As soon as Cherchen''s voice fell, fedot''s dagger had hit Everich''s chest.

    "Fedot, don''t get excited. There''s something you can talk about slowly." Everich raised his hands to show that Zhejiang had given up resistance.

    Chechen and Pedro also raised their hands. Neither of them was armed this time. After all, as a member of the mercenary regiment who is a quasi prisoner of war, it is an excellent treatment to enjoy a certain right to free activities. Let the prisoners of war enter the city with weapons unless Prince Alexei''s brain is burned.

    "Mr. Everrich, I just want to borrow that gun. Just give me the gun and the hundred Taylor is yours."

    Mr. fedott was obviously the first time he had been a robber, so even when he had an advantage, he begged for superfluous coercion.

    "Of course, of course. I''ll lend you the gun," said Everich, taking a few steps back with his hands up. He retreated to the corner of the bed and pulled out a long box from under the bed.

    "Here, that''s what you want," averich stood up and motioned with his eyes.

    Fedot looked at the long box and wanted to open it.

    And Chechen immediately realized that this was an opportunity. As fedot was alone, it was necessary to open the box with his hand when he squatted down to check it. The lock on the box can''t be opened with one hand. When he lowered his head and opened the box, Cherchen had a chance to kick fedot''s head with his feet.

    Fedot was obviously aware of the problem. Instead of squatting down, he pointed a dagger at Pedro and Everich.

    "You two back to the corner, come on!"

    Pedro and efrich had to retreat.

    Then fedot pointed his dagger at Chechen.

    "You, lift the box to the table. Then open it."

    Cherchen lifted the box according to fedot''s order, put it on the table, and then opened it slowly.

    At that time, some of the muskets were already equipped with bayonets. Although the bayonets were still primitive at that time, they were of the plug-in type. But after all, it provides a melee weapon for Musketeers. Chechen only hopes that the musket in the box is also equipped with a bayonet, so that he can at least provide himself with a weapon for self-defense.

    But Chechen was disappointed again. In the box was a Turkish style musket. Turkish muskets usually have no bayonets. None of this one.

    And Pedro also saw that it was a Turkish gun. The biggest difference between Turkish guns and those in other parts of Europe is its larger caliber and longer barrel.

    "Hey, how could you have a Turkish musket."

    Pedro whispered to Everrich.

    "I also bought it from an old Polish nobleman. The old nobleman said it was the booty of his father''s generation when they fought with the Turks. Now he is leaving Smolensk, so he bought it to me if he can''t take it away," said Everich. At that time, he also thought that the fire gun was cheap and unique in style. In Sweden, maybe some nobles were willing to collect it, so they bought it. Unexpectedly, he found an impeccable disaster for himself.

    On the other side, fedot couldn''t wait to see Cherchen open the box.

    "Turn the box around," ordered fedot.

    Chechen turned the box upside down according to the words, and the musket that fedot dreamed of was exposed in front of him.

    Fedot obviously coveted the gun for a long time. Now he finally got the gun he had dreamed of and couldn''t help putting both hands on the gun.

    Obviously, this is a wrong action.

    Just as fedot was distracted, Chechen suddenly pressed the box cover. The box cover hit the back of fedot''s hand heavily, pressing his hand inside temporarily.

    "Uncle, hurry up!" Chechen shouted. Pedro hurried to help.

    Of course Pedro knows what to do. He and Ehrlich jumped up, and one of them grabbed fedot''s arm and held him firmly.

    Chechen found another rope. It took them nine cattle and two tigers to tie fedot firmly, and stuffed a rag into his mouth.

    "What should I do now?" Chechen asked breathlessly. When tying fedot, the guy struggled so hard that the strength of three people could hardly control him.

    It is reasonable to say that such people should be brought to justice by the law enforcement team sent to Smolensk. But inside, Chechen and Pedro are also "Prisoners". The prisoner sent the prisoner to prison, which is a little embarrassing.

    Pedro obviously thought of this problem, and he didn''t want to deal with the Russians and the aristocratic officials of Smolensk.

    "Why don''t we let him go," said Pedro.

    "How could that be!" when Pedro said he wanted to release the man, Everich became anxious. The man had just wanted his own life.

    "Well, you didn''t hear the man''s tone just now. He was really forced. Take these fifty Taylor and take it as compensation for you." Pedro said, putting the other fifty Taylor in his pocket.

    "That''s OK." for the sake of 50 Taylor, Everich also compromised.

    However, fedot heard that the three were going to divide up his 100 Taylor. His eyes were red like a wounded beast, and he howled with unknown meaning.

    "Thank God if you don''t spend your whole life in prison. You still love money here."

    Pedro scolded angrily when he saw that fedot was still in love with money.

    Today he saw a man who loved money more than himself.

    Seeing fedot''s desperate expression, Chechen couldn''t help feeling pity. He felt that fedot was also a poor man. Looking at his ragged clothes, it was very difficult to get a hundred Taylor, but he was willing to borrow the gun for the money once. It can be seen that there must be a special reason why he wants this gun.

    With this in mind, Chechen squatted down and said to fedot, "why do you have to use this gun? Tell me, if your reason is reasonable, I''ll let Mr. Everrich lend you the gun."

    Fedot glanced at Cherchen and Everich. Seeing that Ehrlich did not express any objection, he nodded.

    Chechen took out the rag stuffed in fedot''s mouth.

    "I''m going to kill a man." this was fedot''s first sentence. The killing word fedot was uttered with the greatest hatred.

    "Kill who? Why?" Chechen asked.

    Fedot told his story briefly.

    Fedot was originally a hunter in the Czar''s imperial garden, which is an enviable job. Due to fedot''s superb shooting skills, he was quickly valued by the imperial garden manager and appointed him to accompany the Mikhailovich Tsar in hunting.

    If fedot took this opportunity and performed well in front of the Czar, it would not be difficult to get the reward from the czar.

    But just then, a scribe in the imperial garden took a fancy to fedot''s wife. But fedot''s wife was very loyal to fedot and sternly rejected the hateful scribe. So the skinny guy planned a plot.

    Knowing that czar Mikhailovich was very interested in all kinds of rare animals, he slandered fedot that he had seen a white horse with horns in the forest. The Czar was really interested. He immediately ordered fedot to catch the horned white horse.

    In this way, fedot will be put in prison whether he goes or not. And the scribe could take fedot''s wife. After learning that all this was the scribe''s plot, fedot took the axe and went straight to the scribe''s house and gave him a sharp knife. Then fedot secretly sent his wife to a distant relative''s house in Astrakhan, and he himself began to escape.

    Fedot was caught before he escaped far. The original charge of murder was to be sentenced to death, but the war saved him. He was put into a correctional camp and headed for the Smolensk front.

    "Didn''t the scribe die?" Chechen quickly guessed the reason why fedot wanted the gun.

    "Yes, he''s not dead. I saw him," fedot said.

    After hearing such a sad story, even Everich couldn''t help but feel pity.

    "Anyway, I spent 80 on the gun. Taylor received it from the old nobleman. Why not sell it to her for 100," thought Everich.

    And Cherchen did it more thoroughly. He picked up fedot and untied him.

    "Mr. Everrich, take his hundred. I''ll give you another hundred Taylor. If fedotte returns the gun, you''ll give me the hundred Taylor. If he doesn''t return the gun, the hundred Taylor will be yours. What do you think, uncle?" said Cherchen.

    "You''ve decided. What else do you ask me to do?" Pedro muttered. He knew very well that after fedot got the gun, whether it was successful or not, he would not send it back. Because this gun is the evidence of fedot''s murder, which will bring disaster to Ehrlich and other three people. But he was still very happy for Chechen''s determination.

    "No problem, of course. That''s the best of both worlds," said Pedro.

    Chechen handed 150 Taylor to Everrich, and then handed the gun box to fedot.

    "This gun is yours now, Mr. fedot," said Cherchen solemnly.

    Fedot took the box with a trembling hand. He narrowed his mouth and didn''t know what to say.

    "How can I repay you, kind sir?"

    For a long time, fedot said gratefully.

    "You don''t have to thank us, Mr. fedott. Every honest man will do it after hearing what happened to you."

    "At least let me know the name of the kind person."

    "Oh, I''m Chechen from the mercenary regiment. This is my uncle Pedro." Chechen said frankly.

    "Mercenary regiment? Is it the mercenary regiment of rudnia!" fedot asked anxiously when he heard the word "mercenary regiment".