When Colonel Jerzy Khaletski saw that Coppola, who was seriously injured and unconscious, was transported back to the camp by two soldiers in net bags, the colonel of the Republic who had escaped not long ago looked pale. His eyes patrolled Coppola's wound. The wound was wrapped up with a very rough cloth. The center of the cloth was dyed red with blood leaking out, and the bread leaked from the gaps in the cloth. From the point of view of the paste, the other party used the soil method, which is to apply a paste that softens bread, cobwebs and saliva to the wound to promote hemostasis and wound healing.

The colonel raised his head and ordered the two soldiers to send Coppola to the medical officer.

"Who did this? Is it the poor ghosts?" The colonel sternly asked the remaining soldiers who followed Coppola to the refugee camp.

In fact, the colonel already had the answer to this question. He had sketched out the general course of the matter in his mind: Coppola went to the refugee camp to discuss the matter of inclusion, and for some reason the two sides had a dispute and fought. Coppola was cut off by those nasty guys because of her loneliness. After this, those people were scared. Because Coppola was injured as an enemy to the colonel, they hurriedly bandaged Coppola, hoping to save the life of the second lieutenant in order to obtain the colonel's forgiveness.

As for why the others were fine, Colonel Jerzy Khaletsky attributed it to the fact that the soldiers were left out of the account. No movement was heard at the time of the incident.

"No, it's not the poor ghosts. It's from Yanush Laziviu. They seem to want to include the people in the refugee camp. We ran into it at the camp, and the ensign seemed to know their leader." A sharp-toothed soldier gave a brief account of what happened.

"What are you talking about? It's from Yanush." ​​Jerzy Khaletsky asked a little surprised. But after a little thought, the colonel was relieved. He was recruiting troops and expanding his forces in order to defeat Yanush, a traitor, and why didn't Yanush want to wipe out the deputy commander and the officers who resisted him?

"Then do you know, what is the name of their leader? Where are they now? How many are there?" Jerzy Khaletsky continued to ask. He wanted to know more information in order to judge whether he should get rid of this Yanush's doglegs.

"Listen to them as if their head is called Chechen, who came from a nearby manor. I don't know how many of them are." The sharp-toothed soldier recalled it carefully, and then answered honestly.

Cheerchen! Hearing the name Jerzy Khaletsky couldn't help shaking with excitement. It's really effortless to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere to find it, and even here I let myself run into the running dog of Yanush who brutally killed his own soldiers.

"Haha, haha." Jerzy Khaletsky looked up to the sky and laughed. The soldiers around him looked at each other, wondering what his chief was laughing at.

After Jerzy Khaletsky laughed, he left a group of soldiers and walked straight to the camp. As an officer, he has no obligation to explain like the soldiers.

"Call all the officers to come over for a meeting at once."

Before entering the camp, Jerzy Khaletsky ordered the guard at the door.

Before the other officers arrived, the Jerzy Hallets base station was in front of the map and began to think about the route that Cheorchen might escape. This mercenary group that has blood and blood feuds with him, Jerzy Khaletsky needs to get rid of it quickly. He called the officers over to discuss how to attack, not whether to attack or not.

Jerzy Khaletsky pointed on the map, and the roads slid through his mind quickly. In fact, there are no more than four or five nearby roads that can be called a road and lead to Miyatersk or Werna.

"They will definitely go to Werner, because the traitor is there." Jerzy Haretsky used a pencil to circle the roads of Ponievier to Werner.

At this time, the officers of Colonel Jerzy Khaletski arrived one after another.

The first Wing Cavalry officer to arrive, Zygmunt. He is an old man who is sixty years away. He had already retired from the army. But as soon as the news of Sweden's invasion of the Republic of Poland came, the old man immediately turned over the wing cavalry armor he wore during his service, and then waited for the king or the commander's call. But what he was waiting for was news of Yanush's surrender to the enemy. As soon as Colonel Jerzy Haretsky arrived here, Zygmunt took the initiative to find the door, and offered himself to join the Colonel's army of King Qin.

Immediately afterwards, two more officers joined the camp. They are the Dragoon officer Paul and the armored Cossack officer Archie. Unlike the old Zygmunt, these two are young boys, and the fluff on their mouths has not yet grown. The two young men were originally officers under the colonel. After being rescued, Jerzy Khaletsky called them under his command.

After that, five more officers arrived one after another, and everyone came together.

"Everyone," Jerzy Khaletsky said, "Our negotiations with Bahit broke down, and he also took refuge in Yanush's people."

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Zygmunt was the first to react. The old man couldn't conceal his excitement, and eagerly shouted: "War."

"War, war. Kill the doglegs of those traitors." The other officers also reacted, and everyone shouted.

In response to everyone's reaction, Jerzy Khaletsky nodded in satisfaction:

"Our enemy this time is a mercenary group belonging to Yanush. It was this mercenary group that killed the people I took in Miatersk. Now it's time for us to avenge them."

"Colonel, how many are there?" an officer asked.

"No more than two hundred people. Three hundred people relying on us are more than enough." Jerzy Khaletsky said, relying on previous memories. As for the people of Bakhit who might be with the mercenary group, the colonel didn't take them seriously. Before Jerzy Khaletsky wanted to recruit them, they were fond of nearly a thousand human resources.

"Then let my wing cavalry play forwards, I guarantee that they will be defeated by one charge." Sigmund boasted.

"Grandpa, how old are you? Can you still hold a lance? Let us be young and hot." The Dragoon officer Paul didn't give Zygmunt face at all, and he wanted this glory with all his heart.

And Yaqi also said to the side, "Yes, old elders, although your patriotism is commendable, you still have to do your best."

Faced with the contempt of Paul and Archie, Sigmund blows his beard and stares. If this were his own grandsons, Zigmund would have blown their heads a long time ago.

Paul and Archie ignored Zygmunt's murderous gaze, and continued to beg Jerzy Khaletsky to let themselves take the lead.

However, Colonel Jerzy Khaletsky had already decided on how to arrange troops.