Without further ado, Cheer Chen asked someone to do a simple bandage for Batty's feet and then ordered a carriage to go to the camp where the mob was entrenched. But Batty also readily agreed to lead Cheerchen.

Just as everyone was preparing the carriage, Pidro pulled Chechen aside.

"Are you really going with this Barty?" Piedro asked anxiously.

"Of course, didn't I just say that in the house just now?" Cheer Chen looked at his uncle strangely.

"Have you ever thought about it, what if this guy said that deliberately and wanted to take you as a hostage, and then ask us for a ransom?" Piedro said.

Cheer Chen was a bit disapproving of his uncle's tendency to think badly when he was in trouble. Batty's father, Ki Ayan, is still in the manor. If this is really his trick, wouldn't he even want his father's life?

As soon as Cheerchen said this to his uncle, Pidro immediately sternly said that Cheerchen was naive. If the regimental leader falls into the hands of the mob and becomes a hostage, everyone will be thrown into the rattle when doing things. When the time comes, he wants the mercenary group and Ki Ayan to change, can he not agree?

"Uncle, it is risky to do anything." Cheerchen said to Pidro's concern: "Of course we can also choose to evacuate the manor and rush to Werner quickly, but you also heard it and head to Werner. They have already set up an ambush on the way, we bring so many materials and money on the road, we will not get up fast, and a fierce battle will be inevitable. Even if we succeed in the final breakout, the manpower and materials of the mercenary group will also be lost. For the most part, returning to Prince Werner will definitely blame us. But if we can surrender these mobs and let them join the Prince’s army, then we will have done a great job."

"Then you remember to bring more people, take Fatima and the soldiers of the guard, and ride an extra horse."

Pidro also agreed with Cheorchen's reasoning. He no longer insisted on his opinions, and instead asked Cheorchen to act more carefully.

Cheerchen certainly agreed to his uncle's order.

When Cheerchen and Pidro walked out of the room, the carriage was already ready in front of the yard. Cheerchen wore a chain mail and a chain mail helmet on the lining of his clothes. Even so, Pidro was still worried and asked him to carry a simple shield behind his back. With this set of equipment, Cheer Chen became a Polish dragoon.

"Uncle, we're gone." Chechen and Pidro finally bid farewell, and then rode on the army horse and left the manor with Fatima and others.

"Deputy Captain Pidro, don't worry. Captain and they will be fine." Fedot patted Pidro on the shoulder and comforted him. Even if Chechen's caravan disappeared on the horizon, the latter kept watching.

"Who is worried, I'm just watching the scenery." Piedro denied. But immediately, Pidro said to Fedot: "Go and guard Ki Ayan yourself, don't let him slip away like his son."

Not to mention Pidro's various precautionary preparations at the manor, in the procession to the mob camp, Cheerchen asked Batty about the mob's situation. And Batty also told Cheerchen what he knew.

"You mean their leader is a black man named Bachter?" Cheer Chen asked strangely.

Blacks are not very common in Eastern Europe. Compared to buying African blacks to Eastern Europe, Ottoman and Crimean hard-working traffickers are more willing to sell Ukrainian whites to Constantinople, because the distance is closer and the profits are higher.

And most importantly, a black man became the leader of a group of whites.

"Yes, Bashit is indeed a black man. According to him, he comes from a Christian country called Ethiopia. When Bashit was very young, his parents took him on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem, but he was halfway through Mamluk. He was taken prisoner and sold as a slave. A slave trader sold him to a nobleman of the Republic. After the Czar Russians came, Bashit and some peasants escaped from that nobleman's house, relying on extraordinary physique and courage. , Those people elected Bashit as the leader. Later, the refugee group became more and more people, and they also had some muskets. They depended on the noble manor to ask for money and food to support themselves." Batty said. Because of his feet, he could only drive the carriage forward by sitting on the carriage in the air.

"You know it clearly."

"Bashit is an honest man. If he agrees with you, he will tell you everything. Perhaps it is for this reason that the refugees will trust him so much. When I first went to their camp, some People would fool me by recognizing our identity, but Basit stopped them and gave me a chance to speak." Batty said.

Cheerchen nodded. What Batty said is very useful to him.

The convoy passed another intersection, and a small valley suddenly appeared in front of it. Dozens of smoke from the small valley appeared, and it was obvious that someone was cooking.

"It's here," Batty said.

At this time, a rustling sound came from the bushes on the side of the road. A man in rags jumped out of the bushes, holding a scythe to block the way of the convoy.

"Who are you?" the man asked.

"Hey, Zeng Jiang. It's me, remember?" Batty on the carriage said to the man with a smile.

"Oh, it's Batty. Why did you come back so late? And ~lightnovelpub.net~Bruck? Who are these people?" The man named Zeng Jiang asked three questions in a row.

"This is a long story. Is Bachter here?"

While talking, Batty took out a piece of bread from the carriage and threw it to Zeng Jiang.

The latter took the bread and took a big bite happily.

"Yes, you can see him if you keep walking inside." Batty said vaguely with a mouth full of food.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

At this time, a few more people emerged from the bushes, and they also clamored for bread. Obviously, these are the secret whistle ambush with Zeng Jiang.

So Barty took a few more breads and threw them to them.

In this way, the team easily moved on with a few breads.

After passing the mountain pass, Cheechen saw that the valley was full of simple shacks with straw roofs. He counted roughly, and there were no less than a hundred as far as he could see. It seems that Batty's statement that more than a thousand people will attack the manor is not a lie.

In the shack, women and children come and go from time to time. They are all barefoot, and their clothes are in tatters. Fortunately, it's summer now, otherwise the severe cold will have to take away many lives.

Some children looked at the convoy with curious eyes. They wanted to get closer, but their mothers grabbed them back. The women looked at Cheerchen and others in military uniforms, with horrified glances.

Suddenly, a strong black man with a height of two meters stopped the convoy. This strong black man had a dark complexion, curly hair, and thick lips. He carried a giant axe behind his back. The face of the axe was very thick, and the blade of the axe exuded a sharp cold light.

"This must be what Batty said Bashit." Chechen thought to himself.

Before Cheerchen could speak, the black man asked, "Who are you and what do you come here for?"