After Smolensk surrendered, according to Franco''s order, all the weapons and armor of the mercenary regiment were locked in the warehouse. Now all the mercenaries are almost unarmed except the self-defense short sword and the officer''s sword. So after Gregory pulled out his saber, the sound in the courtyard immediately decreased.

    Gregory had a smile on his lips, apparently laughing at the cowardice and fear of life and death of the mercenaries.

    He didn''t know that the mercenaries were not greedy for life and death. They just followed the order of commander Franco and didn''t conflict with the occupying forces of Czarist Russia in order to protect themselves.

    Che Chen looked at Gregory''s smile and really wanted to rush forward and tear the man''s mouth like a monkey. But he knew that if he acted rashly, he would give this guy the excuse to punish the mercenary regiment. He couldn''t harm everyone.

    How can we not only avoid conflict with each other, but also maintain the dignity of the mercenary regiment? Chechen had an idea and came up with a way.

    Chechen ran forward, picked up fiordo who fell to the ground and patted the dust off his body for him.

    "Children, is this your father-in-law or your grandfather?"

    Chechen turned a deaf ear to Gregory''s insult. He stood up straight and said to fiordo as a soldier: "count fiordo obhovich. The mercenary soldier alvar Chechen reported to you at the order of Captain Franco that the mercenary regiment has lined up and asked to escort you to the city hall."

    Escorted by a convoy of hundreds of people to the city hall, even the fiefdom guangwo and the high-ranking grand duke''s travel instrument driving are nothing more than this. This not only solved the embarrassment of fiordo''s lack of horses, but also raised the mercenaries'' attitude of "Non Violence and non cooperation", and safeguarded the dignity of the mercenary Corps.

    There was only one thing that worried Cherchen, that was whether his thought could get the support of head Franco.

    Chechen turned his eyes and secretly glanced back, but just saw Franco looking at himself with admiration.

    "Yes, count fiordo. The mercenary regiment is waiting for your order."

    Fiordo could not understand the intention of Chechen and Franco''s move. With tears in his eyes, he choked and said, "let''s go."

    So the mercenaries were divided into three teams and walked out of the gate of the castle in the order of front, middle and rear. The sonorous and powerful footsteps of mercenaries resounded clearly along the flat road.

    Franco, as head of the team, was at the forefront of the team. The former team is composed of long spearmen and long halberds in the mercenary regiment. And those who use these two weapons are the strongest warriors.

    The squadron is composed of musketeers. They surrounded the fiordo father and daughter, forming a square hollow square, as if guarding a carriage. And Chechen and Pedro are in this team.

    At the end of the team are some miscellaneous servants and auxiliary personnel of the mercenary regiment.

    Because of the sudden incident, no one in Gregory''s entourage reacted until the end of the team went out of the gate of the castle.

    "Adjutant, what should we do?" asked an attendant.

    "How? What else can we do? Of course, follow up." Gregory glared at the entourage. He knew he had screwed up his job. Fyodor''s appearance in front of the prince and his master, general Yakov, undoubtedly swept the face of the two adults. Gregory now really hates the head of Franco (he believes that Franco ordered Chechen''s actions). But it is no doubt unwise to use violence now. Just after his Highness the prince announced the Tsar''s grace in the city hall, there was a blood case in the castle, which will undoubtedly lose people''s hearts.

    More importantly, although they have weapons on their side, the mercenary Corps can have hundreds of people. If they really want to start, they can bite them to death with their teeth. Gregory is afraid to take risks.

    In this way, Gregory''s men and horses followed the mercenary regiment like a follower. The unknown people thought they were also mercenaries. Gregory was obviously aware of this problem. Several times, he wanted to beat Ma Chao to the front of the mercenary regiment, but the road was so wide that the queue of the mercenary regiment was just full.

    The mercenary regiment made so much noise that the Czarist Russian personnel such as Alexei in the city hall and the Polish surrender nobles such as anzumov all went out of the city hall, and the prince and the general fought like great enemies. Watch this strange team come.

    Finally the queue approached. Prince Alexei was the first to stand at the gate of the city hall. He frowned, stared and hung his hands.

    "Who are you?" asked Prince Alexei.

    "Count Fyodor obhovich of the Republic of Poland has arrived," Franco replied.

    "I asked who you are?"

    "I am Franco, the former head of the Smolensk mercenary regiment of the Republic of Poland."

    The prince nodded. Of course he knew the name. In the battle of Smolensk, the only highlight of the Polish army was doronin''s wing cavalry and the mercenary of the mercenary leader. Prince Alexei is a kind of hero. Seeing that the mercenary Corps can still have such energy and spirit after the surrender, he can''t help but attract people.

    At this time, Gregory finally found a chance to catch up with the mercenary regiment. He rolled down from his horse, walked on his knees and climbed in front of Yakov.

    "Useless things." Yakov was so angry when he saw Gregory that he stepped forward and kicked him.

    Gregory suffered the kick. He got up and turned upside down to climb in front of Prince Alexei.

    But the prince didn''t even look at him.

    "Where is your count?" Prince Alexei asked Franco again.

    Helena led her father out of the crowd. When she came to Cherchen, Helena said "thank you" in a voice so light that only herself and Cherchen could hear.

    Fiordo walked slowly, and his hands were shaking. This trembling increased as he was getting closer to Prince Alexei.

    "You are fiordo obhovich."

    "I, I am," said fiordo, shaking like a sieve. He tried countless times to maintain the dignity of an aristocrat, even of the defeated. But his body was not controlled by his mind.

    Looking at such an opponent, Alexei lost interest in speaking.

    He raised his hand and motioned to Andre next to him. Andre understood.

    "Your Highness invited you to the banquet at the castle today."

    Andre''s words were brief and comprehensive, but they could not be rejected.

    Fiordo nodded and said he would go.

    "And you, too," said Prince Alexei, suddenly pointing to Franco.