Not to mention charnietsky''s concerns.


    In Kafa, after Viscount Hesse asked this silly question, Cherchen came forward and gave Viscount Hesse a melon seed in his head.


    What does this guy think all day!


    Chechen said to Viscount Hesse, "no women, men, men."


    Seeing that Viscount Hessen touched the head hurt by Cherchen, his face showed a smile translated into language, which was "the original captain''s good mouth, no wonder...", Cherchen really wanted to go up and kick his ass. But in the end, Chechen held back his impulse.


    "I want to expand the mercenary regiment," Chechen said to Viscount Hesse, "recruit from slaves."


    Chechen''s plan is also a temporary unintentional. It was inspired When Oksana tricked her into going to the slave market. This time, after reaching a deal with Kemal, he strengthened Cherchen''s idea of recruiting and expanding the mercenary regiment from slaves.


    After all, Hessen mercenaries, as their core strength, are only a hundred, and Kemal''s Sudanese soldiers don''t seem so reliable, whether it''s combat effectiveness or loyalty; The Crimean Tatars, who may take refuge in the future, may be good to play with the wind. If they suffer setbacks, it''s better to disperse in a mass. If they turn against themselves, they may sell themselves.


    So Chechen wants to find an alliance, an alliance that is really willing to serve himself and can fight. And his goal is the slaves in the Kafa slave market.


    These slaves were strong men captured by Crimean Tatars from Ukraine and tsarist Russia (those who were not strong enough or older had long been killed by Tatars or died on the way to Kafa). According to Chechen''s estimation, there are an estimated two or three thousand unsold male slaves in Kafa''s slave market. If you give them weapons and arm them, you will have confidence. Moreover, Chechen doesn''t have to worry that these people will betray themselves. Because the slaves follow Chechen, Chechen will give them freedom and money, and fall into the hands of other slave owners. They have to work all their lives to death. If you meet some abnormal people, life is worse than death.


    Chechen briefly told Viscount Hesse what he thought. When he heard it, viscount Hesse knew it was a big business. He quickly put away his playful face and went to find the slave dealer named Harmon.


    At about lunchtime, Harmon was brought to Cherchen by Viscount Hessen.


    The coup at Pasha''s residence last night and the emergence of armed men at the wharf have already been transmitted to the ears of slave traders through Kafa''s pervasive information network. Unable to know, the information was too fragmentary, and some slave traders falsely spread the wrong information, Hessen mercenaries were regarded as Cossack sailors.


    As a result, the slave traders such as Harmon were all terrified, because for more than ten years, the Cossack sailors often attacked the Crimean Khanate and the cities of the Ottoman Turkish Empire from the sea. Even one year, the Cossacks sneaked all the way to Istanbul along the route of the Black Sea and set off a "fireworks" for the Sultan of Ottoman Turkey. The Cossacks were the cruelest to slave traders—— Peeling, puncturing, pouring silver... The total penalty is the favorite of Cossacks.


    Therefore, when Viscount Hesse came to the door, Harmon, frightened to death, even wanted to kill himself with poison. At least he could die happily. Just when the medicine came to his mouth, Harmon was scared to death again. He put away the poison and followed Viscount Hesse to Pasha''s official residence.


    "I''m not afraid of death, just wait and die again," Harmon said to himself.


    "Harmon, we meet again."


    When Cherchen''s voice came, Harmon, who was frightened and lowered his head, recognized Cherchen, his heart was finally put down and raised again.


    The man in front of him knew himself, and his hair was not shaved and combed into a lock. He should not be a Cossack, so his life was saved, but he once sold the old, weak, sick and disabled slaves to him at a high price. Did he return to God and settle accounts with himself?


    Harmon saluted Cherchen. He first offered to return part of the money cheated from Chechen to him, and then changed to say it was all. After another meeting, Harmon felt that Chechen didn''t look for himself for money. He had the courage to ask what Chechen called himself.


    Chechen did not pretend to be polite to Harmon, and directly put forward his own requirements.


    "My Lord, I heard you right. Do you mean to buy all the male prostitutes in Kafa city?"


    Harmon was shocked by Chechen''s great pen. He suspected that he had heard wrong and pulled out his ears.


    "Yes, all male * * clerks and their families." Chechen confirmed and added another one.


    "This, this..." Harmon hesitated.


    "What? Is there a problem?"


    "No, No. just to buy these thousands of slaves, the money spent is astronomical." Harmon carefully reminded Cherchen.


    "Money is not a problem. I only want people. And you go back and tell your friends that I will pay money and people on one hand. I will never default." Chechen promised Harmon.


    Harmon left with Cherchen''s promise.


    Early the next morning, several slave traders came to the door with more than a dozen slaves. They are here to test whether Che Chen really keeps his word. As a result, Chechen bought the slaves at the market price.


    After that, the slave traders became bolder. They began to send slaves to Pasha residence in dozens or even hundreds. As the number of male * * clerks in Kafa city decreased, the price also rose. After seeing Cherchen''s "integrity", some slave traders began to bid up human prices. After finding out, Chechen severely taught them with a whip.


    On the third day, Tatars appeared among the slaves. Cherchen knew that the male slaves saved by Kafa were basically bought by himself. He stopped trading decisively.


    In three days, Chechen bought 2617 slaves and spent 20000 gold coins equivalent to Taylor. Among them, the young and strong male * * are subordinate to 2440 people, and among these people, their family members are only a little more than 100 people, mainly adult women.


    Chechen arranged the slaves to be stationed outside the city. He was not worried that the slaves would escape. In a country where everyone lives by hunting slaves, they leave their protection and wait for them to either die or be sold back to Kafa.


    No one knows that these three days are also the three days that Chechen is most afraid of. Because he has only more than 100 people on hand, he can only be reunited in the Pasha residence. The Sudanese soldiers of Kemal are always on guard when their strength is insufficient. If there are any changes inside and outside KAFA City, they are really hard to resist.


    Fortunately, at the beginning, LAN gley took almost all the soldiers of the whole Khanate in order to attack akman, and the largest slave trader group in Kafa temporarily chose to stand with him because of its silver bullet attack.


    These three days are also the busiest three days in Chechen. Whenever another batch of slaves were sent, Cherchen would pick them up in person and whet his skin to persuade them to serve him. The condition is to give them freedom and money in the future. Most of the slaves accepted Cherchen''s persuasion, while a small number of timid and unscrupulous people who wanted to go to the ground to start the price, Cherchen put them in the dungeon in the mansion. After Chechen captured begzisalai, he was ready to sell those evil guys to Harmon again.


    Now, Chechen finally has enough power to rule Kafa city. His most urgent task now is to train these slaves so that they know how to fight and fight the battlefield as soon as possible.


    Sooner or later, begzisala will get the news that he must send troops to occupy there as soon as possible.


    Che Chen wanted to do the training himself, but now he is really inseparable. As expected, Mahmoud Pasha began to regret after writing the following books. He mentioned several times that he wanted Chechen to stand still and return the document he wrote against LAN gley at the beginning of the crusade. At this point, Chechen will not obey him, but after all, he has to rely on the title of Pasha of Mahmoud to deter and drive those Sudanese soldiers, so Chechen can only cheer up and persuade Pasha of Mahmoud from time to time to stabilize Pasha of Mahmoud.


    Fatima, who was around him, was a good hand in sneaking and assassination, but training recruits was not her specialty. Of course, this is not to say that TIMA doesn''t have this ability. If you give her ten or eight years, Fatima can train a group of excellent killers. What Ke Chechen needs now is not a killer, but a decent war soldier.


    As for Viscount Hesse, his ability is competent. After fighting side by side for so long, Chechen slowly began to trust this guy. But when Chechen is away, he can''t lead Hessen mercenaries to guard Pasha''s residence and maintain law and order in Kafa city without him.


    When people come to use, they hate less. At this time, Cherchen regretted not bringing yelishei.


    After thinking about it, Chechen had to call Stepan Racine. Stephan Racine kept his promise and was waiting in a tavern near the slave market when Sir hessenzi followed Chechen''s order to find him. However, the accommodation expenses given to him by Chechen have become wine on the table. He was also a good drinker. He didn''t even get drunk after drinking twelve bottles of vodka. Because Stepan was Russian and most of the slaves bought by Chechen came from czar Russia, Chechen arranged Stepan Racine to be a small captain. And Stepan Racine didn''t let Chechen down. He managed his team in order with whip and fist.


    When Chechen just started to say that he wanted to find someone to train and manage these paid slaves, Stepan Racine immediately fell to his knees. He kisses the toe of Chechen''s shoe with his mouth, acting like a loyal slave - which is what he advertises himself.


    "Master, please leave this task to me. I will train them in three days!" Stepan Racine firmly assured Cherchen.


    Three days!


    Stepan''s promise made Chechen can''t believe it. In his expectation, ten days is the least.


    "What are you going to do?" Chechen asked.


    "I just want my master to give me two things."


    "What?"


    "Weapons and vodka."


    Stephan Racine further explained: "master, you don''t know us Russians. We Russians are a natural fighting nation. We will cut people from birth; as long as we give them wine, they will obey like cats."


    "It will also bite people like a tiger." Chechen secretly said.


    However, Stephan''s statement that the Russians are born to fight is not empty. When he was in Smolensk, Cherchen had seen with his own eyes how the Russian soldiers with bare chests and axes and heavy hammers fought bravely and fearlessly.


    The next day, in a temporary camp outside Kafa, a hill of weapons and vodka appeared in front of the slaves. They were salivating at vodka. If they hadn''t drunk today, because they were sober and afraid of the whip in Stephan Racine''s hand, the big saber around his waist and the pistol on his belt, as well as the team of soldiers behind him who rose to heaven because of Stephan Racine, they would have rushed up and robbed him.


    Stephan Racine''s whip rattled the glass bottles of vodka, and he succeeded in attracting the slaves'' attention.


    "Would you like a drink?" asked Stepan Racine.


    In fact, there is no need to ask this question at all. Just look at their greedy eyes to know the answer.


    Without waiting for their answer, Stephan Racine grabbed a heavy hammer and threw it at a muscular man, and then threw another axe to the people around the man.


    "You two fight in pairs, and whoever wins will be rewarded with a bottle of vodka," Stephan Racine said directly to the slaves without fancy words.


    Vodka is the best mobilization. As soon as Stephan Racine''s voice fell, the slaves rushed to the weapon. They have chosen powerful ones, and the combination of page hammer and steel shield is their favorite.


    The two slaves first assigned by Stephan Racine are examples. One of them used a heavy hammer and a steel shield, and the other used an axe. They fought first. From time to time, the weapon''s armor tinkled. After only three rounds, the muscular man saw a chance to block the opponent, overturned the steel shield in front of him and knocked the opponent to the ground.


    Just as the big man''s hammer was about to hit his opponent''s forehead, Stephan Racine stopped it in time.


    "Stop!" cried Stepan Racine.


    The big man''s hammer stopped just a few centimeters from the guy''s face.


    Stephan Racine hooked a bottle of vodka with two hands and threw it at the big man.


    "What''s your name?" asked Stepan Racine.


    "Xie Miao, Xie Miao godonov."


    Stephan Racine nodded.


    "OK, Xie Miao godonov. From today on, you will be the team leader."


    The people who were still fighting around gave Shimon godonov a jealous look. Then they fought harder.


    That''s what Stephan Racine wants. He encouraged loudly and raised the winner''s hand from time to time to encourage others.


    Throughout the day, there was no break in the beating sound in the temporary camp. People who don''t know because this is an arsenal.