Early the next morning, there was a dense crowd outside the manor. These were refugees led by bachit. They took everything they could with their families.


    The only wicker carriages in the refugee team were full. The thin pack horse pulled the carriage with all his strength at every step.


    In the middle of the team, Cherchen saw bachit. The strong man was pulling a wooden cart with his iron arm. The cart was loaded with pots and pans.


    "Leader bachit, you can''t do this. We''re fleeing now, not on an outing." Chechen went to bachit and said to him.


    Compared with this refugee team, Chechen''s mercenary regiment is much more capable and fast. Most of the mercenary regiments were lined up in two lines under the leadership of their respective captains. One infantry team finished walking and the other infantry team began to March. A small number of cavalry guards were around several carriages, which were loaded with Taylor, supplies, Bati and kiajan.


    At the gate of the manor, aunt valvalvalla had piled up more sausages, bread and other materials than she could hold. Every mercenary who walks out of the door can grab one and eat it in his hand if necessary. This not only reduces the pressure of the carriage, but also shortens the meal time of the troops.


    "Commander Chechen, I''ll let everyone speed up." bachit straightened up and wiped his sweat and assured commander Chechen.


    But bachit''s promise was soon broken by reality. When some hungry refugees saw that the gate of the manor was full of food, they rushed up one by one like hungry wolves. Everyone grabbed as much food as possible with both hands. The scene was even more flustered for a moment.


    Now, bachit''s face can''t hang. He hurriedly called several people to maintain order.


    "I''m sorry, Captain Chechen. They''re really hungry." bachit said with a red face.


    Chechen hurriedly said that bachit didn''t care, because the food was originally prepared for the refugees.


    "Leader bachit, where are all the people who can fight on your side?" Chechen asked a crucial question.


    "They are all behind the team. There are more than 400 young men, which is all our strength," bachit said.


    "Is there only so much?"


    Hearing what bachit said, Pedro, who happened to come out of the manor, frowned.


    In his opinion, there are too few such people. Not to mention that Bati once mentioned that there would be 1000 mobs attacking the manor. Even when the mercenary regiment arrived here, there were more mobs attacking the manor than these 400 people.


    Of course bachit could tell that Pedro was too few. But he does have so many hands.


    "Some people have to take care of their wives and children, and some are taken away by zeppesh. These 400 people are our last strength," bachit explained.


    "These people are enough. Uncle, keep up with the team. The head and deputy head of the mercenary regiment can''t be absent." Chechen found brother''s reason to support Pedro.


    However, listening to Pedro''s muttering voice when he left, it is expected that he still has an opinion on bachit.


    "I''m so sorry, leader bachit. That''s what my uncle said..." Chechen also didn''t know how to describe it.


    "It doesn''t matter, commander Chechen. I know there are fewer people. Oh, let''s go to the back first. Bachit handed over the wooden cart he had pulled to the two young people, and then led Chechen to the back of the team. Fedot led his squadron to follow.


    Although the 400 people of bachit were dressed in rags, most of their bodies were very thin, and their weapons were nothing more than axes and sickles, it can be seen from their calm eyes and disorderly and orderly standing posture that these people had at least fought.


    Although it can''t be compared with the mercenary regiment who has received formal training from fedot and yelishei, it can already satisfy Cherchen.


    While Cherchen was secretly satisfied with these people, bachit said to Cherchen, "Captain Cherchen, I''ll stay with you."


    "Leader bachit, won''t you go with those people?" Chechen asked strangely.


    "I''ve never left my brothers. There may be a war soon. I want to stay and fight side by side with my brothers," bachit said firmly.


    Chechen nodded.


    After a while, more than 30 people led by Fatima and yelishei also joined Cherchen and them. Although these people are few, they are the most capable force of the mercenary regiment.


    "Fatima, take some cavalry to the rear sentry. If there are pursuers, tell us immediately." Che ordered Fatima.


    After Fatima left, Cherchen and the rest poured barrels of tar into every corner of the manor. He wanted to set the manor on fire and leave nothing to Jerzy halletsky.


    With the fire falling, the manor quickly fell into a sea of fire, and thick smoke rose into the air. The enemy can see it from far away.


    "Father, stop crying. This manor is not ours." Patty comforted Kian in the carriage. The old steward looked at the voluntary smoke and burst into tears.


    "I didn''t cry. I was just blinded by the sand," kiajan said, wiping his eyes.


    When Jerzy halletsky led the cavalry to the Bonneville manor, the Bonneville manor had already been burned to ruins.


    Looking at the Bonneville manor still emitting thin black smoke and the messy ruts, footprints and horse hoof prints on the road, Jeri halletsky judged that Cherchen must not have gone far.


    "They must have just left. We''ll follow these marks. If we hurry up, we''ll catch up with them," Jeri haretsky said to the officers and soldiers behind him.


    Jerzy haretsky followed a group of cavalry who had been scouting ahead all the way to Bonneville. Before that, the Colonel did not catch up at the fastest speed in order not to damage the horsepower. Now, for his decision, Jerzy halletsky can''t help regretting.


    "My dragoons will take the lead," Paul said eagerly, patting his horse to the colonel.


    Along the way, Paul''s dragoons have been the vanguard of the whole team, while zigmont''s wing cavalry is the backbone of the team, and Archie''s armored Cossacks are behind. After that, there was a small infantry, which was adapted from the town''s police force.


    Jeri halletsky was about to agree, but the old winged cavalry siegmont also came forward and said, "Colonel, the Dragon cavalry is only suitable for tracking and harassing. To defeat the opponent directly, it is still up to my winged cavalry. Let me take the lead with my winged cavalry."


    Zigmund''s words made Polo glare, but zigmund, who consciously pulled back a game in words, wouldn''t care about a younger generation.


    "Well, old master, please do everything. God bless you." Jerzy halletsky thought for a while and finally agreed to zigmont''s request.