"Robber?"


    Bachit grinned. In his opinion, Cherchen''s statement was ridiculous.


    "What we are doing now may indeed be robbers, but who forced us to be robbers? Everyone here used to be honest farmers, herdsmen, citizens and beekeepers, but they had nothing in a war. My former master vowed to defend his home and civilians under God, but it was not easy for everyone to raise money When the military expenses came to him, the noble fled overnight with his whole family and treasure and threw us to the Russians; when the Russians came, they said they would guarantee our faith and freedom, but all their orthodox churches were built on the land, and all the churches that were demolished were the ones that everyone used to go to. Any Russian soldier can use all kinds of strange reasons Search the homes of good people and take everything they can; now that the Swedes have come, you want us to work with you. Why does Prince yanush work better than those people? "


    Although bachit was tall and big, his mind was not stupid, his speech was orderly, and he seemed to have read a lot of books. By his refutation, Chechen was speechless.


    Yes, their mercenaries serve various lords and win money and reputation with their own swords. Now, during the war, capable mercenaries can get everything he wants. What does Chechen want? What he wanted was to help Prince yanush defeat all the opponents, just as he preached to his companions in the mercenary regiment, and then go to fight the Russians, avenge captain Franco and recapture the land they lost in Smolensk.


    But if you drag the people here into the war, what can these people get? Do you get the chance to wash your identity and be sheltered by the prince? But the Polish nobles ruled the land and people suffered; When the Russian aristocracy ruled the land, people still suffered; Would it be better for the prince to rule here? In order to get rid of his opponent, didn''t he come up with a plan to let his people offer poison wine and die together?


    Che Chen fell into meditation. For the first time, he didn''t look at the problem from his own point of view, from the point of view of the mercenary regiment.


    Bachit saw that Chechen lowered his head and fell into thinking. It was useless to urge him, as if he also hoped that Chechen could give him a satisfactory answer.


    "I don''t know."


    After a while, Chechen raised his head and said to bachit:


    "I work for Prince yanush because he canonized me as a knight and rewarded me many times. And he is willing to kill my companions in czarist Russia for me. This time I come to you, I also see that you are numerous and can help me and the prince. Of course, I don''t just want to use you. I am willing to accept your middle-aged and strong people, Or add some old and weak women and children. These people can get rid of the identity of the mob and live at ease. The young and middle-aged take up arms to fight for the prince and may get a reward in the future. "Chechen clearly said his previous thoughts, ignoring Patty and looking at him anxiously.


    "Isn''t everyone? I''m sorry, your conditions can''t satisfy me. If they are these conditions, we will agree when the last one came to us." bachit was a little disappointed, and he said to Cherchen.


    "I know our conditions can''t meet everyone, but leader bachit, please believe me. As long as we can take care of one more, we will never give up one." Chechen said eagerly.


    "Then can you give us part of the wealth in the manor to those you can''t take away?" bachit asked.


    Cherchen is a little embarrassed. The wealth in the manor involves too much, which can not be decided by one word. Just then, a sharp voice came in from the outside.


    "You don''t want to, but we do!"


    With the sound, a middle-aged man with a horse face came in. The middle-aged man with a horse face was obviously much more gorgeous than bachit. He was also wearing a pair of silk gloves and a wisp of goatee curled under his lips.


    "Zeppesh, what are you doing here?" asked bachit, turning his head and frowning.


    Bachit had a bad relationship with the horse faced man named zepesh, and his voice was angry.


    "What am I going to do? Of course I don''t want everyone to suffer with you because of the big leader''s wrong decision. You don''t go to the colonel, and now you don''t want to go to the prince yanush. Do you want to take us as lonely ghosts all the time?" tsepeish questioned. Bachit immediately turned to Cherchen, and he bent down and gave a standard noble gift:


    "Dear Messenger, forgive us for neglecting. I didn''t expect you to be so young. I didn''t know you were Prince yanush''s servant until I saw the emblem of the raziweu family on the saddle of your guard."


    "You''re welcome, Mr. zeppesh."


    Cherchen instinctively didn''t adapt to caipeishi''s respectful attitude. And the zeppesh always gave him an uncomfortable feeling.


    Caipesh seemed to feel that Chechen was alienated from him, but he didn''t think so. Instead, he smiled and said to Chechen, "Dear Messenger, I think you want to attract us on behalf of Prince yanush."


    "Yes, but the leader of bachit has rejected me just now. Moreover, you can call me Chechen." Chechen said.


    "Bakhte can''t represent everyone. I mean, Prince yanush can be generous to us, and we are willing to work for the prince''s cause," said zepesh.


    Obviously, not everyone in this camp agrees with bachit''s idea. From the heart, Chechen is loyal to bachit, but Paish''s active loyalty makes it difficult for him to refuse.


    For a time, Chechen was a little embarrassed.


    "Lord Chechen, don''t be embarrassed. Our bachit leader has a word in advance. He won''t force everyone to go or stay." tsepega said with a smile. With that, he gave bachit a demonstrative look.


    Bachit snorted coldly when he saw zeppesh looking at him, but he didn''t deny it.


    "If you are willing to join the prince''s army, his highness is willing to give everyone a salary of Taylor per week, and the leader ten Taylor per Tuesday." Chechen offered a price.


    Zeppesh still smiled, but he was obviously not satisfied with the price.


    "Lord Chechen, a colonel offered twice the price and was willing to give us one-fifth of the estate."


    "Which Colonel?"


    "Colonel Jerzy haretsky."