"My nephew, what happened to your hand? Who hurt you?" on the other side, when Chechen returned to his residence, the injury on his hand really caught Pedro''s attention. The dear uncle ran up and asked in surprise.

    "It''s just a little injury, it''s okay. Uncle." for the relationship between uncle, Chechen''s heart is of course very moved, but he still chose to hide it because he had a word with the old head of tatarchuk.

    Pedro looked at Chechen''s eyes and his injury. Of course, the veteran saw that his nephew was lying. But the firm eyes made Pedro obviously feel that his nephew had grown up, had adult ideas and his own ideas, and he should not take too much care of his uncle.

    "I accidentally fell and stabbed myself, uncle." Chechen explained again.

    "Oh, that''s right. Then be careful in the future." Pedro said stupidly and stopped asking.

    "Yes."

    In the evening, Aragon came here again. He was surprised to see Chechen''s injury, but Chechen still answered him with the answer to Pedro.

    "Aragon, what''s the matter with you coming so late?" maybe he thought Aragon disturbed Cherchen''s rest, and Pedro hurried to the point.

    "Oh, that''s right. I''m going to patrol the border area the day after tomorrow. I wanted to go with yochechen. Unexpectedly, he was injured. What a coincidence," Aragon said.

    "Patrol the border? Why are you sent? Shouldn''t those poles be more familiar with the terrain?" Pedro was puzzled about the patrol. Speaking of it, native poles or registered Cossacks should have more advantages in this matter. Even if the Lord of Fyodor trusted the mercenaries again, shouldn''t he give them everything?

    "I''m not very clear about that. Originally, we were arranged to guard the castle, but in the afternoon, the little count anzumov took the city master''s warrant and said that noble guards took over our work and sent us to patrol the border."

    "What is the noble guard?" said Pedro, curious about the so-called guard.

    "The noble guard is an army composed of nobles and their servants in Smolensk. Of course, their establishment is not in the military book of the Republic. Generally, these people will not be summoned. Only when the Republic is facing invasion, the king or provincial council will issue an order to summon young nobles and their servants." Aragon explained.

    "Well," said Pedro in a deep voice, and then asked, "who is in charge of this army?"

    "Nominally, Lord fiordo is the supreme commander of this force. But according to the Convention, Lord fiordo will appoint a famous nobleman as the commander. In the city, count anzumov Jr. and Senator doronin have high voices. However, the specific candidate has not been determined yet."

    "What about the equipment of this army?"

    When Pedro asked about this, Aragon looked excited. He seemed to open the chatterbox and said: "It''s hard to say. These nobles and their servants joined the army with their own weapons and armor. Unlike those civilian groups, they are equipped with long guns and cotton uniforms; and unlike us, most of them are infantry. They are cavalry. Everyone uses super long guns, wears plate armor decorated with gold and silver, and there is a big nose guard on their helmets. You must be sure I''ve heard of the name of this army - winged cavalry. "

    "Oh, my God! It''s them." Pedro and Cherchen exclaimed at the same time.

    How could they not have heard of the name of the winged cavalry? When they were in Riga, Sweden, even the fearless Swedes would look frightened when they heard of the Polish winged cavalry. Angels and demons are what Swedes call this kind of cavalry. A legendary cavalry mixed the beauty of angels and the terror of demons.

    "Yes, that''s them," Aragon said admiringly. It can be seen that the young man also admired the legendary cavalry.

    "Why did you ask such an important cavalry to guard the castle that day? Isn''t it overqualified?" this time, Chechen asked Aragon. It''s incredible to let cavalry guard and infantry patrol.

    "I don''t know," Aragon said.

    "Count, you''re home," said the servant driving the carriage, stopping in front of count anzumov''s house, ringing the bell.

    Little anzumov put down his sword fighting skill and got out of the car slowly after the servants opened the door and stepped into the warm cloak baked by the fire.

    The light on the second floor of the room was still on. Little anzumov asked the servant, "hasn''t my father slept yet?"

    "The master has been waiting for you," replied the servant.

    Little anzumov nodded. Then he entered the door and went up the second floor along the circular corridor with dim street lights.

    "Father, may I come in?" asked little anzumov.

    "Come in." an old voice came from the room.

    Little anzumov entered the room. At the desk in the room, an elderly middle-aged man was lying on a recliner with a heater in his hand.

    "Father," said little anzumov, hanging his hat and cloak on the hanger.

    "You stayed in the castle all day," said anzumov, glancing at his son.

    "One day is better than one year." little anzumov''s lips were filled with joy, like a child who offered treasures to his father.

    This successfully aroused the interest of anzumov.

    That''s what little anzumov wants. He beamed about his conversation with the fiordo and his daughter and his plan.

    After hearing his son''s story, the old count anzumov raised his head and his eyes were full of smiles. He was happy that he had such an excellent son.

    "I''m very happy, my child. Your mind is not only better than me, but also better than your grandfather. I believe that after being the son-in-law of the obhovich family, your career will not be limited to Smolensk."

    "Thank you, father."

    "But I don''t understand why you should suggest that fiordo change the guards of the day. You should know that even if Helena and Catherine are finally exposed, the guards won''t disobey their orders and refuse to arrest him." the whole thing, only the son''s behavior, old anzumovbo couldn''t understand.

    "Father, you know, doronin and I are both candidates for the commander of the noble guard. This time, I asked my future father-in-law to change the guard of the day in order to defeat doronin in front of them, and then took the opportunity to let my future father-in-law declare me commander." this was the idea of little anzumov after leaving Helena''s room, He wants to maximize the benefits of this matter.

    "You want to duel with doronin?" old anzumov guessed his son''s idea, but he thought it was too risky.

    "I have confidence in myself," said little anzumov confidently.