With the sound of the door being opened on the second floor, the corridor suddenly became quiet. People looked forward to see if the prince had come out.

Chechen's eyes were sharp, and he recognized at a glance that Yanush's doctor Sarben was walking on the porch. At this moment, Thrall was carrying a medicine box and was wiping his forehead with a handkerchief.

Some military officers and nobles also recognized Sarben's identity, and they rushed to Sarben's side and kept asking about the Prince's situation.

"Doctor, how is the prince?"

"Salben, my friend. Is your Royal Highness well?"

At this moment, people who knew or didn't know were expressing their own relatives to Sarben, trying to get a few words from his mouth.

However, except for saying that the prince is very good, Sarben did not reveal any more information about Renhe.

This of course made them very dissatisfied. The "encirclement" surrounding Sarben not only did not disperse, but became tighter. But the sweat on Sarben's forehead became more and more, and his face became flushed. The doctor obviously had difficulty coping with this kind of scene.

Cheerchen pushed away the outermost people, he wanted to go in and rescue Sarben. After all, the two have met each other.

At this moment, the door to the Prince's room was opened again. It was Ronzinski who walked out of the room at this time. Although the confidant of the prince who was defeated by Mihawu hadn't completely healed his injury, the irritable face and Leng Mo's solemn eyes still made the atmosphere in the hallway solemn.

Everyone dared to look at Longzinski's face, but did not dare to be swept by his eyes. The people who were swept by Lonzinski involuntarily lowered their heads, and the "circle" surrounding Sarben began to loosen.

Taking this opportunity, Cheerchen got in and pulled Sarben out.

"The prince will summon all the officers in the hall in five minutes. He won't see anyone else today." Longzinsky announced the prince's order to everyone. As soon as the voice fell, he walked back to the room.

The officers who received the order began to walk towards the hall in twos and threes, and the nobles who had not been summoned by the prince and were unwilling to look for Sarben's figure were all around, but could they still be found? They had no choice but to leave the castle.

Sarben actually didn't go far. He was pulled to a corner by Chechen and hid.

The scene just now obviously made Sarben extremely exhausted, and he was gasping for breath, like a broken bellows.

"Are you okay, Sarben." Cheerchen asked concerned.

"I'm okay, Captain Cheerchen. Thank you very much." Thrall originally smiled at Cheerchen. The lock of hair on his head curled into a ridiculous comma, shiny with sweat soaked oil.

Cheer Chen felt relieved when he saw that Thrall was okay. He told Thrall to hide here for a while, because some unwilling nobles might still be looking for him. And Cheor Chen himself was going to the hall.

He had heard the prince's order to summon the officers in the hall.

At this moment, Sarben shouted to Chechen.

"Head Chechen, don't you have anything to ask me?"

"No, what do I want to ask you?" Cheerchen was somewhat inexplicable.

Sarben's mouth bulged a few times, and his face flushed again.

"No, it's okay." Finally, Sarben stammered.

"Then I will go first."

Cheerchen felt that Sarben was speaking upside down obviously because he was too nervous. He originally wanted to comfort Sarben a few more words, but there was not much time left in five minutes, and Cheerchen had to say goodbye to leave first.

At the entrance of the hall, Cheerchen unexpectedly ran into Victor who had just arrived.

So the two walked into the hall together.

In the hall, thirty-four officers, including Fyodor Obukhović and Alexander Okinsky, allies of Prince Yanush, gathered here.

Prince Yanush sat on the main seat. As if to show his majesty and exaggerate the atmosphere of war, the prince wore scales today. His exquisite sword was placed in front of him, and when Cheerchen and Victor came in, Prince Yanush glared at him, as if he was blaming the two for not being punctual.

Cheerchen and Victor walked to the two empty positions and sat down without saying a word.

Now everyone is here. Longzinski closed the door and the meeting officially began.

"Everyone," Prince Yanush said loudly, his voice full of anger.

"The traitor Jan Sobieski deserted me and kidnapped Jan Zamois and our closest friends. Now, he wants to unite with Sapega in an attempt to extinguish our ongoing justice. In order to prevent him from succeeding, I decided to proceed with the crusade first. If you have any comments, please tell me."

After speaking, Yanush stopped talking. He waited for others to speak.

Everyone, look at me and I will look at you. In the end, Alexander Okinsky spoke first:

"Everyone, your Royal Highness is right."

Alexander Okinsky first set the tone for his speech.

"Although Jan Sobieski has rebelled, he did not take away many people, which shows that the heart is still on our side. We should quickly put down the rebellion while he has just rebelled and is still not firmly established. Rescue the kidnapped people like Jan Zamois."

As soon as Alexander Okinsky had finished speaking, the others began to discuss it. What they dared not say to Yanush was directed at Alexander Okinsky.

"The city of Lida Castle is high and deep, and it is Jan Sobieski's lair. He is obviously prepared for his rebellion. There is no heavy artillery to break such a castle. But our large artillery is still in the factory." A French military officer said.

Cheerchen recognized this person as Henry. He leads a team of pistol cavalry, everyone has the ability to shoot accurately on the bumpy horseback.

"General Alexander, our militia has just assembled and has not been fully trained. According to my estimation, it will take at least three months of training for them to have real combat effectiveness." A from Bremen, Germany Officer Tilly also echoed Henry Road.

Then, three more military officers expressed their opinions, and their opinions were surprisingly unanimous, that is, waiting for the time to come.

Yanush listened to the opinions of these officers, violently violent and clenched his fists~lightnovelpub.net~ The prince really wanted to reprimand these people who emphasized timing and timing. We need time. Could it be that Jan Sobieski is a traitor? Doesn't it take time? Wouldn’t it be even more difficult to put down the rebellion if he didn’t quell the rebellion just when he had just rebelled against the ground, and waited until he persuaded Jan Zamois and the others to put their power in the bag?

"Should we, should we ask the Swedes to help, attack Lidaburg together?"

Finally, Feodor Obukhović whispered the words that Yanush last wanted to hear.

Swede again! Yanush didn't know that he had said it several times. If everything depends on the Swedes, we are not as good as a dog in front of the Swedes. To gain the respect of the other party, it is necessary to show strength commensurate with this respect. Yanush’s inability to deal with Sapies was enough to shame himself in front of the Swedes, and if he couldn’t deal with Jan Sobeski, Yanush would become worthless.

Although Yanush was unwilling to ask the Swedes for help, others did not think so. Feodor's words were approved by most people as soon as they were spoken.

"enough!"

Yanush's clenched fists slammed down the table, and he stood up angrily, like an angry lion.

Fyodor, who was originally triumphant, saw Yanush get angry, and instinctively shrank his head, and the sound of the venue suddenly fell silent.

"Jan Sobieski's affairs are handled by ourselves, we don't need to rely on the Swedes." Yanush said.

"A lesson from your Royal Highness!" Alexander Okinsky echoed the Prince's words loudly.

"Alexander, I appoint you as Gateman (commander) to lead 12,000 people to attack Lida Fort." Yanush made a decision.

Immediately afterwards, he called the name of the officer who accompanied Alexander out of the city.