After listening to mikari''s story, Chechen first sighed and then blamed himself. After coming back, he didn''t expect to see victor. The first time I went back to Lithuania was, and so is this time.


    Chechen took mikari''s little hand.


    "Mikari, haven''t you eaten yet?" asked Chechen.


    The little girl nodded and shook her head.


    Chechen understood. He took mikari into the restaurant.


    "Anzu, don''t you mind one more person? This is Lieutenant Victor''s daughter." Chechen asked Anjie.


    "It''s a great honor," Anjie said with a smile and asked the servant around him to take another pair of knives and forks.


    "Cherchen, what''s the matter? Did Victor ask her to take care of you?" Pedro asked strangely.


    "Uncle, Victor and Mrs. kolf are in trouble. They are now poor and have a debt to pay recently," Chechen sighed.


    "How possible!"


    Cherchen''s words shocked Pedro and fedot. Because they had met Victor before, although Victor''s injury was not healed at that time, they had no sense of hardship in life. Even the wine they drank in the pub was also Victor''s account.


    For their shock, Chechen just motioned them to see mikari, who was wolfing down sausages. It''s like I haven''t eaten it in my life.


    When Pedro and fedot saw micari eating like this, they finally realized that Victor was playing a fat face.


    OLINA, Ingrid and others also looked at mikari sympathetically. The latter had put all her thoughts on the delicious food on the table, without taking into account the people around her. When she finished one sausage and was ready to get the second, she found that all the people were looking at her.


    The little girl blushed.


    "Can I have the second one?" micari asked timidly.


    "Of course," said OLINA with a smile, and picked up one and put it on micari''s plate.


    When mikari finished the second one, Chechen said to her, "mikari, take us to your house later."


    The little girl nodded, her mouth full of food.


    "Ingrid, prepare yourself," Pedro said to Ingrid. This is a hint that Ingrid has some money.


    Ingrid knows.


    So, after mikari ate the third sausage and said she couldn''t eat any more, Chechen, Pedro and Ingrid accompanied mikari to their place.


    The carriage drove through a muddy path and stopped in front of a pure wooden cabin.


    Micari knocked on the door, and Victor was the first person to meet her. But when he saw Cherchen, the expression on Victor''s face was not the joy that Cherchen had always thought, but an expression of embarrassment and arrogance that he had never seen. At this time, Victor was thin as a whole, his cheeks were completely concave, his skin was waxy yellow, and his clothes were full of damage and scratches.


    "Dad!" micari jumped into Victor''s arms happily.


    "Why are you here?" Vic asked Cherchen with one hand stroking mikari''s soft hair and one hand leaning on a crutch.


    "Victor, my old friend. Let''s see you." Pedro opened his big hand and tried to give Victor a hug.


    "No, no," said Victor, trying to close the door back.


    Pedro was embarrassed.


    Chechen kept looking into Victor''s eyes, which seemed to say, "do you want the whole world to know my situation!"


    Victor won''t accept our help. Chechen thought.


    "Victor, don''t do this." Chechen quickly put his toes against the crack of the door, so that Victor couldn''t close the door.


    "Is it head Chechen and deputy head Pedro?"


    Mrs. kolf''s voice came from the room (although it should be called Mrs. Victor now, but for convenience).


    Then he stretched out his hand through the crack of the door and pulled the door open. Kolf smiled and said to the three, "I heard your voice in the room."


    "Yes, ma''am. We happened to meet mikari in the street and asked her to show us you." Chechen said with a smile.


    Mrs. kolf gave a thoughtful smile. She knew that Cherchen was hiding it for herself in order to save face.


    Victor''s face eased a little when he heard Chechen say so.


    Victor, the iron soldier, was very docile in front of Mrs. kolf. When he saw that Mrs. kolf wanted to invite Cherchen them in, he had to let go. But he still stubbornly did not say a word, and limped back to his chair and sat down.


    The three of Chechen walked into the room. They found out that the house was so shabby. The tables and chairs in the room were made of logs. The windows were covered with uncooked raw sheepskin. On the table were a loaf of bread and a small plate of salt. Even if this life is compared with Mia jersk, it is greatly inferior. The best thing in the room was a dress hanging on the hanger, which Victor should have worn when he went to the count''s house to teach.


    But even if life was so embarrassing, Mrs. kolf''s face was filled with real joy. The former Duchess seemed content to be a housewife in an apron.


    Mrs. kolf beckoned Cherchen to sit them down.


    "Commander Chechen, I saw you when you escorted the imperial envoy into the city. You are so powerful," Mrs. kolf said to Chechen.


    Cherchen was glad that Mrs. kolf mentioned this. It''s not Chechen''s pride, but Mrs. kolf''s words can lead to what she wants to say for herself. Che Chen saw that Victor''s self-esteem drove him not to accept any help from himself. In his opinion, it was a kind of charity. Chechen can only change his strategy and turn himself into Victor to help himself.


    "What''s the use of prestige? You don''t know, the commander-in-chief will join forces with the king to counterattack Warsaw soon. I also want to join the war, but all my people have been scattered. Now I''m a barehanded commander except uncle Pedro and Ingrid." Chechen sighed.


    As soon as this was said, Pedro and Ingrid sighed together. Their sigh is so true, because it is the truth after all.


    "What should I do? Won''t the commander call you?" Mrs. kolf asked with concern. Sitting aside, Victor also pricked up his ears. Although Victor could not go to the battlefield, he had been a soldier for half his life and instinctively cared about military affairs.


    "The commander should call us, but they must be recruits. Training will also be a problem at that time. We are too few," Chechen said.


    "Indeed, if only you had more officers," said Mrs. kolf.


    "The key is not an officer, we have enough people. The key is to have an experienced and trained person. We may start in less than a month, and the time is tight." pidro interjected and winked at Mrs. kolf.


    Mrs. kolf understood. She kicked victor and said, "Victor, Cherchen and Pedro are in trouble. How about you help them?"


    Before Victor answered, Pedro patted his thigh like a flash of Enlightenment: "look at me, I didn''t expect! Victor was also a good player in military training in addition to taking the infantry team."


    "Yes, thanks to uncle, you reminded me." Chechen also pretended to be happy.


    "I''m sorry, I''m disabled. I have more heart than strength." Victor refused without thinking. He knew he was no longer fit for the battlefield.


    "I don''t want you to lead the troops to fight, but I want you to use your mouth and hands to help us train a group of infantry." Pedro tried to make things simple.


    "I already have a job and can''t leave." Victor found another reason to refuse. He still thinks he has no ability to do well.


    "Victor, help Cherchen them. Don''t they say your friends?" Mrs. kolf said very seriously.


    Victor shook his head. It can be seen that his heart has begun to shake.


    Chechen knows what is enough. He dropped the subject and chatted with Victor again. About an hour later, he stood up and said goodbye to victor and Mrs. kolf.


    Ingrid also stood up. She wanted to take out the bag of Taylor, but she was stopped by Chechen with her eyes.


    Mrs. kolf sent the three out of the door, while Victor sat motionless and didn''t stand up.


    "You really don''t even give it away..." Mrs. kolf turned her head and wanted to complain about her husband, but she saw Victor playing with a high helmet, which was the only thing he kept.