw Everich''s focused eyes, he knew that Everich had been fascinated by the bear skin.

    "What a nice fur," said Everich.

    "Six hundred Taylor sold you," Pedro said bluntly.

    "Six hundred?" averich was stunned. He quickly estimated the price in his mind. To be honest, six hundred Taylor is not expensive.

    "Well, six hundred is six hundred."

    Different from the haggard Jewish businessmen, Ehrlich is a typical Swedish character. He will never hesitate as long as it conforms to his own heart.

    "Deal." Pedro shook hands with Everich happily.

    Efrich took a bag full of Taylor from the box at the head of the bed, handed it to Pedro, and carefully put the bear''s skin away.

    Seeing that the transaction was completed so quickly, Chechen hurried his uncle to the square.

    But when the business was done, Pedro chatted with Everich.

    "Mr. Everrich, you''re going home soon."

    "Yes, I''ll leave tomorrow. How long do you have to stay here?"

    Ehrlich knew that the mercenary regiment had signed a surrender agreement, but he didn''t know the length of time stipulated in the agreement.

    "There are still three months left. It''s a hard time."

    At the thought of the long three months, Pedro was also full of bitterness.

    "Do you have any plans for the future? I mean in three months," Everich asked again.

    "It''s up to our commander." although Franco''s plan has been known about the future of the mercenary regiment, Pedro dare not easily disclose it to outsiders.

    "Captain Franco is certainly farsighted," averich said without nutrition. Good at observing words and expressions, he certainly heard that Pedro was unwilling to talk more about this issue.

    "Mr. Everich, who do you think will win the war?"

    Originally, as an audience, Cherchen asked a question he was interested in.

    "The Republic of Poland, of course," said Ehrlich confidently.

    "Why?" even Pedro was interested this time.

    The general of the Smolensk war made Pedro not optimistic about the future of the Republic of Poland.

    "Because the great King Carl will not let the atrocities of Czar Russia go. His majesty our great king has warned the so-called czar not to covet the territory of the Republic of Poland, and threatened that once czar Russia invaded Poland, he will fight with czar Russia to defend Poland." Everich said with confidence.

    King Carl x, the current king of the kingdom of Sweden.

    "Did King Carl really say that?" asked Pedro eagerly.

    If the Swedes would really take part in the war, the army of the backward czar Russia would not be the opponent of the coalition forces of Poland and Sweden.

    "Of course, his Majesty the king spoke generously in Parliament more than once. He even proposed to help the Republic of Poland suppress the Cossacks of zaporoze," averich vowed.

    "If so, that would be great," said Pedro with heartfelt emotion.

    He really did not want Franco to fail again after following Poland.

    At this time, someone knocked on the door again.

    "Who?" Everich asked, quickly putting the bear''s skin away.

    "It''s me, Mr. Everich. It''s fedot," replied the man outside the door.

    "Why are you here again?"

    Chechen obviously felt that Ehrlich was obviously impatient with fedot''s attitude.

    "Mr. Everrich, I''ve come with money this time," said fedot outside the door.

    "How much is it?"

    "One hundred Taylor."

    "Not enough, not enough. Didn''t I tell you? There''s no need to talk about two hundred Taylor." in the last sentence, Ehrlich yelled.

    There''s no movement outside again.

    "What''s the matter? Mr. Everrich, does the man outside want to buy anything?" Chechen asked strangely.

    "Buy a gun."

    "Buy a gun? What gun is so expensive?" Chechen was shocked.

    In Eastern Europe at that time, the price of ordinary muskets was only a few dozen Taylor, and even the most advanced mikale muskets were only a hundred Taylor. And averich''s firearm offered a sky high price of 200 Taylor.

    "Of course it''s not an ordinary gun. My gun not only has a long range, but also has enough power."

    Pedro was just about to say that efrich was bragging and asked him to take out the amazing musket. But just then, the door of the room was kicked open.

    "Fedot, what are you doing?" exclaimed Everich in fear.

    Chechen was surprised to find that fedot was the middle-aged man who had been staring at him just now.

    "Mr. Everrich, I really can''t help it. Take this 100 Tyler first, lend me your musket, and I''ll give it back to you when I''m finished."

    Originally, chuchen thought that the man named fedot would break in and rob him. Unexpectedly, he begged.

    "This is also a poor man," Chechen thought to himself.

    "Excuse me? What if you don''t get it back! Go, go." Everich was a little guilty when he saw fedot breaking in, afraid that he would make any unusual moves. At this moment, he was strong again when he saw fedot''s character.

    Seeing that Ehrlich had no room to slow down, fedot''s face turned blue and red. At last he seemed to make a great determination and put his hand on his back.

    "Be careful!" Chechen shouted.

    Fedot pulled out a dagger from behind.