"Dear mother, see the letter."

    Aleval Chechen sat in the warm room and wrote on the yellow stationery with a goose feather pen in his hand. At that time, Spanish knights, like Swiss halberds, were very popular and loved mercenaries in all countries. In the war-torn European continent, there are many mercenaries with skills who have made war achievements and are appreciated by the Lord. Among them, the most famous is Warren Stan, known as the "mercenary king".

    After landing in Riga, Sweden, they stayed in Riga for several months with more than 20 fellow countrymen from the same ship. But no one hired them during this period.

    As a result, Sweden at that time was in a rare period of peace after three decades of war. At that time, King Carl of Sweden and King Jan kazimiz of Poland were cousins. They both came from the Carl family. Thanks to this relationship, the two countries signed a peace agreement. Even when Polish nobles were troubled by the Cossack uprising in Ukraine, the agreement was strictly observed.

    In recent years, as a Protestant country, Sweden naturally has a distrust of mercenaries from Catholic countries. They are more willing to hire mercenaries from Protestant German states.

    Seeing that the money brought from Spain was about to run out, alvar Chechen''s uncle made a decision - to go to Poland and find a job there.

    It happened that a caravan set out from Riga to Smolensk was looking for a guard. Chechen''s uncle Pedro took Chechen and 11 fellow villagers who were willing to go to Smolensk together and embarked on the journey.

    The journey was very peaceful. I didn''t meet robbers or the like. This made the caravan and mercenaries very happy. For those who run, nothing is more pleasant than having a safe trip; For the mercenaries, although they live a life of adding blood to the knife head, they can get the money smoothly. No one wants to exchange their lives for others.

    But there was only one person, but he was very depressed. This is little Chechen. Spain is not only a country of knights, but also a country rich in knight novels. Since childhood, Chechen likes to read knight novels. Although he is not as obsessed as Tang jikede written by Cervantes, he often fantasizes that he is the hero in the novel - upholding justice and fighting dragons.

    Starting from Riga, little Chechen followed Pedro closely, holding the sword handle hanging around his waist with his right hand, and walked in the front of the team. A pair of beautiful brown eyes kept watching the movements around, looking forward to jumping out of a short eyed robber from a small forest or valley.

    For Chechen''s careful thinking, his uncle Pedro always saw it in his eyes. Although in the eyes of Pedro over 40, these little moves of Cherchen are childish and ridiculous, whose youth didn''t come like this? Pedro didn''t break it, but more carefully protected Cherchen behind him.

    After a journey of more than 20 days, the caravan rested in zamoshiye. It''s less than a day''s journey from Smolensk.

    Originally, we only planned to stay here for one night and set out, but the sudden heavy snow disrupted the plan. Overnight, the road completely disappeared, leaving only white. Under the arrangement of village head Mikhail, four or five houses were set aside for the caravan. Chechen lives in a wooden house with his uncle Pedro and three mercenaries.

    Due to the heavy snow and cold weather, Chechen can only move indoors. Bored, little Chechen thought of writing to his mother in Spain. In addition to reporting peace, he also wanted to express such a beautiful snow scene in words so that his mother could feel it. After all, in Spain, people will never see such heavy snow in their life.

    After writing the first sentence, Chechen began to resign. Snow white teeth bit the end of the quill pen, but they couldn''t write a word. It can''t be blamed that Chechen has no culture and doesn''t study well. In fact, when he was in his hometown, Chechen entered a church school at the age of 8. During his six years there, he not only learned Latin, but also mathematics, medicine, geography and astronomy. Even the priests of the church school praised him. I can''t write it. I can only blame the snow for its beauty, and the words describing the snow scene in Spanish are too poor.

    After biting off the end of the goose feather pen for countless times, Chechen finally made up his mind. He dipped the tip of the pen and prepared to write.

    But at this time, the door of the wooden house was pushed open. The wind and snow that had been raging outside the house rushed in. Some of the "brave and tenacious" even attacked the desk and wet the stationery and Chechen''s cheeks.

    "Uncle Pedro, close the door quickly." Chechen touched the learning residue on his face and complained to the door.

    It was Chechen''s uncle, Pedro, the temporary leader of the mercenary, who entered the door.

    Pedro was very short and strong. He had a fat round face and a big hooked nose. Due to baldness, there was only a little hair on the edge of his head. This made him look extremely funny. But once people look away from his face and turn to his waist, most people can''t laugh.

    Because there is a sword and a half hanging. This kind of sword was very popular hundreds of years ago, but even among knights, it is rare to use it skillfully, let alone in the era of firearms. In the eyes of knowledgeable people, those who dare to travel with this sword decide to be masters of kendo.

    Hearing Cherchen''s complaint, Pedro smiled and showed his yellow teeth. He slammed the door shut and bolted it. Then he took off his leather gloves and threw them heavily on the bed. And almost hit a companion.

    "Hey, guys. You''re lucky to go to Smolensk with the wise and brave Pedro Knight of aleval." this is Pedro''s opening speech after entering the door.

    The mercenaries lying in bed seemed to be used to Pedro''s "big talk", but looked up at Pedro and lay back. Only the excitement on Chechen''s face.

    "Why? Why? Uncle Pedro."

    "Because," just as Pedro wanted to speak, it could be seen that there was only Cherchen, and he took back what he had said. He went to the big birch bed, picked up his gloves and smoked the lying mercenaries one by one until they sat up.

    "There will be a war soon." Pedro opened his head and told everyone the news from the village head of Mikhail.