"Your mercenary regiment is coming to an end."

    After getting a positive reply from Cherchen, fedot bowed his head and said.

    "Over? Why is it over? Mr. fedot, do you know anything?" Chechen hurriedly asked.

    Pedro and Everrich were anxious and confused when fedot said inexplicably that the mercenary regiment was coming to an end.

    "I don''t know exactly. I just know that my enemy came to my punishment camp with a guard that day. He found the supervisor in the camp, and then the supervisor summoned us all. My enemy told everyone that general Yakov chose a village as everyone''s booty in order to reward the brothers of the punishment camp for their hard work in attacking the city. Everything there It''s all from the correctional camp. "

    "That village is ludnia!" exclaimed Chechen.

    Fido nodded and continued:

    "When our supervisor, koshevoy, asked the people in rudnia what to do, my enemy made a gesture of falling with a knife, which meant that none of them would stay. When I saw that he was still alive, the anger of hatred was coming out of my eyes. At this time, when I heard that he was going to kill innocent people indiscriminately, I couldn''t help jumping on him and punched him severely. But before I killed him , I was pulled away. Fortunately, everyone didn''t like the monkey guy, but he didn''t embarrass me. "

    When fedotte mentioned that the man looked like a monkey, Pedro''s eyebrows moved slightly, and he remembered a man.

    "What''s the name of your enemy?" asked Pedro.

    "Gregory, I''ll never forget this guy''s name," fedot said gnashing his teeth.

    Now, Pedro knows. All this was probably the idea of the Czar Russian general named Yakov cherkaski, because Gregory was his adjutant. Perhaps there is also the matter of Prince Alexei, because Franco once refused Alexei''s solicitation.

    "Uncle, let''s hurry back to rudenia to inform the regimental commander of them." Chechen said anxiously.

    But Pedro didn''t promise immediately, because he still had a few points to ask.

    "When did your correctional camp leave, Mr. fedot? Did they ride or walk?" asked Pedro.

    "Early in the morning, they set out on the west gate. Except for a few heads riding, others walked, and there were several simple carriages."

    Pedro looked at the sun outside the window. Now the sun was over his head. If they had started in the morning, they should have walked almost half the way by now. And they''re going west gate, which may have to go a long way.

    "If I hurry back now, I don''t know whether the time will come or not," thought Pedro irritably. Although he knew the chance was slim, he had to try - the murderers who ran half their way.

    "Mr. fedot, what you said concerns the lives of hundreds of people. Now, I have one last question for you. I hope you can answer it honestly." Pedro said seriously.

    The nearby Cherchen saw that things were so urgent that his uncle still had time to ask questions. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He looked at Pedro and fedot. He wished uncle Pedro had finished asking and fedot had finished answering earlier.

    "Excuse me," fedot said, looking into Pedro''s eyes. His eyes were clear.

    "Haven''t you thought of going to rudnia to rob? I think you are very short of money. Maybe you can go to rudnia and the two hundred Taylor will be all together." Pedro said word by word, staring into fedot''s eyes.

    This question seems simple, but it is actually very important to Pedro and the mercenary regiment. Because general Yakov cherkaski wants to bloodbath the mercenary regiment, up to now, it is fedot''s one-sided statement. Whether things are really what fedott said is unknown to everyone. If fedott''s story is false, then commander Franco, listening to the false news brought back by Pedro and Cherchen, led the mercenary regiment to leave rudnia without authorization, which is a violation of the agreement reached with czar Russia. At that time, Prince Alexei and general Yakov cherkaski will be able to put an end to the mercenary regiment. As a member of the mercenary regiment, Pedro must consider this possibility. Moreover, fedot appeared in front of him as a "robber". What the "robber" said was a bit true and a bit false. Pedro had to weigh it.

    Fedot''s hair bristled with anger at the question. His eyes were as wide as brass bells, as if they were about to fall out of his eyes. The sharpshooter seemed to have been greatly stigmatized. He wanted to tear Pedro in half.

    But he held back.

    "Mr. Pedro."

    It took a long time for fedot to spit out a foul breath. He fought back his anger and said calmly: "I''m really short of money. But I''m not the kind of person who does everything for money. Yes, I work in the correctional camp. It''s a dirty place. But I''ve never forgotten to be a good man. I pray every day so as not to pollute my heart. You may say I''m hypocritical. Where do I come from if I don''t steal or rob From inside? Then I can tell you that I earned all this from hunting. I''m a hunter. Even if I''m a hundred steps away, I can shoot a sparrow in the head. With this ability, I''ve killed beavers and bears. "

    Fedot said, and Peter took fedot''s hands from Rome. Pedro put his hand on his lips and kept kissing.

    "Thank you, thank you. Brother. Please forgive me for doubting you. But in this world, how many people can be as honest as you."

    Obviously, Pedro fully believed fedotte''s words. The veteran felt no hypocrisy in fedot''s body.

    After kissing fedot''s hand, Pedro grabbed Cherchen''s hand and ran downstairs. There is no time to waste. The two must rush back to rudnia before the correctional camp.

    Out of the hotel, the street was full of people heading for the square.

    The horse race is about to begin.

    Suddenly, Pedro stopped. Meanwhile, Chechen, who had been running with Pedro''s hands, almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

    "Uncle, why don''t you go!"

    Pedro didn''t go because he thought of a key problem - that is, if they rely on two legs, they will never catch up with the front of the correctional camp and return to rudnia. They need two horses, and they are two fast horses.

    "Cherchen, we have to find a way to get two horses. If we can''t, we can''t get back," said Pedro.

    Easier said than done. Smolensk''s bustling horse market has long been closed because of the war. Now, except in the army of Czar Russia, horses are the families of rich and powerful families.

    Just when uncle and nephew were in trouble, a few Ma Ming came from the square.

    "I have a way!" Chechen had an idea.

    This time, Cherchen took Pedro forward. They followed the crowd to the square.

    At this time, all the horses in the competition have been in place, waiting for the referee''s order.

    "Uncle, we''ll grab a horse later and rush straight out of the city." Chechen whispered to Pedro.

    Pedro was shocked by Cherchen''s bold idea of robbing horses in public. He didn''t expect his nephew to have such a "bad" side, but now, what else can he do without robbing the horse!

    Pedro''s thoughts turned, and his palm firmly shook Cherchen''s hand and agreed. Uncle and nephew slowly pushed through the wall and tried to get close to the inner circle.

    At this time, the mounts of little anzumov and Puqi were ready to move. I don''t know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the enemy of little anzumov and Puqi were arranged in one or two tracks. For the advantage of one horse head, the two men and two horses did not give in to each other and almost crossed the red line several times.

    "Anzumov, if you win, I''ll buy you a drink," Pucci said confidently.

    Little anzumov heard the speech and looked at Puqi without answering. Just a sneer.

    On the temporary stand, the Tsarist Russian officer, as the referee, took a look at general Yakov. Yakov nodded to the officer that he could start.

    The officer raised his gun hand so that everyone could see it.

    Little anzumov and Pucci pricked their ears and leaned against the horse''s back, ready.

    At the same time, Chechen and Pedro jumped out of the human wall while everyone''s attention was on the starting gun. Like lightning, they pulled the unsuspecting little anzumov and Puqi off their horses, and then stepped on the stirrups and jumped onto their backs.

    The whole process was completed in an instant. Not only did the audience not react, but even the little anzumov and Puqi who fell to the ground were at a loss.

    Just then, the gunshot rang out. Chechen and Pedro threw the reins and galloped towards the city gate, and several other riders also habitually followed.

    There was a cry of surprise in the crowd, and finally someone reacted.

    "Quick, quick! Catch them, catch these two horse thieves," cried the little count anzumov, who fell to the ground, pointing to the direction of Chechen and Pedro.

    General Yakov stood up with an angry face. He did not expect that someone would dare to disturb the game and embarrass himself. He wanted to catch those two lawless guys in front of him now. He wanted to execute them with the cruelest punishment.

    It''s not easy to catch up. The race road leading to the city gate has been cleared in advance, and now there is no pedestrian. It can be said that it is unobstructed, and the mounts of little anzumov and Puqi are the best horses in all. They soon left the others behind and rushed out of the gate first.

    Not to mention the panic in the city and Yakov''s anger, Pedro and Chechen hurried in the direction of rudnia. On the way, uncle and nephew saw a lot of disorderly footprints and ruts. Obviously, the murderers preparing to bloody wash rudnia are in front of themselves.

    "Come on, come on." Chechen kept shouting in his heart. The whip he slapped on the horse''s ass was more and more urgent.

    But they were still a step late. When they arrived near rudnia, there were several thick black smoke in the sky of rudnia - it was definitely not the smoke of dinner.

    Pedro tied the horse in the woods, then took Cherchen and bent close to the village entrance of rudnia.

    What came into view was a sight splitting scene. The bandits rushed into the village waving weapons. The soldiers of the mercenary regiment who had confronted them were cut down on the ground like fallen birch trees.

    Some people tried to resist, but they were unarmed. The bandits were particularly cruel to the injured. They smashed the head of the injured with flail like rice.

    The maid of the mercenary regiment was chased by the bandits and her clothes were damaged. Their screams aroused the lust of the bandits.