After sending Chris and others back to their residence, Chechen and Pedro returned to the mercenary regiment. In the next few days, Chechen devoted himself to training, as if he had completely forgotten the interview with the princess and Princess Anna.
For this problem, Pedro reminded and hinted at Chechen explicitly or secretly several times, but Chechen always said that he would go to see him together when Anjie came, and then he took care of him.
For this attitude of Cherchen, as an uncle, Pedro can only do nothing.
According to the truth, although the troops led by Anjie are on land, they can''t come faster than Chechen by boat, but they should have arrived in such a few days. But three days later, Chechen still didn''t look forward to the arrival of Anjie.
While Cherchen secretly worried about whether something had happened to Anjie kemitz and his troops on the road, oshka, Anjie''s most loyal subordinate, found the camp of the mercenary regiment.
"You really make it easy for me to find. I asked a lot of people to know that you were stationed in this damn place."
Oshka shouted as soon as he entered the tent. His body and clothes were covered with sweat. It was obvious that he was in a great hurry.
"We can''t help it either. Prince yanush arranged for us to stay here, and now the city of miatelsk is full. We just want to live in a small place in the city."
Chechen handed oshka a clean towel and replaced his dirty hat used to wipe sweat.
On one side, quartermaster Ingrid took out a brand-new bottle of wine and poured a large glass full.
After oshka wiped the sweat on his face and body, Chechen picked up the glass of wine and handed it to oshka. The latter gulped down his throat as soon as he took the glass.
"Is Anzu here?" Chechen asked.
"No, actually, that''s why I''m here today." oshka put down the empty glass and burped comfortably.
"What''s the matter?" Chechen was a little strange. According to Prince yanush''s order, Anjie and the reinforcements he led should gather in miatelsk.
"The order has changed. On our way to miatelsk, we received a new order from general Pavel sapega. General Pavel sapega ordered us to assemble in the area of vigil. Anzu was afraid that you were worried because you didn''t see us coming, so he asked me to come and tell you." oshka said.
"Why?" Chechen asked.
"Who knows? Maybe the two commanders have other plans," oshka said carelessly.
Chechen thinks so. The war situation on the front line changes rapidly. Sometimes the commander just receives the first order. Due to the emergence of new situations, he will immediately receive a second completely different order.
"We haven''t received any orders yet," Chechen said.
"It should be soon. Everyone is saying that there will be a war soon." oshka quickly replied.
The decisive battle with czar Russia is exactly what Chechen dreams of.
"Tell Anzu that I hope we can fight side by side with him in the next war," Chechen said sincerely.
"I will. But at that time, the greatest credit must belong to our Anzu," oshka replied.
Although this words took some gunpowder smell, but Che Chen didn''t mind.
Most of Anjie''s men are these reckless people. They are good at war, but they often have no scruples in speaking and doing things, and speak frankly and say whatever they want. Such people, you never have to worry that they will put a knife in your back.
Now that he has brought his words, oshka doesn''t want to stay long. After a short rest, he mounted his horse and went after his master.
At this time, another unexpected guest came to Chechen.
"Lord Chris, it''s really you!" Chechen said in surprise.
He couldn''t believe it when the guard of the camp came to report that a man named Chris came to find him.
"Commander Chechen, I''m here today to thank you for saving me that day," Chris said with a smile. Chris changed into a capable hunting suit today. He wore a triangular hat with feathers on his head. He looked like going out hunting.
"It''s too much to say thank you. Punishing the strong and supporting the weak is what a knight should do."
Chechen let Chris into the camp door, and then they walked side by side towards Chechen''s tent.
"Captain Chechen, are they training?"
Walking along the road, Chris saw a group of musketeers in six rows, constantly practicing the actions of raising, moving forward, retreating and withdrawing their guns.
"Yes. Most of them are new recruits who joined the mercenary regiment soon. Although they were trained in the Polotsk defense war, they relied on blood courage at that time. Some of them were even so busy that they loaded seven or eight bullets into the gun without knowing it. All this needs training to strengthen." Cherchen explained to Chris.
All this is true. In the Polotsk defense war, the mercenary regiment exposed many problems. Thanks to the mercenary regiment''s first battle, they met the Czar Russian army with the same training level. If they met the strong army who had experienced 30 years of war, they would not be so lucky.
Because of this, Chechen cherished this rare time.
"However, commander Chechen, you arranged the Musketeers into a dense six column formation. Although you ensured the density of firepower, the firepower value of a single output was reduced." Chris looked at the training of musketeers, pointed out one of the shortcomings and said.
In fact, Chris pointed out this deficiency, and Chechen was also aware of it. However, for the current mercenary regiment, this defect is unsolvable.
The six column formation adopted by Chechen was the most popular classic firegun formation reformed by Prince Morris of the Netherlands at that time. The reason why so many columns are discharged in this formation is to ensure the density of fire output. Those troops with a large number of musketeers can ensure the single output of firepower by increasing the front width of the Musketeers, but for the current mercenary regiment with only 200 people, they can only choose one of two options in the duration of firepower and the total amount of single firepower.
"I also thought of this problem. But I didn''t think of a good solution." Chechen admitted honestly.
"There are ways," Chris said.
"Really? Chris! What''s that? Tell me."
As soon as Chris had a way, Cherchen grabbed Chris''s hand in surprise and asked.
Chris''s hands are slippery and soft. Cherchen holding Chris''s hands feels unspeakably comfortable.
But Chris, who was caught by Chechen, felt something else. She quickly took back her hand, then picked up a branch on the ground and drew on the ground.
When Chechen saw Chris take back his hand, he felt lost for no reason. But he soon regained his mind and focused on the diagram Chris drew on the ground.
"You can do this," Chris drew six straight lines on the ground to represent six columns of musketeers.
"When the enemy in front of the Musketeers attacked, the soldiers of the second, fourth and sixth columns quickly inserted into the front column, and then the three columns fired at the same time in the posture of squatting, half squatting and standing."
Chris erased the original six straight lines, redrawn three lines twice the length, and then drew a vertical line in front of the three horizontal lines to represent the enemy''s breakthrough.
These lines fall into Chechen''s eyes, just like living soldiers. He seemed to see that the soldiers of Czar Russia were hit by dense barrages and the offensive was forcibly stopped.
"Chris, you''re great. How did you come up with this idea!" Chechen was completely convinced by Chris''s idea. He had no idea that Chris had such a high talent in the military.
Facing Cherchen''s praise, Chris shook his head. There was an imperceptible sadness in her eyes.
"No, I didn''t think of it. The man who came up with this battle is my father. He''s dead," Chris said sadly.
At this time, all words of comfort are superfluous. Chechen squatted down with Chris and stayed with him so quietly.
It took Chris a while to recover from his grief.
"Let you laugh, Captain Chechen." Chris wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said to Chechen with a smile.
"No, it''s nothing." Chechen pretended not to see Chris''s action. He waited for Chris to wipe his tears before he looked up.
"I''m leaving," Chris added.
"Ah!?"
Chechen was stunned. Chris obviously meant to leave Mia jersk.
Chris came this time not only to thank Chechen, but also to say goodbye to him.
"Where are you going, Chris?"
"I want to go everywhere. The world is so big and there are so many people and things I''ve never seen before. I want to see them all. But I still want to go to Rome most, because the holy see is there."
"Does Prince bogusslav know you''re leaving?" Chechen asked again. Ibogslav is infatuated with Chris. Just as he knows that Chris is leaving, bogusslav will try his best to stay.
"I haven''t told him yet. He has come to visit and give all kinds of beautiful gifts every day these days, but his enthusiasm has made me unbearable. I know what he thinks, but it''s impossible. But I''ll say goodbye to him before I leave." Chris looks at Mia jersk, at the top of the castle, The flag symbolizing boguslav is flying in the wind. Although Mrs. kolf once reminded Chris to stay away from Prince boguslav, Chris was still willing to believe that the prince would do better, and the two could still maintain the relationship of friends.
"Then Chris, this is for you." Chechen withdrew his ring and handed it to Chris in both hands.
"This?"
Chris looked at the ring. Her eyes, who had seen countless treasures since childhood, could see the commonness of the ring at a glance.
"I don''t have anything better for you in a hurry," said Chechen shyly.
This ring was the booty he got from a Russian nobleman who died in the battle of Polotsk. Later, he also asked a jeweler to identify it. The result was that the workmanship was average and made of pure gold.
"Well, I''ll take it." Chris took the ring.
Chris understood that Chechen gave him the ring just because his friend left. There was no other meaning. It was this feeling that made him more comfortable with Chechen than with Prince boguslav.