The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 "Everyone, take a look. Smolensk is already watching." Aragorn said excitedly immediately.

　　 "What? It's here!" Cheerchen stood on the stirrup and looked up and said, "Where? Where?"

　　 "Look, right there. Seeing that there are no sharp objects, that is the gate tower of Smolensk."

　　 "It seems to be a good city. Fidel, it seems we have come to the right place." Piedro said with a smile.

　　 After a long journey, now the destination is finally in sight. Everyone is very happy.

　　 After a while, everyone approached the first row of houses on the outskirts of the city.

　　 Cheechen, Piedro, Fidel and others all looked at this strange snow country city with interest. As for Aragorn, this "little German" was also cold in the past and introduced to his compatriots enthusiastically:

"Look, this is the Jewish Street on the left. Here are Jewish rent collectors who have passed specially approved Jewish merchants and nobles. Walk along this street and you can walk to the market. Every week. When the market opened, it was crowded with nobles and high-ranking officials. People shrugged their shoulders, sweating and raining; the whole street was crowded with people entering the market. It is impossible to go back the same way, because no one will flow like a flood. Roll you forward in the same way."

　　 Aragorn pointed to the right again.

　　 "There is the city hall. Did you see the big clock in the middle? The clock in Warsaw is not as prestigious as this one. It is said that it took a hundred craftsmen a year to cast it into shape."

　　As we spoke, everyone had reached a crossroads.

　　 At this time, the leader of the caravan bid farewell to everyone.

"Thank you all the knights for escorting us all the way, and also thank Lord Franco for leading us into the city. Now, we are going to the market, where there is an inn opened by the Swedes. We will rest there tonight. This time. I have handed over the employment fee to this Mr. Pidro. He also entrusted me to sell the trophies that you seized from the robbers. When the money is sold, the money will be given to you. Then you come to the inn to find me Finally, I wish you all the best."

　　 "May God bless you too." The mercenaries said in unison.

After 　　 separated from the caravan, everyone continued on. The road ahead was wider and paved with stone strips, which was also rare at the time.

　　Along the stone road, they finally arrived in front of the luxurious Smolensk castle. This castle was not built by the current city lord Feodor, even if he is the highest official of Smolensk, he does not have the financial and material resources to build it. The original owner of this castle was a great nobleman of Tsarist Russia. In the war more than 30 years ago, following the fall of Smolensk, it fell into the hands of the Republic. Successive city owners liked to set up their offices here. Because of its excellent location, you can overlook the whole city from a condescending position. On both sides of the main body of the building, the two wings folded into a right-angle shape are slightly low wing rooms, which are the residences of sergeants and servants. The rooms of Franco, Aragón and others are in it.

　　 In front of the huge courtyard formed by the wing room and the castle, an iron fence sealed the front of the courtyard. On the left side of the fence is a guardhouse. At the gate of the guard room, three soldiers in pikemen uniforms were standing guard with halberds.

　　 The soldiers of the three guards saw that Franco had returned and hurriedly opened the iron fence to let them go. At this time, everyone saw a group of mercenaries who also wore pikemen uniforms training in the courtyard.

　　 Tetsuchen was very excited to see someone practicing. And Pidro and others also observed with the mood of looking at the doorway.

　　 "Uncle, look at how vigorous they are. They are really first-rate soldiers."

　　 "It's okay, far worse than the ring mercenary group where Franco and I were with."

　　 "Such soldiers are absolutely top-notch in the Netherlands."

　　 Everyone, you and I said a word, while Franco stood beside him, his face sinking like water, without saying a word.

　　 "Hey, Franco. These won't be your soldiers." Seeing Franco didn't speak, Pidro pushed his arm.

　　 At this time, Franco recovered. He turned around and said, "Everyone, you are here for a while. I first met Master Feodor and waited for his permission to introduce you to him. Aragorn, you go and transport the materials you have collected to the warehouse."

　　 After speaking, Franco walked towards the gate.

　　 At this time, the leader of the group of soldiers training in the courtyard issued a clear command: look to the left and turn back.

　　The team was divided into four teams from two teams, and walked over to meet Franco. But even when passing through Franco, there was no trace of confusion or disorder.

　　 "Are these your soldiers?" Piedro asked Aragorn.

　　 "Of course, they are all good soldiers trained by Lord Franco." Aragorn said proudly.

　　 Do not mention these people and things outside. Franco, who entered the castle, grabbed a passing attendant and asked, "Where is Lord Feodor?"

　　 "Where are you in the office? Captain Franco." The attendant also recognized Franco and said respectfully.

　　 Franco let go and grabbed the attendant's hand, and hurriedly walked towards the office.

　　 opened the office door. Sure enough, Feodor Obukhović sat decadently on the chair behind the desk as usual, with his head in one hand.

　　 "My Lord, what's the matter with the group of soldiers downstairs? Shouldn't they go to other places to collect food?" Franco walked to the desk and asked.

　　Originally, according to the advice he gave to Feodor, when he went to Zamoshye to collect supplies, other teams of mercenaries would go to several other villages and towns to collect supplies. But when he came back today, the soldiers who were supposed to go out actually drilled in the courtyard, how could this not shock him.

　　 "Oh, it's Pidro. My dearest captain, you are back." Feodor raised his head and glanced at Franco with his bloodshot eyes.

　　 "Sir, you haven't answered my question yet." Franco straightened his body, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com continued to ask reluctantly.

　　 "Okay, okay. I didn't send them out. But there is a reason." Feodor also had no choice but to use his own subordinate, so he had to express his own considerations.

　　Originally from that day, after making a plan with Franco, Fyodor Obukhović did not sleep well all night. Because he remembered a serious problem—except for Zamoshye, the villages and towns he was about to send troops to expropriate belonged to other lords of the Republic. According to the law, it is illegal to do so without the consent of other lords. And these lords have no shortage of great figures at the level of city lord, such as Andrzej and Volodyevsky.

　　 "So?" Franco felt so angry and funny at Fyodor Obukhović's worry.

　　 "So, I wrote a letter to all of them. Tell them about this and ask for their consent." Feodor looked proud, and he was very happy that he could come up with such an idea.

　　 "Lord of the city. I have met two adults, Andrzej and Volodyevsky. They are both respectable knights and patriotic soldiers. I believe they don't account for these."

　　 "Say hello again. Say hello." But no matter what Franco said, Feodor was determined this time.

　　 Seeing the matter is over, Franco knows that it is useless to say more. So he Tipidro and others began to talk.

　　 "Sir. I met some Spanish compatriots when I came back. They are all extraordinary knights, and they are willing to join the army of the Republic to serve the king."

　　 "Really? That's great. What about them?" Seeing a knight about to join his army, Fyodor immediately became excited. At this time, what he lacked most was the Cavaliers.

　　 "I let them wait for your call in the courtyard."

　　 "Let them come up soon."