"robber?"

Basit grinned, and Cheerchen's statement was a bit ridiculous to him.

"What we are doing may indeed be robbers, but who is forcing us to be robbers? Everyone here was originally an honest peasant, shepherd, citizen and beekeeper, but it was a war. , They have nothing. My original master vowed before God to defend his homeland and the civilians under his control, but when everyone gave him the military expenses that he had collected so hard, the nobleman took his family and treasures all night. The Russians fled and threw us to the Russians; the Russians came, and they said they would guarantee our faith and freedom, but their Orthodox churches were built on the land, and the ones that were demolished were often visited by everyone. In the church, any Russian soldier can search the residences of kind people for all kinds of strange reasons, and take everything that can be taken; now the Swedes are here, you want us to work with you, why does Prince Yanush work with him? Would it be better than those people?"

Although Bachter is a tall man, he is not stupid, and his speech is methodical, and he seems to have read a lot of books. Cheerchen was speechless when he retorted this.

Yes, their mercenaries worked for the lords and used their swords to win money and reputation. It is now during the war, and capable mercenaries can get everything he wants. What does Cheor Jin want to achieve? What he wanted was just like what he preached to his companions in the mercenary group, to help Prince Yanush defeat all opponents and then go to fight the Russians, to avenge the head of Franco and them, to take them back in Smolensk Lost land.

But if I drag the people here into the war, what can these people get? Is the chance of getting a whitewashed by the prince's asylum? But the Polish nobles ruled this land, and people suffered; the Russian nobles ruled this land, and people still suffered; would it be better for the prince to rule here? In order to get rid of his opponent, didn't he still come up with a plan to let his people sacrifice poison and drink to their deaths?

Cheer Chen fell into deep thought. For the first time, he was not looking at the problem from his own point of view, but from the point of view of the mercenary group.

Seeing Cheerchen lowered his head and fell into thinking, Bachter didn't have to urge him, as if he also hoped Cheerchen could give him a satisfactory answer.

"I have no idea."

After a while, Cheerchen raised his head and said to Bachter:

"I work for Prince Yanush, because he canonized me as a knight, and has rewarded me many times. And he is willing to slaughter my companions against Tsarist Russia for me. This time I came to you, and I also liked it. You are so many and powerful, you can help me and the prince. Of course, this is not purely trying to use you. I am willing to accept the young and strong among you, or add some old and weak women and children. These people can get rid of the status of a mob, Live with peace of mind. The young and middle-aged among them took up arms to fight for the prince, and may receive a reward in the future." Chee Chen clearly stated his previous thoughts, ignoring Batty looking anxiously. Hold him.

"Aren't they all? I'm sorry, but your conditions are not satisfactory to me. If these conditions are true, then we agreed when the last one approached us." Bachter was a little disappointed, and he said straight to Chechen.

"I know that our conditions can't satisfy everyone, but Chief Bachter asks you to believe me. As long as we can take care of one more, we will never give up one." Chechen said eagerly.

"Then can you give us part of the assets in the manor for those who you can't take away" Bashit asked rhetorically.

Cheerchen was a little embarrassed. The wealth in the manor involves too much, and he can't decide with a word. At this moment, a sharp voice came in from outside.

"You don't want to, but we do!"

As the voice came in, it was a middle-aged man with a horse-faced face. The middle-aged man with a horse-faced face was obviously dressed more gorgeously than Bacht. He also wore a pair of silk gloves on his hands, with a goatee under his lips. Rolled up.

"Tepes, what are you doing?" Bashit asked, turning his head and frowning.

Basit’s relationship with the horse-faced man named Tepesh was not good, and his voice was full of anger.

"What am I going to do? Of course I didn't want to make everyone suffer with you because of the big boss's mistake. You don't go to the colonel, and now you don't want to go to Prince Yanush. Do you want to keep taking it with you? Are we lonely and wild ghosts?" Tepesh asked Bachter and then turned towards Chechen, he bent down and performed a standard noble courtesy:

"Honorable messenger, I forgive us for your negligence. I didn't expect you to be so young. I also just saw the emblem of the Laziviu family on the saddle of your guard, only to realize that the messenger you are the vassal of Prince Yanush. UU Read the book www.uukanshu.com"

"You are welcome, Mr. Tepesh."

Chechen was instinctively uncomfortable seeing Tepesh's such respectful attitude. And this Tepes always gives him an uncomfortable feeling.

Tepesh seemed to feel Cheerchen's alienation from him, but he didn't care about it. Instead, he smiled and said to Cheerchen: "Respected messenger, I think you represent Prince Yanush who wants to recruit us. "

"Yes, but Chief Bachter has rejected me just now. Moreover, you can call me Cheechen." Cheechen said.

"Bashit does not represent everyone. I mean, Prince Yanush is generous to us, and we are willing to work for the Prince's cause." Tepes said.

Obviously, not everyone in this camp agrees with Bacht's ideas. From the bottom of his heart, Chechen was loyal to Bacht, but Peesh's active allegiance made it difficult for him to refuse.

For a while, Cheerchen was a little embarrassed.

"Master Chechen don't have to be embarrassed, our leader Bachter has something to say, he won't force everyone to stay." Cepega said with a smile. After speaking, he also gave Bacht a demonstrative look.

Bashit saw Tepes staring at him and snorted, but did not deny it.

"If you are willing to join the Prince's army, His Royal Highness is willing to give everyone a salary of one Taylor a week, and the leader 20 Taylor a week." Cheer Chen offered a price.

Tepes is still smiling, but he is obviously not satisfied with the price.

"Master Chechen, there is a colonel who can offer us twice the price and is willing to give us one-fifth of the assets in the manor."

"Which Colonel?"

"Colonel Jerzy Khaletsky."