"Get out of here!"


    Chechen heard someone beating the wooden guardrail of the convertible with a weapon, and then another voice shouted.


    So the three climbed out of the open carriage. As soon as the three climbed out of the car, Cherchen and sparsokukotsky were searched for weapons.


    Thirteen Swedish dragoons, including Kraft Hawthorne, have been killed. Kraft Hawthorne had more than a dozen wounds on his body. It was obvious that he died after a hard struggle. The deadliest wound came from a knife wound that cut his neck. The knife almost cut off his neck. Only a few strands of fiber connected his head and body.


    Natalie kishka was looking at the three men while Chechen was watching the body. Oksana was fine. Natalie knew at a glance that she was a gypsy. She was curious about the identity of the other two people.


    In the tavern, Natalie once glanced at them. At that time, Natalie didn''t think there was anything strange between Cherchen and father sparsokukotsky. But now when they met, their men found pistols and other weapons from them. Obviously, their identity is not as simple as that of clergy.


    "Who are you?" Natalie asked.


    "Why did you kill them?"


    Almost at the same time, Chechen also asked Natalie.


    At this time, the two looked at each other. When she was in the tavern, Chechen thought she was a very beautiful girl. Now Natalie stood in front of Chechen, holding a bloody saber in one hand, which made Chechen feel that Natalie was not only beautiful, but also masculine. It''s like a rose with thorns.


    "You are in my hand now, so you should answer my question first." Natalie patted Cherchen on the shoulder with the back of the saber.


    "My name is alvar. I''m Spanish." Chechen reported a pseudonym.


    "Hello, child. My name is sparso kukotsky. As you can see, I''m a priest." sparso kukotsky drew a cross on his chest. His actions are very standard, which will dispel the doubt that he is not a priest at first sight.


    "My name is Oksana. I''m a gypsy." When Oksana spoke, she didn''t forget to throw a sexy eye to Natalie''s attendant.


    Natalie looked down and thought. She took Chechen''s gun and checked it. Soon she raised her head.


    "You''re lying to me!" Natalie pointed the tip of the saber at Chechen''s chest. This action really startled Cherchen and father sparsokukotsky.


    "I didn''t! What I said was the truth." Chechen was shocked. He didn''t know where he showed his feet.


    "Your pistol has the emblem of the raziweu family. You are the man of the traitor."


    As soon as Natalie said something, the attendant around her quickly pulled out a pistol and aimed it at father sparsokukotsky to prevent the priest from jumping over the wall. When the mercenaries saw that the employer did so, they also pointed their weapons at three people one by one.


    Chechen didn''t expect that the weapon he carried made Natalie suspicious. He secretly blamed his carelessness.


    Cherchen hurried to explain. But he''s fast, and someone else is faster than him.


    "Wronged, dear noble lady. I don''t know the two of them. I just met them on the road and kindly gave them a ride." Oksana explained with tears. She began to try to get rid of her relationship with Chechen.


    Natalie didn''t look at "kind Gypsy" Oksana. He just waited for Cherchen''s explanation.


    "I was indeed a mercenary of Prince yanush raziweu," Chechen admitted. There is a badge on the weapon, which Chechen can''t deny.


    "But then my contract with yanush expired. Instead of continuing to play for yanush, I left him. Because I don''t know whether it''s worth serving a man who betrayed his country, even if I''m not polish. The priest is my comrade in arms. He wants to take me to chinstohova and say that it can let me know what to do next."


    This is indeed Chechen''s real idea of going to qinstokhova.


    "Boy, that''s the truth. I was a soldier, but before I became a soldier, I was a priest, and now I am," spasokukotsky said.


    Then the priest recited the gospel of Matthew, "Amen." the priest finally said at the end.


    "Amen," replied the mercenary, with a cross on his chest.


    The girl also seemed to believe what Chechen and sparsokukotsky said. She slowly removed the saber from Chechen''s chest.


    But Natalie didn''t seem to be at ease. She ordered her men to search Cherchen thoroughly.


    At this moment, Che Chen was secretly flustered. He also had a pass given to him by King Carl x, which could not be obtained by an ordinary mercenary.


    "Miss Natalie! I have something to say." Chechen said in a hurry.


    The two mercenaries who tried to search stopped. They were waiting for Natalie''s order.


    "What are you going to say?" Natalie asked. She motioned two of her men to step down.


    "Miss Natalie, I think you''re recruiting mercenaries. I want to say whether I can join your team." this is the reason why Chechen made it up temporarily.


    "Aren''t you going to chinstohova?" Natalie asked. She felt more and more that the guy in front of her was a little strange, and the foreword didn''t match the last word.


    "I''m afraid a sinner like me has no right to see the glory of Daguang Mingshan." Chechen said awkwardly.


    The mercenaries who heard Chechen talking nearby laughed. This is the funniest joke they heard today.


    Chechen also blushed. He felt that the reason seemed not good enough.


    However, this move also stopped the search of these mercenaries.


    "Miss, we should go. Otherwise, in case we meet another team of Swedes."


    At this time, the attendant also whispered to Natalie.


    Natalie nodded.


    Natalie can now be sure that the guy named aleval in front of her must be strange. She decided to take the man with her and then find out slowly.


    "Mitzkevich, take the three of them too," Natalie said to her attendant.


    "You''re lucky. We''re going to chinstohova, too."


    After ordering her attendants, Natalie said to Chechen.


    So, Chechen and other three people were coerced into a team of righteous troops against Swedes and traitors. But they were not abused, and Natalie allowed the three to continue in the convertible.


    As for the 13 Swedish dragoons killed, their weapons and clothes were stripped away, leaving only 13 naked bodies lying on the ground.


    Natalie returned to the carriage, and the attendant named mitzkevich continued to walk at the forefront of the line.


    Chechen saw a mercenary with a tiger back and a bear waist running to mitzkevich, said a few words flatteringly, and shook the Swedish dragon cavalry uniform he picked on the halberd. Mitzkevich seemed to scold him, and the mercenary stuffed the bright red uniform into his belt. But then the mercenary was happy again. Because he took a small leather bag from mitzkevich. Needless to say, it must be money.


    "Oh, why am I so unlucky!"


    In the carriage, Oksana sighed, but no one paid attention to her. Because Cherchen and sparso kukotsky are talking about other things, about Miss Natalie.


    "Father, do you know the origin of this miss Natalie? I heard her say she came from the kishka family."


    "If it is the kishka family I know, it is a very famous family in the Republic. Yanush kishka, the patriarch of this generation of kishka family, is a famous politician in the Republic and once served two generations of Polish kings. Although he was a Calvinist, he suddenly woke up and converted to Catholicism."


    "So, this young lady named Natalie kishka is not small?" Chechen asked in a low voice.


    "Yes. But they dare to call so many people and kill the Swedes. It seems that the kishka family is also on the opposite side of the Swedes. The Swedes are becoming more and more unpopular."


    When he said this, father spasokukotsky spoke with excitement. Perhaps even his own is not clear, he is happy for the awakening of more and more people and nobles.


    While father sparsokukotsky was secretly happy, the convertible stopped suddenly. Chechen leaned out his head, but saw that a dark crowd blocked the way in front of the team. These people, men and women, young and old, are eyeing mitzkevich with sickles, axes and crude firearms.


    "Get out of the way!" ordered mitzkevich.


    But these people stood still. One of them, who looked like a village head with white hair and beard, came out and knocked on the ground with his crutch.


    "Did you kill those Swedes?" the old man asked.


    "Yes," mitzkevich admitted.


    The villagers looked frightened.


    The old man said to mitzkevich, "you can''t go!"


    At this time, Natalie kishka got out of the carriage. She walked up to the old man and asked majestically, "why?"


    A strong man came out of the crowd. He went to the old man and said, "you killed the Swedes. If you go, we will suffer."


    "Yes, yes," said a dozen voices in the crowd.


    Natalie looked at these people with disdain. These villagers dared to expel the tax officials sent by the king with their weapons and throw them into the water when King kazimiz was in power. But now, when the king of the Swedes came, they were as gentle as a tiger turned into a cat. Even ready to be an accomplice to the Swedes.


    "A bunch of traitors and cowards," Natalie said.


    And the mercenaries scattered, vaguely surrounding the villagers.


    "Who do you call traitors and cowards?" the strong man ventured to ask Natalie. Natalie''s contempt aroused the strong man''s anger, and his eyebrows wrinkled high into an inverted figure.


    "I''m talking about those who betrayed the king."


    "Which king?"


    "Of course it''s King kazimiz. He''s the orthodoxy of the Republic."


    "Girl, we didn''t betray kazimiz. Because our oath is not dedicated to him, but to his majesty Carl X." the old man interrupted to round the scene.


    Natalie looked at the old man with a look of "I''ve never seen such a brazen man".


    "Of course, you can say that you have not sworn allegiance to King kazimiz, because the king is kind. He will not punish you with fire and sword to remind you of your obligations. I dare say that even if your majesty comes back one day, he will not treat you traitors, because he is a saint. That''s why you little talents You dare to give your loyalty to your majesty to the invaders. You beg for mercy to the invaders, but you fight against their compatriots loyal to the king and oath. You are so loyal. "Natalie''s contempt is beyond measure.


    Some villagers lowered their heads in shame, and even the strong man hid his head behind the old man. And the old man seemed to be said to be sad.


    "What can we do?" the old man''s muddy eyes shed tears: "In a village near us, the Swedes cut off the men''s left hand just because they failed to pay a carriage of rice. When the Swedes came to collect taxes, we should be happy, because at least it means that they won''t kill us, even if the tax is too heavy for us to afford. Every day is a festival for us, because we live another day God. "


    "This is your retribution for betraying the king." Natalie didn''t sympathize with them at all.


    "Miss, have mercy on us. Leave your name. At least when the Swedes come to our village to cross examine, we don''t know anything." the old man begged.


    "My name is aleval," said Natalie.


    Hearing Natalie say her name is aleval, Cherchen almost jumped out of the open carriage. She even reported her name! Cherchen wanted to argue when he thought that he would bear the crime Natalie committed and become a prisoner pursued by the Swedish army.


    But as soon as Cherchen wanted to speak, Natalie had gone back to her carriage. When she passed the open carriage, she looked at Cherchen severely. The meaning was very clear: as long as Cherchen dared to speak, she would give Cherchen a good look.


    Chechen shut up.


    The team continued to move forward, and the villagers consciously made way. Mitzkevich rode past. He was alert to the villagers on both sides to prevent accidents, but nothing happened.


    The mercenaries put away their weapons, but they looked at the villagers with disdain. At least they dared to kill the Swedes, and the thirteen bodies proved it - although it was for money.


    Oksana looked at Cherchen and kept laughing. Cherchen was silent. He wanted to get rid of his charges. Sparso kukotsky, who was still excited about people''s awakening, was mixed. He was shocked by the cruelty of the Swedes (although they had already done so once in lidarburg) and saddened by the cowardice of the villagers.