The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

The team moved forward a little further, and Cheerchen saw the hut beside the windmill. The hooting of horseshoes along the way and the loud speaking of the Cossacks shocked the villagers here.

Some courageous villagers ran out to watch the excitement. Perhaps they saw so many strangely dressed Cossacks for the first time, staring at them blankly, and then constantly drawing crosses on their chests: "God bless! Is the devil here? Not the devil. Right! Is it Polish? Not Polish."

Hearing the villagers guess and guess, the Cossack shouted: "Old mothers (daddy), don't be afraid, we are Cossacks."

In front of a manor, the team stopped. The sun has gradually set, and Cheerchen decided to rest here for one night.

"Hello? Anyone, who is there, come to talk." Cheerchen shouted.

Fearing that the people inside would not understand him, Yelishei shouted again in Russian.

Finally someone poked his head out cautiously.

"Who is here?"

"Passing by, I hope to rest here."

Cheerchen threw a bag of talers up as he said.

The money bag fell on the wooden board with a crisp sound. After weighing the pros and cons, he knew that even if he wanted to refuse, facing these hundreds of Cossacks would be tantamount to being a car. Finally, the owner of the manor ordered the servant to open the door.

It was a half-bald old Sir who came out to meet Cheer Chen and them. But in this country, the so-called nobility is not the slightest difference from the peasants. The old lord would say these words over and over again:

"Dear guests, welcome your arrival. I am very happy to meet you and thank you for your grace. Your presence has added light to the humble house. Please be here as if you are in your own home. I represent everyone in the family. All kind people bow and salute."

With this clumsy look, let alone Cheerchen and Yelishei, even the Cossacks laughed out loud. Several Cossacks also deliberately bowed to the old Sir Cossacks in accordance with the habits of Cossacks, and lowered their heads to their belts.

The old man was a little embarrassed.

"Okay, okay." Cheechen dispelled the troubled Cossacks, and he said in a harmonious voice: "Grandpa, we only live with a dozen of us. Others will go to other people's houses in the village. I will persuade you to trouble you."

The old man seemed to be relieved when Cheerchen said this.

He said cheerfully: "Then please come in, it will be dark soon. Although our country people are poor, we still have bread and salt."

Chechen and Yelishei brought ten Cossack sailors into the manor. Several servants in the manor hurried over and led your horses into the stables. At the door of the main house of the manor, several big dogs barked at the sight of a stranger. The old Sir Alex who was leading in front kicked the big dog aside.

"Please, please." The old Sir Alex opened the door.

The environment inside the house is also rudimentary. There are many sausages and cured ham hanging on the beams of the front hall, making the room filled with an inexplicable smell.

Lord Sir, according to his own name is Buwega. After entering the house, the Ferguson picked up an iron sign and cleared the ham and sausages in a range to make a space for the guests.

Then, the servants in the manor brought up pots of Leba and coarse wine and mushroom soup.

Chechen has never eaten Leba before. He picked up a piece and took a bite, feeling the pain of his knocked tooth.

"Leader, Leba will eat it with mushroom soup." Yelishei reminded him in a low voice.

After speaking, Yelishei also personally set up a demonstration. He cut off a small piece of Leba with a short knife and put it in the mushroom soup. After a while, Leba softened.

The dinner table is the easiest to generate and connect feelings. Lord Buwega also saw that Cheerchen and the others were not hard to talk, and gradually his words began to increase.

Sir Alex began to show off his family background.

According to him, his family is an ancient family of princes with "salmon" as their coat of arms, originating from Prince Rurik. And his branch later had two branches, one of which settled in Novgorod, and the other, the ancestor of his branch, settled in Loknia. Although his ancestors were not as wealthy as their relatives in Novgorod, they could be said to be very poor, but they were very spineless, and were unwilling to seek refuge in their rich relatives. Buvega's father then defected to the Russian general Shein and participated in the Smolensk War. Although the war ended in the defeat of Tsarist Russia, his father was able to seal this manor in Loknia after the war because of his achievements in the battle. So the family worked together to take care of the family's real estate and business territory, and finally got middle-class capital. After the death of Buvega's father, Buvega inherited the title and manor. He has one son and two daughters. Two daughters were married to the nobles of the neighboring villages. That son, Lord Buvega, sent him to Novgorod, where he was educated and studied nobles. Specifications. So now, he is the only one in the manor.

Cheerchen pretended to listen carefully, and when the old Lord had finished telling his family's glorious history, Cheerchen seemed to ask casually if there was anything new happening nearby.

Cheer Chen wanted to know if Yakov was trying to stop and intercept himself as he guessed it.

There are already few new things in the small place, and Lord Buvega pondered for a long time before he remembered one thing that could be regarded as a new thing.

"Speaking of it, there is one thing." Old Sir Alex said: "More than two months ago, maybe more than a month and a half ago, an official came from Pskov. He asked us if there are Poles to stay. Or I’ve seen it and notified the nearby patrols and checkpoints for the first time~www.readwn.com~ At this time, a Cossack named Simon raised his head. He drunkly pointed to his nose and said, "Old Buveka. Dad, we are Poles. "

Lord Buvega was taken aback when he heard this.

Fortunately, Yelishei reacted quickly. He immediately used a standard Russian interface: "Simon meant that you look like us?"

An affirmative sentence was thus turned into a rhetorical question by Yelishei.

Lord Buvega really mistakenly thought that Simon was joking. He smiled and said: "Of course not, you have to pretend to be Polish and change the hairstyle on your head anyway."

Fortunately, Simon's gap was covered up.

Then Lord Buvega continued on the topic just now, he said: "In the first few days, people came to ask if there were Poles coming to check in almost every day, and the checkpoints were also very strict. However, these days have slowly slackened. ."

After listening to Lord Buvega's remarks, Cheerchen had some guesses, this matter must have something to do with Yakov. It seems that my care and disguise are not superfluous. He really wanted to stop himself from going to Pskov.

"Are there many checkpoints to Pskov here?" Cheerchen asked.

Lord Buvega thought for a while, then counted one by one with his fingers: "There are always seven or eight."

As the dinner was over, the Cossacks who drank too much began to dance in the living room. Also drinking high and quite a lot, Lord Yaxingbuweiga called from the village people who could play the balalaika and tambourine. Accompanied by the sound of the piano and drums, the Cossacks squatted down and started kicking dance steps, while Lord Buvega himself stretched his neck with his hands on his hips and stretched his neck like a lean duck, he began to kick on the spot. Sing and dance on both legs.

Yelishei clapped his palms frantically, making his hands flushed red.