"Bashit, it's me." Batty said to Bashit, poking his head from behind Chechen's horse.

Originally, because of the barrier between the army horse and Chechen's body, Bachter could not see Batty sitting on the carriage. At this moment, Bashit finally knew why these people were able to pass the sentry and come all the way in.

"Barty, why did you come back alone? Where's Silber?" Bachter saw that Barty was alone, and when he saw him coming with a bunch of soldiers who looked like soldiers, he became cautious. He put his right hand behind him and motioned to his men to call more people over.

These little movements of Basit fell into Chechen's eyes. But Cheerchen didn't make or signal his subordinates to make any guards. The other party has already begun to suspect that doing something on his side will only deepen the mistrust between the two parties and cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Silby can't come back except for a small accident on the road. Bashit, can you let us go to your tent first? I will slowly tell you what happened." Batty said to Bashit.

Bachter looked at the heavily armed knights around the carriage. He nodded and said, "That's good, but you are the only one."

Hearing this, Batty smiled wryly.

"I'm afraid I can't walk alone. Look at my feet. Let the little brother in front of you help me in."

With that, Batty raised the soles of his feet to show Bacht. The soles of the feet were full of burnt marks.

"Who did this?" Bashit's eyes widened when he saw Batty's wound.

But Batty just didn't say anything, he insisted on waiting to get into the tent before telling Bashit. Bacht had no choice but to agree.

"Who are you?"

When Cheerchen got out of the wagon with Batty on his back, Bachter looked at Cheerchen and said.

Originally, he thought Cheer Chen was just an ordinary knight, but when he carried Batty on his back, the others didn't make any movements and remained by the carriage. Obviously, Cheer Chen is either a lowly status or the leader of these people.

"He is my friend, I met on the road. This carriage is a gift from him."

Before Cheerchen could speak, Barty answered Bacht's question first. Then he pointed to the carriage, indicating that everyone could take whatever was inside.

"Is that so?" Bachter was still a little suspicious.

"Yes, I am indeed Barty's friend." Cheer Chen said.

So Bacht turned around, and the crowd behind him automatically separated to the two sides. Cheerchen followed Bachter with Batty on his back. The saber and pistol on his waist were left to Fatima, only a short dagger was hidden in his riding boots.

The three of them quickly walked to Bacht's tent. In Chechen’s eyes, Bacht’s so-called tent cannot be called a tent, because it is also topped with thatch-a large piece of thatch is spread on four sawn short tree trunks and then connected into a piece. . The only difference from other thatched huts is that this one is bigger.

Cheerchen put Batty on a tree stump and sat down by her side.

Entering the house, Bachter asked directly without much greeting.

Barty nodded and introduced Bacht: "This is Cheerchen, the head of the mercenary regiment, Alvar Chechen."

"The mercenary group?" Bashit chewed the words. Although he seems to have well-developed limbs, his mind is not simple.

"It's the mercenary group stationed in your manor?" Bachter asked.

Batty glanced at Cheerchen, wondering if he should tell the truth.

Chechen actively said, "Yes, leader Bachter. I am the commander of that mercenary group."

Seeing that Cheerchen took the initiative, Bachter took the initiative to identify himself, he slammed backwards three steps into a defensive posture, and then held his hand on the axe handle again.

"Barty, what do you mean?" Bachter shouted loudly.

No wonder Bachter was so nervous. Originally, he and Batty agreed to attack the manor, and Batty helped rescue the mercenary group and Batty's father, Kiayan, and all the belongings in it belonged to Batty's side. But now, the person who was originally the target of destruction appeared in front of him, and he was brought in by his ally.

"Leader Bachter, please don't get me wrong." Seeing Bachter's response so much, Batty waved his hand and wanted to stand up, but as soon as his foot touched the ground, he sat down on the stump with pain.

"Head Bachter, I'm here to work with you this time." Chechen said.

"Cooperation? What is cooperation?"

"I hope you and your people will join our mercenary group and work together for Prince Yanush." ​​Chechen explained the purpose of this visit to Bashit.

Bashit was a little unbelievable by Cheerchen's remarks, he looked at Cheerchen like a fool.

"Why should I join you? What you can give me is nothing more than the finances in the manor, but even if you don't, we can still get it on our own. And if we have this plan, the first group of people will come. We left with them when they arrived." Basit said.

Chechen keenly noticed the "previous group of people" Bashit said. Obviously, there were other people who came to solicit Bashit before him. But when Cheerchen wanted to inquire in detail, Bachter refused to say anything.

"Bashit, Commander Chechen, he came with sincerity. Look at that carriage, it's a gift for you." Batty also persuaded him.

But Bacht was unmoved, or despised by these things. He asked Batty: "Bhaty, what happened to Silbe with you?"

"Silbeta..." Batty hesitated. He consciously said that if Sibel died under Cheerchen's subordinates, there would be no more to talk about.

"Head Bachter, your subordinate Silber came to investigate the vicinity of our mercenary group and was found by the captain of my guard and rebelled, and died in her hands." Chechen said honestly~www.mtlnovel .com~what did you say! "

When Bachter heard that Sibel was killed by Chechen's people, he drew out his axe abruptly and slashed against Chechen's body to the ground. Halfway through the axe body, the strength of the axe can be seen.

But even so, Cheerchen still didn't change his face.

"Young man, you are very courageous." Basit suddenly lifted the axe and held it in his hand. He looked sideways at Cheerchen, with an admiring smile on his black face. The temper of this black man really came and went quickly.

"Siebel's death I can only say that it's a pity. But thinking about it, if our people sneak up to the leader to spy on your camp and be discovered, Bachter's surrender won't make him retreat."

Bashi nodded.

"Yes, you really don't blame you for this matter. Even if that cart of supplies is your compensation for Siebel's death. Now you can go."

Chechen and Batty didn't expect that Bachter would immediately issue the order to evict them, and they were a little stunned for a while.

"Bashit..." Batty still wanted to fight, but his words were immediately interrupted by Bashit.

"Bati," Bacht said, "Since you are the head of the mercenary group, you have obviously resolved the conflict with him, so of course our cooperation is void. However, in your manor. We are about to decide on the money and supplies. If you know you, your father and son and these mercenaries get out of the manor as soon as possible, and I can let you make a living."

"But...but..." Barty didn't say anything for a long time. He and Bashit had each taken what they needed, and now the two have parted ways, and he feels no position to persuade Bashit to change his mind.

"Head Bachter, do you want to be robbers forever?"

At this time, Cheerchen asked Bachter loudly.