After a day''s voyage, Chechen and his mercenary regiment finally arrived at miatelsk.
At this time, the myattles wharf was crowded, and countless people stood on the river bank and wharf, as if waiting for something.
"Uncle, come and have a look? Why are there so many people on the dock?" Chechen shouted at Pedro, who was still having lunch in the cabin.
Soon, Pedro went out of the cabin with bread and sausage in one hand and wine in the other.
"What''s up, my dear nephew?" asked Pedro vaguely, his mouth full of food.
Obviously, he didn''t hear the reason why Chechen called him.
"Look, there are people on the dock," said Chechen.
Pedro looked towards the shore. Although it is still far away, the colorful area on the shore is indeed full of people.
"They must have come to welcome us," said Pedro after some "careful consideration" and made his own judgment.
"Really?" Chechen had some doubts. He knows himself that the scene on the dock and the river bank is not too much to welcome a king. Now, although he has become the vassal of the raziweu family, he is still a trivial little man after all. How can he welcome himself to such a big battle.
"Of course, don''t underestimate yourself." Pedro patted his nephew on the shoulder with his hand full of food.
"You are the life-saving benefactor of Prince yanush raziwiu, and you have just made great achievements in Polotsk. Think carefully, who has won the army of Czar Russia except us. Didn''t the prince praise you in his letter to you? I think the prince prepared this ceremony for you."
Che Chen nodded suspiciously when he saw what his uncle said.
"Then we must ask everyone to freshen up and go ashore in high spirits," said Chechen.
"That''s how it should be. Let them see the heroism of our mercenary regiment. I''ll order it now." Pedro liked Cherchen''s idea very much. He immediately got off the cabin and ordered Fatima and others.
But when the fleet came to the shore and Chechen and others came to the dock in new clothes, he found that he and uncle Pedro were wrong.
The dock was silent, and everyone looked at themselves and the members of the mercenary regiment behind with a strange look.
Che Chen was a little flustered by this look. He and his companions stood on the dock like this, neither entering nor retreating.
After a while, a fat official finally got out of the crowd. The man ran to Chechen and asked, "which family mercenary are you? Get out of here quickly. Don''t you know who is coming back today?"
Chechen was asked a little confused. However, he immediately reacted.
"We are the mercenaries of the raziweu family," said Chechen.
The fat official looked up and down at Chechen with suspicion on his face.
"Since you said you were from our raziweu family, why didn''t you fly the family flag?" asked the fat official.
"This... We haven''t had time to do it yet." Chechen answered the fat official''s question somewhat hesitantly.
Because it was not long for him to join the raziweu family, and he encountered war in Polotsk after his establishment, he never had time to make the flag printed with the raziweu family. Although the matter is urgent and subject to power, it is not polite and legal after all.
"How can you prove it?" the fat official glanced at Chechen.
Fortunately, Chechen still has a letter from Prince yanush to him. The badge on the letter is enough to prove his identity. But when Cherchen was ready to take out the letter, the fat official was impatient.
"All right, all right. Now I don''t care if you are the mercenaries of our lazeviu family. Get out of the dock quickly. Don''t make trouble for me."
For the fat official''s series of impatience and discrimination, Chechen was also a little angry. He was about to ask what trouble he would bring to him. He saw the official show an extremely frightened expression.
"You, and you, stand aside quickly. If the prince asks later, you will say you are the soldiers guarding the wharf. And hurry to drive your ship away!" the official said quickly and anxiously.
"Prince? Is Prince yanushi coming?" Chechen heard the official mention "Prince". He thought Prince yanushi came in person and hurried to ask.
"It''s the prince, not the old prince. It''s our horse warden. The prince is back." the official hurriedly dropped a sentence and ran to another berthing point.
The Royal Horse warden, the cousin of Prince yanush, is also the official title of Prince boguslav of the raziwiu family. But Chechen doesn''t know this.
"Captain, look."
At this time, Fatima, standing behind Chechen, said to Chechen. Everyone looked in the direction of Fatima''s finger and saw a big three masted ship on the river at some time.
The ship was more than five times larger than the largest ship in Chechen''s fleet. In Chechen''s visual inspection, the three masted ship was more than 50 meters long and 9 meters wide. There were 30 openings on one side of the warship. So, this ship can be equipped with 60 guns.
Obviously, this must be the Royal horse and Prince''s boat in the official''s mouth.
The big ship leaned against the dock. When the hatch opened, everyone on the shore burst into earth shaking shouts as if after an extremely tight rehearsal.
"Welcome back!"
"Long live the prince!"
As the crowd shouted, the deafening salute also rang.
In the sound of shouting and salute, a middle-aged man in gorgeous dress came out of the middle cabin. The man is about thirty years old, with thin lips. He wears a white wig and a two pointed moustache. He looks extremely handsome. Because the man''s face was powdered, it looked particularly pale against the background of his red dress.
"This should be the prince of the Royal Horse supervisor." Chechen thought.
But the figure who was regarded by Chechen as the prince of the Royal Horse supervisor came out of the cabin, but stopped two steps. The man stood on his side, then smiled and stretched out a white glove towards the hatch, making a "please" gesture.
Then, a young man wearing a costume imitating the Swedish navy uniform came out of the cabin.
As soon as the young man appeared, Chechen was stunned by the young man''s handsome appearance. Chechen has not never seen handsome men and beautiful women. Bao Hong, the leader of zaborore, Miss Helena of Smolensk and the man in red just now can be regarded as the representative of the ultimate beauty, but they are dwarfed by the young man in front of him. No language can describe his beauty, which even goes beyond the boundaries of gender.
Moreover, this is not Chechen''s idea alone. The whole wharf was silent at the moment when the youth appeared.
"Bogusslav, why are there so many people at the wharf? Are they all here to meet you?" the young man walked out of the cabin and saw the lively scene at the wharf.
Boguslav was satisfied with the surprise shown by his friend. I saw him calmly explain, "Chris, of course they came to meet me. I''m sorry, I lied to you before. For my identity, I''m from the raziweu family. You should have heard that it''s an ancient family. I did that for a reason, because I don''t want to be estranged from you because of my identity."
The young man named Chris nodded to boguslav''s sincere attitude.
"Of course not. I''m just surprised. Even the king of Sweden doesn''t have such a big posture."
Boguslav raised his head complacently. Chris said he had more style than the most powerful Swedish king in the world, which made him very useful. He led Chris down the plank to the dock.
"Who are you?" the prince, who had been smiling, shouted angrily when boguslav saw that Chechen and his party, especially the leader, were still looking at Chris with an intoxicated expression.
"Prince, these are all sent by small people to maintain the order of the wharf." the fat official who had scolded Chechen came out and explained.
"Really? Didn''t I say there was no need to send guards?"
"The small one is also for the sake of the prince''s safety," the fat official explained.
Boguslav looked at the fat official and Chechen, and then said in an ordinary tone, "pull him out and hang him."
That "he" of course refers to Chechen.