Suddenly, the young officer\'s knife had to be raised over his head before it could be out of its sheath to block Pedro\'s attack.

Click. Pedro\'s half sword was strong and heavy, and the scabbard of the young officer suddenly broke into countless pieces.

But the officer was not easy. When he was suddenly attacked, his cavalry knife, after blocking the attack of the half sword, followed the edge of the half sword and rowed to Pedro\'s hands holding the sword.

If the blow was successful, Pedro\'s wrist would be cut off. As a last resort, Pedro had to turn the blade and block the blow with the hand guard of half a sword.

At the end of the first round, they seemed to be neck and neck.

The blow was Pedro\'s angry blow. Seeing that he didn\'t succeed, Pedro calmed down a little. But he did not intend to stop. Pedro knew that he had no way back from the moment he cut the sword - the other party was a Polish officer, and he must have brought a lot of people this time. And Fidel, these people, have no problem fighting robbers with themselves. If they fight against the officers and soldiers, they have neither the ability nor the courage. This war, whether losing or winning, is a dead end.

"It turned out that this was the place where our uncle and nephew buried their bones." when he thought about it, Pedro couldn\'t help smiling bitterly. But although his mind turned a few times, the sword in his hand did not delay. The half sword stabbed him left and right, split up and cut down, and could not move away from the key of the officer.

The officer waved his cavalry knife and was weak in both hands. He could only parry and had no power to fight back. It was extremely difficult for him to stop Pedro\'s first strike; The counterattack after blocking consumed his great mental strength. Pedro\'s subsequent blows made his arms tingle.

During this period, the young officer\'s men had already raised their guns to force Fidel and others, and Fidel and others did not dare to move even though they had weapons in their hands, as Pedro expected.

Several soldiers also wanted to aim at Pedro, but although he was a little broad and fat, he was extremely agile. He kept changing his steps and wrestling with the young officer, so that they wouldn\'t have a chance to aim.

Finally, Pedro cut off the young officer\'s cavalry knife with half a sword and put the sword across his neck. With the hostages in hand, Pedro calmed down even more.

Those soldiers were also a rat repellent. Although they didn\'t put down their guns, they looked at each other and didn\'t know what to do.

"You say, are those things stolen?" asked Pedro fiercely.

"Of course they are stolen goods. Although you defeated me, you can\'t change this fact." unexpectedly, the young officer was not afraid of the sword across his neck.

"As long as you give it back to us, I\'ll let you go. It\'s like today\'s thing hasn\'t happened," added Pedro. In his opinion, the young man must be a noble when he became an officer at such a young age. Nobles want face. They can exchange anything for face.

"No, I will never make an unjust deal in exchange for my life." the young officer shook his head firmly. Then he said to his men, "don\'t care about my life or death. Arrest these people who provoke the Republic Army."

"Are you German?" didn\'t expect the young officer to be so "axis", Pedro asked with some uncertainty. In his early years, he traveled north and south for many years. He had seen Germans, French, Hungarians and Turks, but only the Germans were so rigid and inflexible.

"No, I\'m Spanish," said the young officer to himself.

"We\'re Spanish too," Ruth said with some surprise. He did not expect that the officer should be his compatriot

"Are you Spanish too?" asked the young officer with some uncertainty.

"Yes, yes," Fidel and others admitted again and again. Then he spoke a few words of local dialect and slang in his hometown.

"My name is Aragon," the young officer gradually believed, and he introduced himself. "I\'m a lieutenant of the Smolensk mercenary regiment. Our head is Lieutenant Colonel Franco."

After introducing himself, Aragon continued, "for the sake of my compatriots, I can ignore today\'s things. But I must take those things back. They are all things with a Lord."

"These things are related to my nephew\'s life." Pedro also put down his sword. He talked about the cause and effect of the matter briefly.

"I sympathize with you. But it\'s beyond my authority. Well, I\'ll take you to our leader. He\'s also in zamoshya today," Aragon said.

Pedro nodded in agreement. He put away his sword and hung it on his waist again.

"Pedro!"

"Franco!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Pedro and the Colonel Franco met, they stared. Then there was a burst of happy laughter. The difference is that Pedro\'s laughter is more unrestrained, while Franco is happy and serious, trying to maintain the appearance of his commander.

They are old acquaintances.

"Pedro, didn\'t you go back to Spain? Why did you come back again?" after laughing, Franco asked Pedro.

"The money was spent. I had no other ability, so I had to pick up the sword again." Pedro summarized the reason for his coming out of the mountain again in one sentence.

"What about you? I remember when I left. Didn\'t you stay in the ring mercenary regiment? Why did you become head here?"

At this question, Franco\'s face suddenly became painful. As if thinking of the painful past. He bit his lips so hard that he didn\'t even know it was broken.

"What\'s the matter, old friend?" seeing Franco\'s expression, Pedro also had a bad feeling.

"There is no ring mercenary regiment." Franco finished this sentence almost word by word.

"What\'s the matter? Where\'s commander longjingen? And chief officer William and one eyed Kennan..." Pedro asked anxiously. He and Franco had been in the ring mercenary regiment for seven years, and had deep feelings with everyone in the regiment. Now he suddenly heard the bad news, how can he not make him anxious.

"This is not a place to talk. I\'ll talk to you when I get back to Smolensk. Oh, by the way. Why are you here, and you came with Aragon."

Franco didn\'t want to say more here. He turned the subject and asked.

So Pedro said the story of Chechen briefly again.

"That\'s right." after listening to his old friend, Franco turned around.

"Lieutenant Aragon." Franco looked serious.

"Yes, sir," Lieutenant Aragon saluted.

"Lieutenant, what are we here for?"

"Send us to collect food."

"Does that allow us to recover the lost property for those victims?"

"No. but..."

"No, but since the city Lord has given an order, we should follow it. We can do whatever the order requires us to do."

"Yes, sir."

"This boy is like you when you were young," said Pedro to Franco when Aragon left.

"People in the regiment call him \'little German\'. But I wish he could be more flexible," Franco said with emotion. His former nickname was "German". Seeing Aragon is like seeing yourself when you were young.

Pedro got his belongings back and was in a good mood when he saw his old friend again. He wanted to make a few more jokes. At this time, there was a cry from Chechen outside.

"Uncle Pedro, uncle Pedro."