After sending Chris and the others back to their residence, Cheerchen and Pidro also returned to the mercenary group's residence. In the next few days, Cheer Chen focused his energy on training, as if he had completely forgotten about meeting the princess and Princess Anna.

With regard to this question, Pidro reminded and hinted Cheerchen several times overtly or secretly, but Cheerchen always said that he would wait for Anjay to come together to meet him, and then Gu left and right to him.

As for Cheerchen's attitude, Pedro, as an uncle, can only say nothing.

According to reason, even though the troops led by Anjieyi went by land, it was faster than Chechen and the others by boat, but they should have arrived in a few days. But three days later, Cheerchen still didn't look forward to Anjay's arrival.

While Chechen was secretly worried about whether Anjay Kmicicz and his troops had some accident on the road, Anjay's most loyal subordinate Oshka found the camp of the mercenary group.

"You really made me easy to find. I asked a lot of people to know that you are stationed in this ghost place."

Oshka yelled as soon as he entered the tent. His body and clothes were covered with sweat, and he was obviously in a rush.

"We have no choice. Prince Yanush arranged for us to be stationed here, and now the city of Miatersk is full of people. We just want to live in a place that is not that big in the city."

Chechen handed Oshka a clean towel and replaced his dirty hat to wipe off sweat.

On the side, quartermaster Ingrid took out a new bottle of wine and poured a full glass.

After Oshka wiped off the sweat on his face and body, Cheerchen took the glass of wine and handed it to Oshka. The latter grunted down his throat as soon as he took the glass.

"Is Anzu coming?" Cheerchen asked.

"No, in fact I am here today for this." Oshka put down the empty glass, then burped comfortably.

"What's going on?" Chechen was a little strange. According to Prince Yanush's order, Anjay and his reinforcements should come to Miatelsk to gather.

"The order has changed. We received a new order from General Pavel Sapega on the way to Myatersk. General Pavel Sapega ordered us to gather in the Vizh area. Anzu is afraid that you will not I was worried when seeing us here, so I asked me to come and tell you." Oshka said.

"Why?" Cheerchen asked.

"Who knows? Maybe the two commanders have other plans." Oshka said carelessly.

Cheer Chen thinks about it too. The battle situation on the front line changes rapidly. Sometimes the commander has just received the first order, and due to the emergence of new circumstances, he will receive a second, completely different order immediately.

"We haven't received any orders yet." Cheer Chen said.

"It should be coming soon. Everyone is saying that there is going to be a battle soon." Oshka said quickly.

The battle against Tsarist Russia was exactly what Cheorchen had dreamed of.

"Tell Anzu, I really hope that we can fight side by side with him in the next war." Cheer Chen said sincerely.

"I will. But when the time comes, the greatest credit must belong to our Anzu." Oshka replied.

Although these words smelled of gunpowder, Cheorchen didn't mind.

Most of Anjay's men are these reckless people. They are good at fighting, but they are often unscrupulous in speaking and doing things, and they are outspoken and say whatever they think. Such a person, you never have to worry that they will stick a knife in your back.

Now that he had brought the words to him, Oshka didn't want to stay long. After a short rest, he rode on his horse again and went after his master.

At this time, another unexpected guest came to Cheerchen.

"Your Excellency Chris, it's really you!" Cheer Chen said in surprise.

He couldn't believe it when he heard the guards guarding the camp came to report that a man named Chris came to look for him.

"Head Chechen, I came today to thank you for saving me that day." Chris said with a smile. Chris put on a capable hunting outfit today, wearing a cocked hat with feathers on his head, and a style of going out hunting.

"It would be too far-fetched to say thank you. Punishing the strong and helping the weak is what a knight should do."

Cheerchen let Chris into the camp gate, and then the two walked side by side towards Cheerchen's tent.

"Head Chechen, are they training?"

Walking on the road, Chris saw a group of musketeers lining up in six rows and constantly rehearsing the movements of raising, forwarding, retreating and closing their guns.

"Yes. Most of them are recruits who have joined the mercenary group not long ago. Although they were tempered in the defense of Polotsk, they were brave and brave at that time. Some of them were even messed up. Putting seven or eight bullets into the barrel without knowing it, all of this still needs training to strengthen." Cheerchen explained to Chris.

All this is true. In the defense of Polotsk, the mercenary group exposed many problems. Thanks to the mercenary group's first battle, they encountered Tsarist Russian troops with the same training level. If they encountered strong troops who had experienced the Thirty Years' War, Cheechen would definitely not be so lucky.

It is precisely because of this that Cheerchen cherishes this rare time especially.

"However, Commander Cheorchen, you have arranged the musketeers in a dense six-line formation, although the firepower is guaranteed to be dense, but the firepower value of a single output has been reduced." Chris looked at the training of the musketeers and pointed out One of them is insufficient, said.

In fact, Cheerchen is also aware of the shortcoming that Chris pointed out. But for the current mercenary group, this defect is unsolvable.

The six-array formation used by Cheerchen was the most popular classic musket formation reformed by Prince Morris of the Netherlands at that time. The reason why this formation has so many rows is to ensure the compactness of the firepower output. Those armies with a large number of musketeers can increase the width of the front of the musketeers to ensure the single output of firepower, but for the current mercenary group with no more than two hundred people, it can only be in the continuous firepower and the total amount of firepower. Make a choice between two options.

"I also thought about this problem. But I didn't think of a good solution." Cheer Chen admitted honestly.

"Actually, there are ways." Chris said.

"Really? Chris! What's the solution? Tell me quickly."

When Chris heard that Chris had a way, Cheer Chen grabbed Chris' hand in surprise and hurriedly asked.

Chris's hands were slippery and soft, and Cheerjin, who was holding Chris's hands, felt unexplainably comfortable.

But Chris, who was grabbed by Cheorchen, had another feeling. She hurriedly withdrew her hand, then picked up a branch on the ground and drew it on the ground.

Seeing Chris withdrew his hand, Cheer Chen felt lost for no reason. But he quickly recovered and looked at the schematic diagram Chris drew on the ground intently.

"You can do this." Chris drew six straight lines on the ground to represent the six columns of Musketeers.

"When the enemy in front of the musketeer attacked, the soldiers in the second, fourth, and sixth rows quickly inserted into the front row, and then the three rows of soldiers fired at the same time in squatting, half-squatting, and standing positions."

Chris erased the original six straight lines, re-drew three lines twice as long as the previous ones, and then drew a vertical line in front of the three horizontal lines to represent the advance of the enemy.

These lines fall into Chechen's eyes like living soldiers. He seemed to see the soldiers of Tsarist Russia being hit by the dense barrage, and the offensive was abruptly stopped.

"Chris, you are amazing. How did you come up with this method!" Cheer Chen was completely impressed by Chris' thoughts. He did not expect Chris to have such a high military talent.

Facing Cheerchen's praise, Chris shook his head. There was an imperceptible sadness in her eyes.

"No, this is not what I came up with. The man who came up with this battlefield is my father, he has passed away." Chris said sadly.

At this time, all verbal comfort is superfluous. Cheerchen squatted down with Chris, just so quietly with him.

After a while, Chris recovered from his grief.

"Just made you laugh, Captain Cheerchen." Chris secretly wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, and said to Cheerchen with a smile.

"No, it's okay." Cheechen pretended not to see Chris' movements. He waited until Chris had wiped his tears before raising his head.

"I'm leaving." Chris said again.

"what!?"

Cheerchen was taken aback, and Chris obviously meant to leave Miatelsk.

Chris came this time not only to thank Cheerchen, but also to bid him farewell.

"Where are you going? Chris. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"I want to go everywhere. The world is so big and there are so many people and things that I have never seen before. I want to see them all. But the thing I want to go most is still Rome, because the Holy See is there. "

"Does Prince Boguslav know that you are leaving?" Cheerchen asked again. Iboguslav was obsessed with Chris, as he knew that Chris was leaving, Boguslav would definitely try his best to stay.

"I haven't told him yet. In the past few days, he has come to visit every day and give all kinds of exquisite gifts, but his enthusiasm has made me unable to bear. I know his thoughts, but that is impossible. But in Before I leave, I will say goodbye to him." Chris looked in the direction of Miatelsk. At the top of the castle, the flag symbolizing Boguslav was flying in the wind. Although Mrs. Korff once reminded Chris to stay away from Prince Boguslav, Chris is still willing to believe that the Prince will do more improper things, and the two can still maintain a friendship.

"Then Chris, I'll give this to you." Cheerchen took the ring back and held it in both hands and handed it to Chris.

"this?"

Chris glanced at the ring. Her eyes, which had seen countless treasures since she was a child, saw the ordinaryness of this ring at a glance.

"I didn't have anything better for you in a hurry," Cheor Chen said embarrassedly.

This ring was the spoil he obtained from a Russian nobleman who died in the Battle of Polotsk. He also went to a jeweler to appraise it later, and the result was average workmanship and pure gold.

"Okay, I'll take it." Chris took the ring.

Chris understands that Cheerchen gave himself the ring only because of the parting of his friend, and has no other meaning. It was this feeling that made him feel more comfortable with Chechen than with Prince Boguslav.