Cherchen''s mercenary regiment came to argildas, and Victor''s infantry had a hard time. Prince yanushi did the same, and he sent a bodyguard from the prince''s house to the infantry team to act as deputy to victor, and also put in a local militia of 1000 people.


    Victor infantry was originally composed of purely foreign mercenaries, with strong combat effectiveness. After this expansion, a civilian regiment without combat effectiveness was forcibly interspersed. Although Prince yanush meant to lead the new with the old and the weak with the strong, the two teams with different habits and languages were forcibly combined, which made the infantry dirty.


    When Chechen and Pedro came to Victor''s infantry the next day, they saw a scene of swords and crossbows.


    The militia in Polish infantry uniforms and the mercenaries in Spearman uniforms are clearly listed on both sides of the camp. Both sides hold swords and spears. Everyone stares at each other with hatred, and dirty words fly out from time to time. Pedro believes that as long as someone wipes his gun and goes off, hundreds of people here will fight together immediately.


    "Hey, Juan. That''s it?" Pedro asked a Spanish mercenary who had met him.


    The Spaniard named Juan was a thin young man. At this time, he was nervously wiping the sweat on his hands and short broadsword on his trouser legs. Juan turned his head when someone called his name.


    "Oh, it''s deputy leader Pedro. Are you looking for our captain?" juan recognized Pedro and smiled back at him.


    Pedro nodded. She pointed to Chechen and said to Juan, "this is my nephew, the head of our mercenary regiment I often tell you about."


    "Oh, so you''re head Chechen. I always hear Pedro praise you in the pub. You''re so young!" Juan said hello to Chechen.


    Hearing Juan talking about Pedro always praising himself in front of outsiders, Chechen''s little face turned red, but there was a warm current flowing through his heart.


    "Juan, you haven''t said what''s going on?"


    Cherchen left the side of the Polish militia. At the three-point meeting, the distance between the two teams was closer, and the long guns of the long Gunners on both sides slapped each other.


    "Hey, what''s the matter? These sons of bitches call us to eat fresh water fish. Who doesn''t know that we Spaniards don''t eat fresh water fish. They''re deliberately picking on us." Juan said angrily.


    This time, Chechen felt that Juan and they had wronged each other. These native poles probably don''t know that Spain doesn''t eat freshwater fish.


    "Where''s your chief Victor? Why doesn''t he come out and take care of it." Chechen felt that the misunderstanding between the two sides could be resolved as long as victor came out and explained.


    "Our captain told him..."


    Juan was about to speak. Unexpectedly, at this time, the conflict between the two sides further escalated. Some poles picked up the stones on the ground and threw them at the foreign mercenaries. The foreign mercenaries did not show weakness, so they picked up the stones and threw them back. At this time, the poles suffered. Their hats were made of cloth and had no defense, while the mercenaries wore Iron Dome helmets and ship helmets, which had no pressure against stones.


    As several poles were smashed in the head and blood, the Polish anger suddenly came up. Seeing them, they''re going to rush over and try their best.


    Victor finally appeared. Behind him was a young man in a half breasted coat. The young man looked taller than victor.


    As soon as Cherchen saw the young man with a pot cap, he knew he was a polish. Obviously, he should be the leader of this group of poles.


    Sure enough, after the young man and Victor came between the two sides, without Victor Talking, he turned to the Polish side and said, "Lieutenant Victor has promised us to share the meal and agreed to let me command you."


    There was a lot of cheering among the poles, but the morale of the mercenaries fell suddenly. This is tantamount to the captain''s soft obedience to the poles.


    Victor didn''t say a word during this period. Some stubborn mercenaries wanted to rush up to theory, but they were forced back by Victor''s eyes.


    After the cheers, the poles began to disperse. The young man also saluted victor and walked towards his people like a winner.


    "You go back too," Victor waved to the mercenaries. At this time, he saw Pedro and Chechen coming towards him.


    "Why are you here?" Victor was surprised.


    "I''m here to ask you for some advice." Pedro nuzzled at the poles, indicating that it had something to do with them.


    "Then go to my room and talk," said Victor.


    Victor''s room in Werner was as simple as ever, with nothing but a bed, a wardrobe, a hanger and a few chairs. Pedro and Chechen entered the house and sat down casually in a chair.


    "Who''s that high toed young man?" Pedro asked Victor, who was pouring beer, after settling down in his chair.


    "The young man''s name is tomash. He used to be the prince''s bodyguard. He was sent to be my deputy. The Polish militia listened to him." Victor poured a glass of beer for each of them.


    "He''s got an air. I thought argildas who came to us would be in trouble," said Pedro.


    "The prince of your place has also sent someone?" Victor guessed why Pedro and Chechen came to him.


    "A group of cavalry. The leader is algerdas. He is a noble guy. He makes the mercenaries jump. My nephew also wants to ask you how to lead the troops to control these guys. But I didn''t expect..." Pedro sighed.


    Victor nodded helplessly.


    "If you look at the best, the prince wants to improve the combat effectiveness of your mercenary regiment. As we all know, the Polish cavalry is very powerful, especially their wing cavalry, which almost won every battle before the emergence of King Gustav."


    "Those assigned to us are not winged cavalry," Chechen muttered.


    Hearing Chechen''s murmur, Victor laughed and said, "the winged cavalry are the treasure of the Lords. They are all directly under the central government. How can they be distributed below. However, their other cavalry are also very characteristic. Just like the armored Cossacks, they have both defense and mobility."


    Cherchen and Pedro nodded. They have suffered from the armored Cossacks.


    Victor turned and said, "compared with the Polish cavalry, their infantry is nothing. The combat effectiveness is not even as good as that of the Cossack rebels in zaporoze."


    "Indeed, their combat effectiveness is not very good. If there was a real fight just now, you would win." Pedro complimented victor.


    "What''s the use of winning. After all, we take the salary given by Prince yanush. If we lose, they will go to the prince to sue us." Victor said reluctantly.


    "Is there no way?" Chechen couldn''t help asking.


    "If you want to reduce contradictions, then head Chechen listen to me. Don''t let your own people have too much contact with them. The two sides should be separated as far as possible."


    Victor''s meaning is very clear. He''s in charge of his own business.


    "This..."


    Victor''s way surprised Cherchen. In Chechen''s impression, Victor has always been a very traditional soldier. Unexpectedly, he has learned to escape now.