The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 "Tetsuchen, what can you do?"

　　 It was Cheerchen who was speaking, and Franco asked happily when Cheerchen said that he could solve the big problem of insufficient manpower.

　　 Tetsuchen walked out from behind the broken wall. He was going to dig out a squirrel nest in the nearby forest. He happened to pass by and heard the conversation between Franco and the quartermaster.

He walked up to Franco and said calmly: "We don’t have enough manpower. We can hire the refugees in the city to help. I know a priest who is very prestigious among the refugees. As long as he is willing to help, he must A hundred responses can be heard. In this way, the problem of manpower is solved."

　　 The fact can be true. The agreement reached by Prince Alexei and Franco is extremely loose-as long as the mercenary group does not leave the territory of Smolensk, other places can move freely with consent. Although Prince Alexei announced when he entered the city that the refugees trapped in the city can return home freely, there are still a large number of refugees stranded in Smolensk. There are many craftsmen such as carpenters and blacksmiths among these refugees.

　　 "Which priest are you talking about?" Franco asked.

　　 "Father Spaso Kukecki." Cheerchen said.

　　 Franco and the quartermaster shook their heads. They had never heard of the priest's name.

　　 Seeing that the two adults were a little at a loss, Cheer Chen hurriedly introduced Father Spasokuktsky.

　　 "Tetsuchen, do you priest friend really have such great ability?"

　　 After listening to Cheer Chen's introduction to Father Spaso Kukecki, Franco still didn't think that a priest who didn't even have an order book had so much energy. He asked Cheerchen indefinitely.

　　 "Of course." Tetsuchen promised.

"What do you think?"

　　 Listening to Tetsuchen's assurance, Franco asked the quartermaster again. His subordinate had studied in Warsaw before joining the mercenary group. He not only studied military logistics but also civil engineering.

　　 The quartermaster pondered for a long time.

　　 "I think it is feasible. The soil quality here is similar to that of Smolensk. If the manpower can be doubled, I am confident that it will be completed one month earlier." The quartermaster assured.

　　 Franco nodded. The quartermaster said so, obviously with some certainty.

"Then Chechen, you go to the city to find Father Spasokuktsky. God bless, those Russians kept their promise and didn't use our mercenary group's money. As for the wood needed to build the roof, you first Let everyone go to the forest to cut down." Franco ordered.

　　 "Yes, sir." The quartermaster agreed.

　　 "Oh, and more. When the Jews who are doing business come, you can buy more thatch from them. This thing will be covered quickly." Franco seemed to say again.

　　 The quartermaster took the command.

　　 "Uncle Franco, when shall I go to the city?" Cheerchen said.

"In two days. I will first inform the Tsarist Russia that we need to hire someone to repair the house. Otherwise, if you rashly bring so many people over without their knowledge, it is easy to cause misunderstanding. But you can go to the treasurer first. There are two hundred Taylors in advance, or go to the city to find Father Spaso Kukecki."

　　 "Okay, I will go now."

　　 Tetsuchen left with the quartermaster, and Tetsuchen went to the treasurer. But Franco continued to deal with the matter, and the relocation and settlement matters were complicated, and he needed to deal with it.

　　 Tetsuchen was walking on the way to the treasurer, he suddenly saw his uncle Piedro and Ruth fighting for something. Pidro clung to it tightly, and Ruth desperately wanted to take it into his own hands.

　　 "What are you doing?" Cheerchen asked when he stepped forward.

　　 "Nothing," Pidro replied. Seeing that it was Cheerchen, he was at a loss as to what he said, and the bottle was snatched by Ruth.

　　 "My honey." He hugged tightly on the road to prevent Pidro from having another chance to **** it from him.

　　 "What are you stingy? Can't you pay you back in the future?" Piedro said nonchalantly.

　　 "Pay it back? What are you going to pay?" Ruth said angrily.

　　 The two of them refused to give way to each other, their big eyes stared at the small ones.

　　 "Uncle Pidro, what do you want honey for?" Cheerchen asked. Pidro is fatter, but he doesn't like sweets?

　　 "Of course it is useful." Piedro said vaguely.

　　Pidro's vague attitude aroused Cheorchen's suspicion.

　　 "Useful? What's the use?"

　　 "Your uncle is going to hunt bears." Ruth said Pedro's purpose for honey.

　　 "What do you tell the kid about these things?" Pidro complained when Ruth shook everything out.

　　 It turned out that Pidro was bragging in front of everyone, saying that when he was young, he once hunted a brown bear alone. Fidel was there at the time. Of course, Fidel didn't believe this kind of boasting. He also said that Pedro's bragging was not a big draft. At this moment, Pidro, who loves face, was anxious. He swears that if there is a bear in front of him now, he can hunt it down.

　　 Unexpectedly, a mercenary who heard this once accompanied Franco to hunt in this area. Knowing that there were bears in the woods nearby, he started to booze.

　　 Now that Pidro didn't want to get it, he could get it, so he stole a jar of honey from Ruth's collection.

　　 "Uncle Pidro, you dare to brag about such a big thing?" Cheerchen was completely shocked by Pidro's bold spirit and almost dropped his chin.

"It's not as scary as you think. This bear loves to eat honey. I only need to put honey on the trunk at the mouth of the bear hole to lure the bear out. Then I dig a trap nearby to lure Big Dumb step by step. The bear comes over and waits for it to fall into the trap and it's done. UU Reading www.uukahnshu.com"

　　 In order to make Cheorchen feel at ease, Pidro hurriedly stated his plan.

　　 Hearing Pidro's so-called plan, Cheorchen was a little bit dumbfounded.

　　 "Uncle, is your plan working well? What if the bear doesn't take the trap path?"

　　 "It should be okay. The bear I killed before used this method." Piedro said vowedly, but his uncertain tone betrayed him.

　　 "Before?" Tetsuchen raised his voice octave.

　　 "Okay, okay. This is what I see from the book, right?" Pidro admits defeat.

　　 Tetsuchen gave Pidro a sharp look.

　　 "Uncle, we won't bet anymore."

　　 "How can that be!" Hearing Cheerchen wanted to surrender himself, Pidro was 10,000 unwilling.

　　 "Why not? Face is more important or life is more important." Cheerchen asked rhetorically.

　　 "Your uncle has pushed up his own and your money." Ruth interrupted. In addition to face and life, money is also involved.

　　 "Are you all pressed?"

　　Pidro nodded pitifully.

　　 "Don't pretend to be pitiful." Cheerchen scolded.

　　 But everything happened, and it was useless to scold Pidro. Cheerchen had to postpone his plan to enter the city to find Father Spaso Kukecki, and first settle the matter in front of him.

　　 "Your method is not reliable, let me figure out a solution." Cheerchen said to Pidro.

　　 So Cheor Chen lowered his head and started thinking hard, but how could the way be so good. For a long time, Cheerchen still had no idea.

　　 At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the branch that was blown by the wind hit Cheorchen's face. When the wind subsided, the branches recovered.

　　 "Yes!" A bold thought came to Tetsuchen's mind.