The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

After this, after obtaining the consent of Jan Sobieski, Cheerchen and his mercenary group stayed. They need to sum up their experience in this small encounter to improve the mercenary group's ability to attack.

Jan Sobiesky led five thousand people and set off first. Before leaving, Sobiesky handed over twenty or thirty middle- and lower-level officers to Chechen.

"Let them study hard too. I will send someone to report to the leader of Sapega about your stay here, just say that I meant it." Sobieski said to Chechen.

Chechen thanked Sobieski.

After Sobieski left, Chechen sent Viscount Hessian to lead a hundred Hessian mercenaries into the village. They will serve as the defensive side to test the recruits of the mercenary group.

The recruits of the three squadrons were gathered on the plains outside the village, and there were piles of tombs beside them.

The Polish and Swedish soldiers who died in the battle that day were buried together. A day ago, they were life and death rivals fighting each other, and a day later, they had become "neighbors" who were always with each other.

Cheerchen stepped onto a high platform made of logs, and he looked at more than 1,200 soldiers.

The soldiers are also looking at Cheerchen, they are all thinking: What will the regiment leader say to themselves?

Do you praise yourself for defeating the Swedish soldiers or scold you for paying such a high price to get a little victory?

But Chechen didn't speak for a long while, and his face slowly turned red.

Pidro was secretly anxious below-he had asked Ingrid to write a morale-stimulating speech last night, but Chechen wanted to make an impromptu speech and put the speech on the shelf. It's all right now, my nephew is going to make a fool of myself.

"Ah, oh, ah, oh, ah." Cheor Chen made five unclear voices.

The soldiers looked at their captain with all doubts. They heard every sound Cheerchen uttered clearly, but no one knew what the disordered pronunciation meant.

Cheerchen's face became even more red. He only now knows that when thousands of people are looking at you, it is so difficult to speak in front of so many people. Fortunately, he boasted that he didn't need a speech.

At this moment, Pidro came out to make a relief. I saw Pidro running up to the high platform. He raised his big fan-like hand to the sky. When everyone looked at him, Pidro pointed forward and said loudly: "The commander meant that there is Warsaw! There is the Swede!"

The direction Pidro was pointing was the village where he fought yesterday.

"Hack the Swede, slash it

Hurry up and sharpen the sword

Punch the Swede, punch!

Raise the musket

Punch the swede, hit it

Smash their brains to pieces

Burn the Swede, burn it

Burn them to ashes

Get on your horse, ride

If you are still a good man. "

Then Pidro sang in a drake voice.

Nothing can mobilize soldiers better than this song. For a time, the singing voices merged into a torrent of chorus. No one thought about whether the captain's "Ah, oh, ah, oh, ah." really meant this. Under the leadership of the captains, they started the exercise with the village as an imaginary enemy.

Since there has been an actual battle, the three squadrons in the offensive this time have begun to move in a decent way. Of course, the main reason is that they know that they are all in the village, and no one will hurt themselves.

But this illusion soon shattered.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot from the village. Then, a thick smoke rose on the left side of the first squadron.

It turned out to be a real shell.

The soldiers of the First Squadron were dumbfounded as they watched the pit that was smashed by the shells.

"For what you see, just follow behind me if you don't want to be hit." Deputy Commander Bachter roared in a bull-like voice.

"Remember, this is not a drill."

After speaking, Bashit carried the long axe and continued to move forward.

There was another gunshot. This time the shells fell closer to the soldiers.

The recruits just woke up like a dream. They followed Bacht in a panic, their expressions no longer as easy as they were at the beginning.

In this way, gunshots and cannons rang for a day. At night, Tetsuchen and the officers constantly analyzed offensive and defensive strategies in order to find out their own shortcomings and the enemy's weaknesses.

Early the next morning, in response to the first problem, the mercenary regiment conducted another exercise. Like the first day, Cheerchen was still looking at the whole situation from the high platform.

Halfway through the exercise, a patrol cavalry from the periphery ran over.

"Head of the regiment, Colonel Jerzy Khaletsky is here. He named him by name to see you."

"Haletsky wants to see me?" Cheerchen asked back.

Colonel Jerzy Khaletsky’s soldier Ma was set off two days later than Sobieski, and it was almost time to get there.

"Yes, Colonel Khaletsky said so."

Cheerchen realized that he and Jerzy Khaletsky had nothing to say, they were rivals.

But although I don’t understand what Colonel Jerzy Khazicki wants to do, as a colleague, and the rank of the colonel is higher than himself, since he wants to see himself, Cheerchen had to go to ~www.readwn.com~Yeah. Colonel Zhi Khaletski rode on the horse vigorously, and his illegitimate son Coppola followed behind the colonel. Coppola's severed hand has been fitted with a prosthetic hand and he is wearing gloves, so it looks like the real one. Behind is a team of personal soldiers.

Seeing Cheerchen coming, Colonel Haletsky was still sitting on the horse, his arrogant arrogance was afraid that others would not be able to see it.

Seeing that the colonel was doing this, Cheerchen also rode on his horse and stood on an equal footing with the colonel.

"Captain Halecki, you want to see me?"

"Damn boy!" Khaletsky cursed inwardly.

"Captain Chechen, I heard the guns from all over the place cracklingly. Oh, it seems you have won a big battle." Haretsky said, pointing to the pile of tombs.

But Coppola and the others understood that Khaletsky was telling the irony, and they all laughed in front of Cheerchen.

Cheerchen competed with Khaletsky a lot, and he would not have the same stage fright as he treated the recruits' speeches.

"It was indeed a victory. We eliminated many Swedes but only 46 died. Colonel, I am afraid that you have never won a battle with Prince Yanush's army." Chechen counterattacked. road.

Chechen mentioned Yanush to remind Khaletsky that he was once a defeated opponent of his own. Anyway, the two sides had torn their skins a long time ago, and Cheerchen stopped being merciful in speaking.

As expected, Khaletsky remembered the experience of defeating Chechen. The colonel's face was pale, he didn't say a word, but anyone knew that the colonel was holding back his anger.

At this time, the Hessian cavalry led by Yelishei "just happened" to patrol by.

"Chechen, there will be a hard time for you, I swear." Colonel Khaletsky threatened again.

"I'll be waiting anytime." Cheerchen replied neither humble nor arrogant.