Now that Cherchen and Pedro have decided to join the army in Werner, the whereabouts of fedot and Fatima have become a problem. Fedot, in particular, was a czar Russian after all. They have to decide whether they want to go to Werner with Cherchen.

    When the caravan took a short break, Pedro put the problem on the table. As he expected, fedot was really struggling in his heart.

    Although he is now a fugitive, czar Russia is his mother after all. Who doesn''t hesitate when shooting at his mother''s other sons! But fedot had no way to go and stayed in the land occupied by czar Russia. Even if he was careful, it was difficult to ensure that he would not be found by general Yakov''s running dogs. Killing the general''s adjutant is a capital crime, and Yakov, who feels insulted by his dignity, will never let fedot die so happily.

    Fedot didn''t speak for a long time, and Pedro didn''t force him to make a decision immediately.

    "Miss Fatima, what about you?" Pedro threw the same question to Fatima.

    Fatima''s injured right hand has been fixed by the wicker branch. The two fingers of her left hand clamp the tip of the short knife, throw it up and catch it.

    "I don''t care. And according to the contract, I should kill Yakov for you before completing the task. Of course, I will go wherever you go during this period. And I feel very good with Chechen children. But I make it clear in advance that I won''t give you face if Lao Shi yanush or his men insult my faith."

    Fatima compared her neck with a short knife.

    Although the words were not good, Fatima clearly expressed her willingness to join Cherchen and Pedro.

    "Great, sister Fatima," said Chechen happily. He rushed up to give Fatima a big hug and was so frightened that Fatima quickly put away her short knife. This one accidentally wiped his neck.

    "I''m sorry, you two. I appreciate your revenge for me, but I really can''t shoot my compatriots. Unlike that damn Gregory, they didn''t hurt me."

    At this time, fedot also made a decision. Although not so and Pedro''s mind, it''s also reasonable.

    "Where are you going, fedot?" asked Pedro, picking the campfire with the branch in his hand.

    "I''m going to Astrakhan. My wife is there. I haven''t seen her in four years," fedot said.

    "I don''t know how far Astrakhan is, but how can you get there without money? And there must be checkpoints along the way. Maybe you were caught by general Yakov''s men before you got out of Smolensk province."

    Fedot was silent, which he really didn''t think of just now.

    "Uncle fedot, why don''t you come with us," said Chechen.

    "Chechen, as I said just now, I won''t talk to..." fedot thought that Chechen didn''t hear what he just said, and was ready to repeat it again.

    But Chechen waved his hand.

    "Uncle fedot, I know what you mean. You don''t want to shoot your compatriots. I mean, my uncle and I hired you as our escort to escort us to Werner."

    "But aren''t you mercenaries yourself?"

    "You see, there are only three of us now, and the old, small and injured are not safe. I don''t think you can rest assured. Let''s go alone." Chechen said cunningly.

    Fedot looked at the old (PEDro), the small (Chechen) and the injured (Fatima). He was really worried that such a combination would go on the road alone.

    "Moreover, we pay you 40 Taylor a month. You don''t need to fight. Just protect my uncle and me. After a few years, you can take hundreds of Taylor back to Astrakhan, which is no better than you now go back empty handed!" Chechen continued to bewitch.

    Yesterday, fedott showed his shooting skills, which was really admired by Cherchen. He really hoped that fedott would stay and teach himself some skills.

    "Well, I''ll go to Werner with you, too."

    Chechen''s words finally moved fedot, and he also decided to go to Werner with Chechen and others.

    See don''t need to let go with fedot and Fatima, Cherchen is laughing.

    And even happier is Pedro. It is not only because fedot and Fatima have added two good helpers to him, but also because Cherchen has a more smooth style of doing things.

    Three days later, in locknia, Cherchen and others parted hands with Ehrlich. Efrich and his caravan were to return to Riga via Pskov; While Chechen and others are going to Werner, the nearest route is to take another road through Polotsk.

    At the time of parting, Pedro spent money to buy fedot''s Turkish musket rented from efrich as fedot''s weapon and a wicker carriage.

    After parting from Ehrlich and his caravan, Chechen and others continued on their way.

    On the way, they spent the night in a monastery near the forest. The priest there listened to Chechen and Pedro''s confession and entertained them.

    The next morning, the four set off again. Out of the forest, they turned to the West. At the junction of the river, they continued along the river. The road also passes through a primeval forest and swamp. At sunset, the roar of Longhorn bison and bison can be heard in the primeval forest. At night, the eyes of the wolf can be seen flashing behind the dense hazel trees.

    The greatest danger threatening pedestrians on this road is the refugees who fled into the forest because of the war. Some of them have become bandits and robbers in order to survive. Their eyes glowed like hungry wolves in the dark and silent forest, ready to attack the lone travelers.

    On their first day alone, Chechen met three or four groups of such robbers, or it is more appropriate to call them refugees. These skinny guys, holding sharpened sticks or sickles, followed them slowly more than ten meters away from the four people. Chechen knew that if it hadn''t been for the firegun in fedot''s hand, these people would have rushed up.

    Fortunately, in the end, they were awed by the power of the musket, stopped tracking and waited for the next batch of weaker prey.

    Out of the forest, the road suddenly opened up. This section of the road is far away from the forest where robbers ambush, which is much safer.

    So they moved on quietly.

    Such a trip is undoubtedly monotonous, because there is no pedestrian along the way. In the morning, Chechen lay on the wicker carriage with a straw pole in his mouth and looked at the sky idly, while Fatima and fedot were sleepy.

    About a day before Polotsk, they finally heard the snorts and hoofs of horses behind them.

    The sound of the horse''s hooves was very urgent at the beginning, as if they were about to approach Chechen and his party. But suddenly he slowed down, holding the tail of the carriage, at a distance of 70 or 80 meters from Chechen.

    "Uncle fedot, do you think they are tracking us?" Chechen was not sure about this situation, so he asked fedot.

    Fedot held the gun in one hand and put a awning between his eyebrows in the other. His eyesight was excellent. After looking at it for a while, he said to Chechen, "there are only two of them. They should not be robbers. It''s like a routed army."

    Pedro turned his head when fedot said this. He looked around and replied like an experienced traveler:

    "There is no shelter around here. Robbers have no place to ambush. Moreover, bandits usually don''t block the way and rob during the day."

    "Uncle, let''s stop and wait for them to see what they want to do?" said Chechen.

    After all, even if these two people have no malice, it doesn''t feel good to be followed.

    So Pedro stopped the carriage. They quietly hid their weapons in a hidden and easy to take out place, and then stood in the way, facing the horses coming, waiting there.

    When the carriage stopped, the two knights seemed to hesitate and stopped on the road. After a while, one of the Knights rode forward. He walked very slowly and seemed to be on guard against the four Chechen.

    "Praise God."

    "Always praise."

    "Hello, fellow travelers," added the knight.

    At this time, Chechen looked at the man in front of him carefully.

    The knight was not tall, with a moustache and a face as strong as a granite sculpture. His body was covered with smoke. His horse was wounded in many places, but the wound had scabbed. Obviously, the little knight had experienced a battle not long ago, but he was lucky not to be hurt.

    "I also wish you a safe trip," Chechen replied.

    For the purpose of cultivating Chechen to be alone, after breaking up with the caravan, Pedro consciously pushed Chechen to the front desk. As the leader of this small team.

    "This is a soldier!" Chechen thought to himself, looking at the little knight.

    But then the little Knight shut up again. Cherchen found that the little Knight wanted to say something several times, but he wanted to talk and stopped.

    Seeing this situation, Chechen said again, "are we in the way of you and your friends? If so, we can make way for you to go first."

    The road is very wide, even if two carriages are side by side, not to mention that the other side is riding. When Che Chen said this, he was just playing hard to get, forcing the little knight to say what he wanted to say.

    Chechen''s move really worked. When the little Knight saw that Chechen was going to make way for himself, he quickly said, "no, No. you''re not in the way. In fact, my friend was seriously injured. He bumped on the horse for a long time, and now the wound is broken again. I hope you can let him lie on the carriage and take us all the way."

    "Of course, I won''t lose your money," added the little knight.

    "How did your companion get hurt? I think you look like a soldier. Are you from the Polish army?" Chechen asked.

    From Ehrlich, he vaguely knew that after the battle of Smolensk, the Russian army on the other side was also fighting with the Polish army.

    The little Knight did not speak to this question.

    Originally, after hearing the little Knight''s request, Chechen was very willing to help these two people. Although we met by chance, the little Knight doesn''t look like a bad man, and it''s not Chechen''s character to die.

    Just the identity of these two soldiers and their secretive words made Chechen hesitate. He couldn''t help thinking.

    Seeing that Chechen was silent, the little knight was a little anxious. He took off a gold ring in his left hand and handed it to Chechen.

    "My companion is really badly hurt. I made such a request because you are all chivalrous people. Take this ring first. When you arrive in Polotsk, there will be more gold for you."

    Pedro''s ears straightened when he heard the word gold. He quickly jumped out of the car, took the ring in the little Knight''s hand and weighed it in his hand.

    "We were all chivalrous people. Do you really have a lot of gold?" Pedro asked hurriedly.

    No wonder he was so greedy for money. He spent too much money from assassinating Gregory to fleeing. Most of their savings were spent on hiring Fatima, bribing city gate guards and buying carriages.

    "Uncle!" Chechen grabbed the gold ring in Pedro''s hand and handed it back to the little knight.

    "We are not selfish people. You''d better put away this ring. We''ll help you. You go and get your friend in the car and we''ll go on the road together," Chechen said.

    The little Knight showed gratitude. He thanked Chechen again and again, and then rode back to pick up his companions.

    "That''s an expert with a sword."

    When the little Knight went far, Fatima, sitting in the car, said to everyone.

    The little Knight talked to Chechen, and Fatima kept watching him. Different from what Chechen saw, Fatima saw something that only a person who had been practicing martial arts since childhood could see.

    "His phalanges are very broad, and the tiger''s mouth is calloused. This is the mark left by often using the sword. Moreover, when he first approached us, he always kept his waist on his horse. If we made any adverse moves, he could draw the knife back as quickly as possible."

    Fatima analyzed it professionally.

    "Then who is more powerful than Fatima you?" Chechen asked.

    "I can''t compare, I can''t compare." Fatima shook her head. She had been practicing murder skills such as assassination and sneak attack since she was a child, and the little Knight obviously took the road of fighting on the battlefield. Two people, one bright and one dark, each good at winning, can only say.

    Chechen wanted to ask again, but at this time, the little knight had come back with his companion''s horse.

    At this time, Cherchen found that the injured person was really seriously injured.