Early the next morning, the mercenaries set out in three sleds borrowed from the village. The young man named Yuri, who found the trace of robbers in the mouth of village head Mikhail, served as a guide and guided the mercenaries.

    Yuri was seventeen or eighteen years old and had blond hair shining like gold. He was an optimist and talked endlessly all the way. However, what he said were all interesting things that Chechen had never seen or heard. In addition, they were similar in age. After a while, they became good friends.

    "Do you know ''crooked nose'' creunos? That''s a strong general of our Cossacks. When he attacked Bolong castle, he stormed down a wall and scared all the noble men to kneel down and pray for their lives. It is said that in that battle, more than 50 regiment flags were captured alone." Yuri listened vividly, as if he was there.

    "I also want to shave my hair like a Cossack," Yuri drew a circle on his head. "It''s the one that leaves only one lock in the middle and shaves all the sides, but grandpa won''t let it."

    With that, Yuri sighed and frowned.

    "Yuri, you are polish. I heard that Cossacks are rebels and murderous demons. Why do you want to join them?" Chechen asked vaguely.

    From the mouth of Pedro and everyone, Cherchen also understood the situation on the mainland. He knew that the so-called Cossacks had launched a rebellion in Ukraine and that czar Russia was about to attack the Republic of Poland. In Chechen''s mind, rebellion and aggression are unjust, and everyone should hate them, but Yuri dreams of becoming a Cossack.

    "No!" hearing what Chechen said, Yuri jumped up angrily. He retorted loudly: "Cossacks are heroes. Cossacks, unlike those noble old men, only hide in castles. They resisted the invasion of Tatars and Turks. Once, they knocked down Istanbul and scared the Turkish Sultan to pee his pants. Moreover, we are not poles, we are lusenians." Yuri stood on the sledge and said a long paragraph. When he finished, he was out of breath.

    "Aren''t lusenians poles?" as a foreigner, Cherchen originally thought that the lusenians in the mouth of Yuri and Mikhail village chiefs were the same as the Barcelona and Aragon people in his own country. They were just geographical names. Unexpectedly, they were completely different from his own understanding.

    "Of course not," said Yuri, who was ready to explain when he had had enough breath.

    But the next words were interrupted by Pedro.

    "All right, young man. Look, is that the pine forest ahead where the robbers are camping?"

    It turned out that, unknowingly, the sledge had reached the end of the road, and there was only a pine forest in front of it.

    Yuri jumped out of the car. He shrugged his nose and sniffed hard. Then he ran forward for dozens of steps and squatted down to pick up the snow on the ground.

    "That''s it," Yuri said as he ran back to the sledge.

    "Are you sure?" caddis asked in the second sledge.

    "Well," Yuri nodded firmly. "There used to be a rosin processing plant there, which was abandoned. Then the robbers took it as their camp. Smell it carefully to see if there is the smell of rosin in the air; and I just opened the soil and looked at it. The soil is black, which is the result of tar scattered on the ground."

    Listening to Yuri''s words, Chechen also sniffed hard. There was indeed a faint smell of pine.

    Everyone no longer doubted. Everyone got off the sleigh and began to make final preparations.

    "Chechen, you and Yuri stay here to watch the horses and sledges," Pedro said to Chechen as he inserted two pistols into his belt.

    "Why? Uncle Pedro, didn''t you promise to bring me?" Pedro''s words quenched Chechen''s enthusiasm like a basin of cold water. At this time, Chechen looked at his uncle like an old liar.

    "I mean to bring you here. Now you''re here too, aren''t you? And Cherchen, what uncle wants to give you is also very important." Pedro said solemnly.

    "What''s the matter?" after so many times, Cherchen has some distrust of Uncle Pedro.

    "You''ve read so many books, you should know. Our mercenaries fight like the army. We should have pioneers, Chinese troops and guards. Otherwise, if the robbers surround us from behind, there will be no one behind us, so we will be attacked by the enemy. Uncle put you behind to ensure the safety of our rear. Your burden is very heavy, everyone''s back It''s all up to you. "

    Convinced, greatly convinced. All the people looked at Pedro with disdain on their faces. They lied to a child to tell such a great truth.

    But Chechen was very fond of this. Hearing that Pedro said his responsibility was so great, Chechen immediately patted his chest to ensure the safety of everyone''s back.

    After arranging for Cherchen, the members of the mercenary regiment entered the pine forest. It was as dark as night in the pine forest, but occasionally some sunshine penetrated through the pine branches filled with snow. All the way, everyone didn''t say a word. The pine forest was too quiet. Once a loud noise was made, it would disturb the robbers.

    After walking for a quarter of an hour, the scene in front of me suddenly opened up. It turned out that there was a large open space in such a dense pine forest.

    There is a big wooden house in this open space. The chimney of the wooden house was emitting black gas. It seemed that the smell of tar came from here. There were dozens of empty tar barrels piled on the wall of the wooden house. A man in an unknown fur coat was waving an axe to split the pine wood.

    Pedro, they hid in the pine forest for another quarter of an hour and kept watching. During this time, seven or eight people walked in and out of the wooden house. Everything seemed normal.

    "Boss, is it them?" Malone was a little uncertain. The others looked at Pedro, too.

    "I have a way." Pedro stood up, blew hot air into his hands and walked out of the woods.

    "Who?" the man in front of the wooden house also saw Pedro and asked loudly.

    "Buy tar." Pedro''s voice was higher than the man.

    Bang.

    The answer this time was a gunshot.

    "That''s them," said Pedro, instinctively short at the sound of the gun, and then shouted behind him as he drew his gun.

    The mercenaries who had been lying in ambush in the woods jumped up and rushed out. Those with guns run and shoot. Sawdust flew across the walls of the wooden house. During this period, a gun barrel was also stretched out from the window of the wooden house and shot out.

    The man outside the wooden house saw that the other party was crowded and fled into the wooden house. During this period, Pedro shot him, but he missed.

    Neither side was killed or injured in this round of exchange of fire. But the mercenary side succeeded in forcing the robbers into the wooden house, and then there was a turtle in a jar.

    "The door is locked." caddis rushed to the door of the wooden house first. He smashed the wooden butt of his carbine several times, and the wooden door didn''t move.

    As soon as Pedro heard this, he pulled out another pistol at his waist and fired a shot at the wooden door. The bullet passed through the wooden door.

    "The door is not thick. Everyone cuts it with a sword."

    Another smash. Not long after, the wooden door was cut open several big holes.

    "Slow down, slow down. Who are you?" some people in the room couldn''t hold on and began to beg for mercy.

    "Who are you?" asked Pedro.

    "We are honest forest brothers. We fight for ourselves, rob the rich and help the poor, and only leave some symbolic property as a reward for our brave fight."

    "That''s strange. Villagers nearby said there was a gang of robbers who robbed passing caravans, also known as forest brothers."

    The people inside will probably stop talking.

    Bang, bang, three more shots.

    One of the shots happened to knock out half of Malone''s ear. Malone was so mad that he turned the halberd back and hit it with all his strength.

    Finally, the wooden door was broken.

    There was a fire gun in the house, and then there were several wails.

    This fire gun came down, and I don''t know how many people it hit. Pedro and Fidel rushed in without waiting for the gun smoke to dissipate, and the two sides fought again in the house.

    Pedro''s opponent was a bearded man with a hatchet. In front of the big man''s horizontal axe, he could block Pedro''s sword strike. But then, the bearded man didn''t avoid Pedro''s straight stab. The tip of the sword penetrated his chest, and the man fell to the ground before he could shout.

    On the other side, Fidel''s broadsword met a sickle. The sickle was originally a kind of agricultural tool. Its inner edge was used to cut grass and wheat. When its blade is straightened, it becomes a weapon with a long handle.

    The sickle stabbed three times, and Fidel took three steps back to the corner. Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Fidel grabbed a chair next to him and stuck the sickle with the back of the chair.

    Due to excessive force, the sickle stuck in the back of the chair. The owner of the sickle pulled out several times without success. Taking this opportunity, Fidel waved his sword and cut off half of his opponent''s face.

    They immediately went to help the others. With the addition of Pedro and Fidel, several other mercenaries quickly solved their opponents. Although some injuries, they are not fatal. Three robbers were shot to death, seven were hacked to death by swords, and two were captured. The bodies of the dead robbers lay strewn in the wooden house.

    After a battle, Malone who lost one ear was the most seriously injured, which made Pedro very happy. In particular, the booty found in the wooden house made everyone ecstatic.

    Not to mention the more than 300 Taylor and all kinds of velvet and velvet cotton cloth, just ten barrels of tar is higher than the employment fee of everyone present this time.

    "I said, let''s not be mercenaries. Let''s be robbers," muttered a mercenary.

    "Then you wait to be robbed by the next group of robbers." Pedro was obviously in a good mood and joked.

    "Strange, didn''t village head Mikhail say there were fourteen or five robbers?" Fidel said thoughtfully, looking at the bodies on the ground and the two prisoners.

    When Fidel said this, Pedro felt a chill rush from the caudal vertebra to the forehead. He grabbed the collar of the prisoner kneeling on the ground and asked fiercely, "where are the others?"