"Catherine, why are you so late?" Prince boguslav said discontentedly to the visitor.


    Yes, the knight was originally Scottish Catherine who was in the same mercenary regiment with Chechen. He fell in love with Helena, the daughter of Fyodor obhovich, and was put into the dungeon by the mayor of Fyodor, but he escaped with the help of Helena and Chechen.


    Originally, Chechen thought Catherine would return to England, but he saw him here again.


    "I''m sorry, my Lord. There are so many people who welcome you back. The carriage is blocked outside." Catherine saluted Prince boguslav and Chris, and then said.


    Obviously, Catherine is highly valued here in boguslav. Boguslav did not blame Catherine for her mistake. The prince smiled and introduced Chris: "this is Catherine knight. He is an Englishman and of noble origin."


    Chris nodded slightly. His lips made a perfect arc and said to Catherine, "Hello, I''m Chris Augusta."


    Catherine looked up. He was also attracted by Chris''s appearance, but Catherine recovered immediately.


    Catherine stepped back two steps, opened the door of the carriage and signaled that Prince boguslav and his guests had got on the bus.


    Boguslav very gentlemanly asked Chris to get into the carriage first and then go up by himself. This attitude, even to his wife, is not too much.


    When both were seated, Catherine closed the door of the carriage. At this time, he took a deep look at Chechen.


    "Uncle, Prince yanush arranged for us to stay in the military camp outside the ancient fort of miatelsk in his letter. Let''s hurry over," Chechen said loudly to Pedro.


    He was sure that Catherine could hear them clearly.


    "Oh, yes," replied Pedro, after a pause.


    Catherine nodded imperceptibly. He mounted his horse and opened the way for the prince''s carriage in front.


    When the prince''s carriage disappeared, the welcome crowd on the wharf could finally disperse.


    "Ingrid, you hurry up and unload our supplies on the ship and count them." Chechen said to Ingrid, the quartermaster, but found Ingrid staring at the direction of the carriage.


    "Ingrid, what''s the matter with you?" Chechen asked strangely.


    "Oh, nothing. Sir. I just see that Chris looks familiar. I seem to have seen him somewhere, but I can''t remember." Ingrid turned back and said to Chechen shyly.


    "Ingrid, you can''t be fascinated by that beautiful boy? But I tell you, ''where do we seem to have met'' is no longer working. If you want to pursue Chris, you have to find a creative way. But judging from Prince boguslav''s intimate attitude towards him, maybe that kind of relationship." Pedro joked aside.


    "Uncle, don''t talk nonsense. I don''t think that Mr. Chris is such a person." before Ingrid could refute, Cherchen said first.


    As soon as he said this, Pedro looked at Cherchen with ambiguous eyes.


    "Don''t think about it, I''m just talking about it. And I''m normal." Chechen couldn''t resist the ambiguous eyes of Pedro and retorted loudly.


    "Are you sure?"


    "I''m sure."


    "I''m not sure."


    Fedot and the priest saw the head and Pedro and they quarreled. They both knowingly didn''t intervene and went to do their own things.


    Ingrid took another look at the direction in which the carriage disappeared. Although there was a vague outline in her mind, she still couldn''t remember where she had met the young man named Chris.


    The mercenary regiment was busy. The fat official kicked down by Prince boguslav also asked the dock workers to unload the carts of objects on the ship. These were all the personal belongings of Prince boguslav and the young man named Chris. There were enough twenty carriages.


    When Prince boguslav and Chris finally unloaded their goods, Chechen and his mercenary regiment finally got off the ship. All of them were lined up under the leadership of their captain.


    "Hello, I haven''t asked your name yet?" Chechen said to the fat official. He wanted to ask the fat official for directions.


    "Me? My name is kosinsky. Of course, my father''s name is kosinsky, my mother''s name is kosinsky, and of course I''m kosinsky too," said the fat official. He was obviously busy, incoherent and depressed.


    "Mr. kosinsky. Excuse me, how can I get to the barracks of the castle?" Chechen asked.


    The fat official pointed to a road on the Bank of the river and indicated that the military camp of Chechen castle was in that direction.


    Chechen thanked kosinsky and then took the mercenary regiment to the barracks.


    When they arrived at the station, the sun had begun to set in the West. The so-called ancient castle is a medieval castle with a history of two or three hundred years. This castle has been gradually abandoned because it is no longer suitable for the war in the firearms era.


    Chechen found that they were not the only mercenary regiment stationed here. There were already two adjacent barracks in and around the ancient castle. The size of each of the two barracks is not large, and the number of people it can accommodate is 400 or 500.


    "Deputy Colonel Pedro."


    Because he didn''t know the details of these armies, Chechen decided to let his uncle inquire. So he put on a business appearance and called Pedro''s rank in the mercenary regiment.


    "Yes, Captain Chechen," said Pedro with exaggerated salute.


    "I''ll give you a task. You go to Ingrid''s to get some wine, get close to the people in the barracks and see their origin."


    "Yes, commander Chechen."


    Hearing that he could still get the wine, Pedro was happy and immediately agreed.


    When Cherchen and his men had chosen their camp, Pedro began to finish his task with four or five bottles of wine.


    As it was late, the mercenary regiment had to build a military tent to stay first. As for various defensive measures such as barracks, because they were on their own territory, Chechen decided to build them early tomorrow morning.


    Pedro came back late to inquire about the news.


    "One of the two armies is under General Alexander otkinski, and the other is a German mercenary regiment hired by Jan sobeski. They both said they retired from Werner and repaired here." Pedro told Cherchen the information he had inquired.


    "Who are general Alexander oginsky and general Jan sobesky?" Chechen asked. He knew only a little about the main interpersonal relationships in the Republic of Poland. It was the first time he had heard of the names of the two generals.


    So Pedro and Cherchen went to science again. Of course, he also used wine to get these from soldiers in two barracks.


    "General Alexander otkinski was the commander of the fort covno, while general Jan sobeski was the Lord of Lida fort. They had fought with the Russian army under the command of Prince yanush, and retreated here after the fall of Werner."


    "Is Prince yanushi here too?" when Chechen heard that the two troops had retreated from the front line, he hurriedly asked about Prince yanushi.


    "No, those people said that most of the Lords and generals who fought with the prince were still in the front line. They had to retreat because of heavy casualties." Pedro shook his head.


    It''s a pity that he can''t see the prince right away. At this time, Fatima came in and said, "Captain, a knight named Catherine came to see you, the one we met at the dock driving a carriage for bogusslav."