Chechen finally chose to go back to the rebel camp to have a look. The insurgents failed in the ambush and suffered heavy casualties. They must need help very much. As the young commander Stefan said: more people are more strength.


    Chechen had a good memory. He soon found his way back to the rebel camp.


    Now the rebel barracks are full of melancholy. Only more than 70 of the more than 300 people who set out returned to the camp, and everyone was injured. They threw their weapons on the ground at random and rested by the campfire with their backs against their backs and shoulders against their shoulders. The insurgents who stayed in the camp were busy running around. They boiled a basin of hot water to clean the wounds of the wounded.


    "How''s Stefan, please?"


    Che Chen pulled an insurgent with a double collection and a washbasin and asked.


    "Who are you?"


    The insurgent looked at Chechen with doubts on his face. He didn''t remember such a man in his army, and he was a foreigner by accent.


    "I am the messenger of commander Mikhail vorodjavsky, who fought with you," Chechen explained.


    At the mention of the messenger, the insurgent was finally impressed. He pointed to a hut in the front right and told Cherchen that Stefan was there.


    Chechen came to the hut and opened the door. A smell of blood came to my face.


    The small room was crowded with people. Stefan was lying on a bed covered with thatch and animal skin. There was a fatal wound on his chest, which had been cleaned up. There are several washbasins under the bed, which are full of blood. His breath was weak, and his lamp was dry.


    In front of his bed stood two wizards and diviners called "rabdaris" and "saidong" in the Republic. They all chanted words to exorcise evil spirits and heal wounds for Stefan. These people are regarded as heresy in Catholic countries, but now the insurgents regard them as a life-saving straw to cure leaders. It can be imagined that this is the last hope.


    One of them applied herbs to Stefan''s wound. This caused Stefan to make a few painful groans.


    Chechen felt that he had come at a bad time, but now he didn''t retreat or enter. He had to stand at the door awkwardly.


    Soon, the herbs covered Stefan''s wound. The two rabdaris and saidong bowed to Stefan and then went out backwards.


    Chechen hurried out of the way. When he stood back at the door, Cherchen found that there was a fourth person in the room. The man sat at the end of the bed and had been blocked by other people''s bodies before.


    "Excuse me, Stefan, how is he?"


    Cherchen whispered. He didn''t know if he would disturb Stefan''s rest.


    The remaining man in the room stood up and walked to Chechen. Chechen found out that he was an old man.


    "You are not from our camp." the old man saw at a glance that Chechen was a stranger. Obviously, he knew everyone in the camp.


    "I''m the messenger of head Mikhail vorodjavsky. I''ll take a look on behalf of head Mikhail." Chechen pulled up a big flag.


    "Thank you very much, Colonel Mikhail vorodjavsky. Stefan is still in a coma. He needs to rest now," the old man said.


    "Who are you?"


    "I am master Stefan''s servant. The master''s parents have died, and now he is the only man left in the family." the old man sighed. He is blaming himself for not taking good care of his master.


    Chechen didn''t know how to comfort the old man. He and the old man stood silent for a while, and then said goodbye to the old man.


    After leaving, Chechen found that he had no place to go. He turned around the camp and returned to the fence he had just been brought to the camp. It turned out that none of the people arrested by the rebels with him came back. They should either be Swedish fools or run away.


    Che Chen lit a campfire for himself, went to beg for some sausages, and put them on the campfire to bake.


    At night, the old man came and found Chechen. He said his master was awake and wanted to see himself.


    Cherchen stood up and led the way to Stefan''s hut. Along the way, he was surprised that Stefan''s body was so good that he woke up in less than half a day after such a serious injury.


    When Chechen came to the door of the hut, he found many people coming in and out. It seems that when Stefan woke up, many people came to see him.


    The old man told Che Chen to wait at the door for a moment, and then he went first.


    Soon, everyone inside withdrew.


    When Chechen walked in, Stefan was sitting up. His face was ruddy and seemed to be recovering well. But if salburn were there, we could see that Stefan''s situation was a reflection.


    "Aleval (Chechen still uses a pseudonym), please sit down," Stefan said softly.


    The old man brought a wooden stool to Che Chen and asked him to sit as close to his master as possible.


    "I''m really sorry today. I almost killed you because of my willfulness." Stefan''s first sentence was to apologize to Chechen.


    Che Chen quickly waved his hand. How can he blame an injured person now.


    Chechen said he was a subordinate of head mihau, that is, the soldiers of the Republic. It was his duty to fight with the Swedes.


    Stefan nodded. He chatted with Cherchen again, and then said his real purpose of calling Cherchen over.


    "You want me to take the rest of the people to take refuge in commander mihau!" Chechen said in surprise.


    Stefan nodded weakly:


    "Yes, or Lord sapega. I was young, ignorant and arrogant. I thought that the monks of Daguangming Mountain Monastery could resist the Swedish army for so long, and so did the Swedes. But today, I know how ridiculous my idea is. I not only hurt myself, but also hundreds of lives. Most of them are servants and tenant farmers of our family, And some neighbors who trust our family. I finally understand that the Swedes can''t be driven away by a cavity of blood alone. I have to have regular training and qualified commander command. I don''t have these. I know that the team will break up as soon as I die. So I hope you can take them to head mihau. "


    "Stefan, you''ll be fine. You''re the strongest man I''ve ever seen." Chechen comforted.


    But Stefan shook his head.


    "I know my body very well. I''m going to see God soon. I hope God can forgive me."


    "But..." Che Chen wanted to find a reason to refuse. It is very difficult for a real messenger to do this, not to mention that he is still a fake.


    "Aleval, promise me. Take it as the last comfort for a dying man." Stefan suddenly grabbed Cherchen''s hand with unknown strength.


    Chechen couldn''t get away. He looked at Stefan''s slowly losing eyes. He finally knew that Stefan''s life was passing at a high speed.


    "I promise you," said Chechen.