The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Cheerchen’s mercenary team came to Algierdas, and Victor’s infantry team had a hard time. In the same way, Prince Yanush planted a guard from the Prince’s Mansion to the infantry team as deputy to Victor, and also planted a local militia group of 1,000 people.

The Victor Duo infantry team was originally composed purely of foreign mercenaries, and its combat effectiveness was extremely strong. After this expansion, it was forcibly interspersed with a militia group that had no combat power. Although Prince Yanush meant that the old should lead the new and the strong lead the weak, but the two teams with different habits and languages ​​were forced to combine together. Dirty continues in the infantry team.

When Cheerchen and Pidro came to Victor's infantry the next day, they saw a scene of rattling swords.

The militias wearing Polish infantry uniforms and the mercenaries wearing pikemen uniforms are clearly lined up on both sides of the camp. Both sides hold swords and spears in their hands. Everyone stares at each other with hatred. The foul language flew out. Pidro believed that as long as anyone wiped their guns and went off the hook, the hundreds of people here would immediately become a group.

"Hey, Juan. Is this the case?" Pidro took Chechen carefully to the side of the original infantry team, and asked a Spanish mercenary who had a relationship.

The Spaniard named Juan was a thin young man. At this time, he was nervously wiping sweat from his hands and daggers on his trouser legs. Seeing someone calling his name, Juan turned his head.

"Oh, it's the deputy captain of Pidro. Are you here to see our captain?" Juan recognized Pidro and smiled at him.

Pidro nodded, and she pointed to Cheer Chen and said to Juan: "This is my nephew, the head of our mercenary group that I often talk about."

"Oh, it turns out that you are the leader of Chechen. I always listen to Pidro complimenting you in the tavern. You are so young!" Juan said hello to Chechen.

When Juan said that Pidro always praised himself in front of outsiders, Chechen's face blushed, but there was a warm current flowing in his heart.

"Hu An, you haven't said what is going on?"

Cheechen left the Polish militia side. Just after the three-point talk, the distance between the two teams was closer, and the pikemen of both sides slapped each other with their spears.

"Hey, what else is going on. These **** asked us to eat freshwater fish. Who doesn't know that we Spaniards don't eat freshwater fish. They are deliberately looking for us." Juan Said bitterly.

This time, Cheer Chen felt that Juan and the others had wronged each other. Spain does not eat freshwater fish. These native Poles probably don't know it.

"Where's your chief Victor? Why doesn't he come out to take care of it." Cheer Chen felt that as long as Victor came out to explain this matter, the misunderstanding between the two parties could be resolved.

"Our captain..."

Juan was about to speak, but at this moment, the conflict between the two sides further escalated. Some Poles picked up the stones on the ground and threw them at the foreign mercenaries. The foreign mercenaries did not show any weakness, picked up the stones and threw them back. At this moment, the Poles have suffered. The hats they wear are made of cloth and have no defensive power. The mercenaries wear iron dome helmets and ship-shaped helmets. There is nothing against stones. pressurized.

As several Poles were smashed to the blood, the Poles' anger suddenly rose. Seeing them, they were about to rush forward desperately.

Victor finally appeared at this time. Behind him was a young man in a half-breasted jacket, the young man with a high-pitched look, and he looked more pretentious than Victor.

Cheerchen knew that the young man was Polish when he saw that the young man kept a lid. Obviously, he should be the leader of this group of Poles.

Sure enough, after the young man and Victor walked between the two sides, he turned to the Poles without waiting for Victor to speak, and said: "Lieutenant Victor has agreed to our request to share meals and agreed that I will command you."

There were cheers among the Poles, but the morale of the mercenaries fell instantly. This is tantamount to the captain's resignation to the Poles.

During this period, Victor said nothing. Some stubborn mercenaries wanted to rush to the theory, but they were forced back by Victor's eyes.

After the cheers, the Poles began to disperse. The young man also paid a military salute to Victor, and then walked into his own group like a victor.

"You go back too." Victor waved to the mercenaries. At this time, he saw Pidro and Chechen walking towards him.

"Why are you here?" Victor was a little surprised.

"Come to you for some advice." Pidro snorted to the Poles, saying that this matter has something to do with those people.

"Then go to my room and talk." Victor said.

Victor's room in Werner was as simple as ever, with nothing but a bed, a wardrobe, a hanger, and a few chairs. After Pidro and Cheechen entered the house, they casually found a chair and sat down.

"Who is that arrogant young man?" Piedro asked Victor, who was pouring beer, after he settled in his chair.

"The young man was named Tomas, who turned out to be the Prince's guard. He was sent as my deputy. Those from the Polish militia listened to him." Victor poured a glass of beer for the two of them.

"He's pretty airy. I thought Algierdas who came to our place was already going to cause trouble." Piedro said.

"Your prince sent someone here too?" Victor somewhat guessed why Pidro and Chechen came to him.

"A squad of cavalry. The leader is Algierdas, an aristocratic guy. He provokes the mercenary group as soon as he comes. My nephew would like to ask you how to lead your troops to control these guys. It ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but I didn't expect..." Pidro sighed.

Victor nodded helplessly.

"You think about it for the better. The reason for thinking about the prince is to increase the combat effectiveness of your mercenary group. As we all know, the Polish cavalry is extremely powerful, especially their wing cavalry. Before King Gustav appeared, almost a hundred Fight yum."

"Those assigned to us are not wing cavalry." Cheerchen muttered.

Hearing Cheerchen's mutter, Victor laughed loudly: "The wing cavalry is the treasure of the lords, they are all directly governed forces, how can they be assigned to the following. However, their other types of cavalry are also very distinctive. . It's like an armored Cossack, with both defensive power and mobility."

Cheerchen and Pidro nodded. They have suffered from armored Cossacks.

Victor turned around and said: "Compared with the Polish cavalry, their infantry is nothing good. The fighting power is not as good as the rebels of the Cossacks of Zaporozhye."

"Indeed, their combat effectiveness is not good. If you really fight just now, you will definitely win." Pidro complimented Victor.

"What's the use of winning. After all, we are holding the salary given by Prince Yanush. They will go to the Prince to sue us when we lose." Victor said helplessly.

"Is there no way then?" Cheerchen couldn't help asking.

"If you want to reduce the conflict, then Head Chechen listens to me, don't let your own people come into contact with them too much. Separate the two as much as possible."

Victor's meaning is very clear.

"this……"

Victor's method surprised Cheerchen a little. In Chechen's impression, Victor has always been a very traditional soldier, but he didn't expect that he also learned to escape now.