"Poland, zaporoze, czar Russia." after listening to Uncle Pedro''s description of the war situation (basically similar to the dialogue between Franco and fiordo obhovich), Cherchen broke his fingers and recited it several times, raised his head and asked, "Uncle Pedro, should we join there?"

    "Amount"

    Just as Pedro was about to speak, some of his companions, who had just lain lazily in bed, straightened up and shouted their views.

    "Of course it''s Poland. Aren''t we going to Smolensk? After delivering the goods, we just went to the army."

    This is one of them.

    "You''re stupid. Didn''t you hear that czar Russia and zaporoze''s Cossacks are going to fight over? Two fight one. If you go to Smolensk, you''ll die."

    As soon as the man finished, a man next to him retorted.

    The first speaker choked for a moment.

    "As I say, I''d better go to the Czar''s Russian army. It''s said that they pay for mercenaries with fur, which is more valuable than Indian spices."

    Everyone said a word to me. No one could convince anyone. Suddenly, there was a pot of porridge in the room.

    "Stop." finally, Pedro couldn''t bear it. He shouted and ended the endless quarrel.

    "Cherchen, what do you think? Which side shall we join?" said Pedro to his little nephew. Just now, only Chechen didn''t comment.

    "Uncle, I, I think..." Chechen hesitated.

    "It doesn''t matter. Dare to say what you think," Pedro encouraged.

    Feeling the encouragement in his uncle''s eyes, Chechen said boldly.

    "I think we should join the side of justice."

    Chechen''s voice is not big, but everyone can hear every word clearly in such a small room.

    Soon there was a dead silence.

    Everyone was stunned.

    "Ah, ha ha ha ha." I don''t know who reacted first and burst out a shocking laugh. Then everyone laughed and leaned forward and backward one by one.

    In this situation, Che Chen was at a loss. He doesn''t know where his words are so funny. Isn''t it wrong to join the side of justice?

    Seeing Che Chen''s stupidity, Pedro, who was almost angry with his smile just now, had to make a round.

    "All right, all right. What Chechen said is also right. Justice will win. Of course, we should join the winning party. Chechen in my family has read books and speaks a little gently."

    With that, Pedro grabbed Cherchen''s hair with a palm fan like hand and shook his head. Wake him up from his stupidity.

    But in his heart, Pedro felt whether it was a mistake to bring Cherchen out. Cherchen, who had received chivalry education since childhood, could spend his life in peace if he stayed in Spain, although he had no inheritance right; The greatest danger of being a mercenary is this worthless sense of justice, which is more life than a sword.

    However, the idea passed Pedro''s mind for a moment. The immediate thing is more realistic and needs him to deal with it.

    "Which side do you think we should join?" the mercenaries kicked the ball to pirona again.

    I don''t think Pedro has much prestige. In this unfamiliar place, no one is sure enough to make the right decision about the three major forces that may be scuffling soon.

    "Let''s go to Smolensk and join Poland," said Pedro.

    "Look, I said to join Poland." the mercenary who first said to join Poland shouted excitedly when he saw that Pedro said the same.

    "Why!" more is the voice of doubt.

    "Because the city Lord there is stupid enough."

    This is an unexpected answer for everyone. Chechen believes that his uncle has never been to Smolensk or met the city master there, but now uncle Pedro says the city master there is a "fool".

    "Working for a stupid man is more profitable than working for a smart man," continued Pedro, whose words and his certainty that he did not match his appearance created a sense of trust.

    "We have too few people. Even if we go, we can''t get high employment fees," said the mercenary who was clamoring to go to czar Russia. Although still questioning, it has changed from where to go to how to do it.

    Pedro obviously noticed this too. He patted himself on the chest and said with more confidence: "no problem. We have made up our minds first and wait until tomorrow to convince others. As long as we gather enough teams, the negotiation will be left to me."

    The mercenaries looked at each other and finally nodded together.

    "I believe you this time. But it can''t be less than 20 times a month."

    "No problem."

    In this way, his uncle Pedro became the leader of these people, which stunned Cherchen.

    In the next few days, Pedro set up a series in the wooden houses where the mercenaries lived, room by room, persuading other mercenaries to join his group. In doing this, Pedro didn''t bring Cherchen. So Chechen doesn''t know how many people his uncle persuaded. But these days, Chechen hasn''t done anything. He has been thinking and looking for the answer. The answer is - how did Uncle Pedro know that the Lord of Smolensk was a fool.

    On the fourth day of living in zamoshiya, the snow finally stopped. The caravan is ready to continue to Smolensk. The news of the coming war seemed to have no effect on the caravan. The reason why the leader is so bold may be that it is a Swedish caravan, not a belligerent.

    Although the snow stopped, the roads were submerged by heavy snow. As a last resort, the leader of the caravan found the village head of Mikhail and hoped to rent some sleds, which is also the most suitable means of transportation for travel in Eastern Europe in winter.

    "Sleigh, yes, but"

    When the team leader made a request to the village head of Mikhail, the old village head with a goatee and felt hat said that the sled had, but the content behind "but" was always hesitant.

    "We won''t use it in vain. One Taylor a day." the team leader has seen more and more everywhere. Seeing the village head of Mikhail faltering, he knew that it was money, and then he offered a price.

    To be honest, the price is very reasonable. The price of mercenaries is only ten Taylor per person.

    But the head of village Mikhail waved his hand again and again, saying that it was not a matter of money. He and the people in the village regarded the caravan as friends. If a friend is busy, he must help, but.

    Now, the team leader came back. It''s not a matter of money. Mikhail has something to help the caravan.

    It turned out that there was a gang of robbers near zamoshye village who often robbed villagers going to Smolensk. They not only robbed property, but also killed people. The city masters and major in Smolensk hid in the castle one by one, ignoring the villagers'' requests. Seeing that the army did not care, the robbers became more arrogant and rushed directly into the village. There was no choice but to turn to the caravan for help. He has a crush on the mercenaries of the caravan.

    This "friend" request gave the team leader a headache. Mercenaries have the duty to protect the caravan, but they have no right to order mercenaries to suppress bandits, unless robbers take the initiative to rob themselves.

    So the leader took the village head of Mihail and called all the mercenaries to the church in the village, leaving the problem to the mercenaries to decide for themselves.

    This was also the first meeting of the predecessor of the famous mainland x mercenary Corps.