Early the next morning, a dense crowd appeared outside the manor. These were refugees led by Bachter. They dragged their families and brought everything they could bring with them.

The few wicker carriages in the refugee ranks were packed full, and the thin workhorses tried their best to pull the carriages, and every step seemed to exert all their strength.

In the middle of the team, Cheerchen met Bachter. This strong man is pulling a wooden cart with his steel arms. The cart is filled with pots and pans and other utensils.

"Head Bachter, you can't do this. We are now on the run, not on an outing." Chechen walked to Bachter and said to him.

Compared with this refugee team, Chechen's mercenary group is much more capable and faster. The vast majority of the mercenary regiments are lined up in two rows under the leadership of their respective captains. One infantry team is finished and the other infantry team is beginning to march. A small number of cavalry guards around several carriages, these carriages are equipped with Taylor, supplies and Batty, and Chiayan two old, weak, sick and handicapped.

At the door of the manor, Aunt Varvara had already piled up the sausages and bread that couldn't fit in there. Every mercenary who walks out of the gate can grab a handful and eat it if necessary. This reduces the pressure on the carriage and shortens the meal time for the troops.

"Captain Chechen, I will let everyone speed up." Bashit straightened up and wiped his sweat to ensure Captain Chechen.

But Bacht's guarantee was soon broken by reality. Seeing that the entrance of the manor was full of food, some hungry refugees rushed up like hungry wolves. Everyone grabbed as much food as possible with both hands, and the scene became more panic for a while.

At this moment, Bashit's face was a little uncontrollable. He hurriedly called several people to maintain order.

"I'm sorry, Captain Chechen. They are so hungry." Bachter said blushing.

Cheechen hurriedly said that Bacht didn't need to care, because these foods were originally prepared for the refugees.

"Head Bachter, where are the people on your side who can fight?" Cheer Chen asked a crucial question.

"All behind the team. More than four hundred boys, this is all our strength." Bachter said.

"Is there only so much?"

Pidro, who happened to walk out of the manor, frowned when he heard what Bachter said.

In his opinion, there are too few people at this point. Not to mention that Batty once mentioned that there would be a mob of 1,000 attacking the manor, that is, when the mercenary group arrived here, there were more mobs attacking the manor than the four hundred people.

Of course Bachter could hear that Pedro was less suspected. But his really only had so many manpower.

"Some people have to take care of their wives and children, and some have been taken away by Tepesh. These four hundred people are already our last strength." Bashit explained.

"These people are enough. Uncle, you can keep up with the team. The mercenary group can't be the leader and deputy leader." Cheerchen found his brother for a reason and pulled Pidro away.

But listening to the murmur when Pidro left, he expected that he still had an opinion on Bacht.

"I'm so sorry, Chief Bachter. That's how my uncle speaks..." Cheerchen didn't know how to describe it.

"It's okay, Captain Chechen. I know there are a few people on this point. Oh, let's not talk about this, let's go to the back and have a look." Bachter handed the wooden cart that he was pulling to the two young men. , And then led Cheer Chen to the back of the team. Fedot led his squadron closely behind.

Although Bashit’s four hundred people are dressed in tatters, most of their bodies are also very thin, and the weapons in their hands are nothing more than axes and sickles, which can be seen from their undisturbed eyes and disorderly and orderly standing posture. Out, these people at least have fought.

Although it can't be compared with the mercenary group that has received formal training from Fedot and Yelishei, it can already satisfy Cheerchen.

When Cheerchen was secretly satisfied with these people, Bachter said to Cheerchen: "Head Chechen, I will stay with you."

"Head Bachter, won't you go with those people?" Cheer Chen asked strangely.

"I have never left my brothers behind, and there may be a war soon. I want to stay and fight side by side with my brothers." Bachter said firmly.

Chechen nodded.

After another while, more than thirty people led by Fatima and Yelishei also joined Cheechen and the others. Although these people are few, they are the most capable force of the mercenary group.

"Fatima, you take a few cavalry to the back sentry for a look. If there are chasing soldiers, come and tell us immediately." Che ordered to Fatima.

After Fatima left, Cheechen and the rest of the people poured buckets of tar on every corner of the manor. He wanted to burn the manor and leave nothing to Jerzy Khaletsky.

As the flame fell, the manor quickly plunged into a sea of ​​flames, and thick smoke rose into the air. The enemy can be seen from far away.

"Father, don't cry. This manor is not ours." Batty, who was sitting in the carriage, comforted Kiayan. The old steward watched the thick smoke voluntarily burst into tears~lightnovelpub.net~ I didn't cry, I was just fascinated by the sand. "Kiayan wiped his eyes and said.

When Jerzy Khaletsky led the cavalry to the Ponieviye Manor, the Ponieviye Manor had already been burned to ruins.

Looking at the Ponieveye Manor still in the black smoke and the messy rut marks, footprints and horseshoe marks on the road, Jerzy Haretski judged that Chechen and the others must not have gone far.

"They must have just left. We will chase along these marks. If we chase quickly, we will be able to catch up." Jerzy Khaletsky said to the officers and soldiers behind him.

Jerzy Khaletsky followed a team of cavalry who had been guarding him all the way to Ponievje. Before this, the colonel had not been able to catch up with the fastest speed in order not to damage the horsepower. And now, Jerzy Khaletsky couldn't help regretting his decision.

"Then my dragoons will take the lead." Paul slapped his horse and walked in front of the colonel, eager to try.

Along the way, Paul’s dragoons have always acted as the vanguard of the entire team, while Zygmunt’s winged cavalry acted as the backbone of the team, and Archie’s armored Cossack broke the queen. After this, there was a small infantry, which was adapted from the town's garrison.

Jerzy Khaletsky was about to agree, but the veteran winged cavalry Zygmunt also stepped forward and said: "Colonel, dragoons are only suitable for stalking and harassment. If you want to defeat your opponent, you must rely on my winged cavalry. Let me go ahead with my wing cavalry."

Sigmund's words made Polo glared, but Sigmund, who consciously pulled back a round in words, would care about a junior.

"Well, old man, please. God bless you." Jerzy Haretski thought for a while, and finally agreed to Zygmunt's request.