On the fourth day after the fall of Smolensk, the war-torn city really seemed to usher in peace and prosperity.

    On that morning, Prince Alexei officially led 15000 soldiers to the front line of plotsk. The Marseille held by general Yakov cherkaski was also held on this day.

    After crying goodbye to the prince, the nobles of Smolensk had to take part in the horse race with joy. But compared with the hypocrisy of farewell, the excitement of everyone participating in the competition is sincere. Because Yakov cherkaski not only threw a huge prize of 1000 Taylor for the game, but also promised that the first place would be awarded the position of general adjutant.

    Compared with the mere 1000 Taylor, the old and young nobles of Smolensk certainly valued the position of adjutant more. After all, being able to work next to general Yakov cherkaski means faster prosperity.

    As a result, the square on this day has been resounding with the sound of horse hoofs. These young nobles brought out the best horses in their family. Even in the years when Smolensk was surrounded, these steeds ate the best oats, so they were fierce and magnificent.

    "Anzumov."

    At the end of the warm-up, one of the people rode out and shouted to run to a well-dressed young aristocrat.

    The well-dressed young nobleman was count anzumov Jr. After months of dormancy, the defeated doronin appeared in public again. It seems that in order to bid farewell to the past years of the Republic, today''s little anzumov wore the usual Kaftan clothes of Russian aristocrats and a Russian round hat.

    He was called Pucci, the second son of former Smolensk speaker shchenko.

    "Pucci, are you the horse who came to congratulate me for winning the championship in advance?" little anzumov stopped his horse and said proudly when Pucci came to his side.

    Of course, the second son of speaker shchenko did not come to mention little anzumov''s congratulations in advance. If the anzumov family and the shichenko family had worked together to reach an alliance because of the surrender, the alliance would have been broken because of the official surrender of Smolensk.

    With the exit of Fyodor obkhovic, the retirement of bishop kisher and the death of Senator doronin, there are only two people who can compete for the supreme power of Smolensk. As the saying goes, one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers. The struggle between old anzumov and shichenko began as early as the luncheon when Prince Alexei entered the city.

    The relationship between the elders is so. Of course, the relationship between little anzumov and Puqi will not be much better. Little anzumov''s "congratulation in advance" is purely a mockery of Puqi, because Puqi, as shichenko''s second son, also signed up for the game.

    "Hum!"

    Seeing that little anzumov was so arrogant, Pucci snorted heavily. He also raised his head proudly and said in a condescending manner, "I want to tell you to stay away from my horse later. It will bite."

    With that, Pucci left without looking back.

    "Sure enough, ignorant people are fearless." little anzumov looked at Puqi''s back and shook his head. His father had told himself that the position of the adjutant was reserved for him by general Yakov cherkaski. The reason why he arranged such a game was to block the long mouth of the city. It''s a sure thing to win the championship by yourself.

    What little count anzumov did not expect was that Pucci dared to collide with himself with such confidence because he and his father were guaranteed - the first and adjutant''s guarantee was yours.

    This guarantee also comes from Yakov cherkaski.

    The originator of this incident was standing by the windowsill on the top floor of Smolensk castle, looking at the square where the horse race was about to be held. The actions of young anzumov and Pucci certainly fell into the eyes of Yakov cherkaski. Although it was impossible to see the faces of the two riders from the position of the castle, khayakov could think of what the riders would say.

    "Throw a meat bone and the dog runs out." Yakov cherkaski smiled contemptuously and put the wine into his mouth. Although the rose wine is not as strong as vodka, the soft taste is more in line with Yakov''s taste.

    The self chime in the room rang eleven. In another hour, general Yakov will go to the square and personally preside over the opening of the game.

    Then the door of the room rang and someone came in from the outside.

    "General, I''m back."

    "Gregory, have all the of the correctional camp set out?" Yakov cherkaski didn''t look back, but he knew it was his adjutant who came in.

    "Let''s go," Grigory said gnashing his teeth.

    At this time, Gregory looked black and blue, his nose was crooked, and one hand was hung around his neck with a bandage.

    And all this, he was beaten in the correctional camp. Gregory is right. The punishment camps are a group of lawless, rebellious "bastards" and "obscene bastards" who regard life as nothing. As soon as he entered the correctional camp, he was pushed by several strong men with more muscles than brains. These strong men looked at themselves like chickens and wanted to strip themselves. Had it not been for yelishei''s protection, Gregory would have been dragged into a small black house.

    Under the protection of yelishei, Gregory finally met the manager of the correctional camp. It implied that the general allowed them to capture villages near Smolensk, especially rudnia.

    The warden of the correctional camp happily poured three bottles of vodka in a row. Seeing other troops coming to the city to enjoy themselves, they are still sleeping outside the city. The punishment camp has long been full of fire, which can finally be vented.

    The steward immediately asked his Ma Bian to call the captains of all teams.

    It was this order that made Gregory miserable. Among these captains, there was an enemy of Gregory. As soon as he saw Gregory, the man ran crazy, punched Gregory on the nose and broke Gregory''s arm. It happened so suddenly that even yelishei, who had originally protected Gregory, didn''t seem to react. When yelisi stopped, Gregory would have curled up into a shrimp.

    "Don''t worry. After today, there will be no punishment camp. Your enemy will disappear with the punishment camp."

    Perhaps it was because of Gregory''s pity that Yakov cherkaski rarely comforted Gregory.

    "My master, I am not dissatisfied with my experience, but hate that man who dares to humiliate the messenger you sent."

    "All right, all right. I understand," Yakov said impatiently.

    Seeing Yakov getting angry, Gregory closed his mouth.

    "You''ve been resting in the castle for a while. You don''t have to accompany me to the game today. Just let yelisi accompany me."

    Gregory''s present appearance really prevented Yakov cherkaski from taking it out.

    "Yelishei, yelishei." Yakov shouted a few times, but yelishei, who was supposed to be escorting outside, didn''t respond.

    "Master, when I came in, there was no one outside," Gregory said cautiously.

    "What are you talking about!"

    At this time, carrying a package with bear skin and uncle Pedro, Chechen grabbed a young man who was eager to get out of the city and asked, "Hello, why is the city so busy today?"