Count anzumov was silent for a moment.

During this period, Pedro has been staring at anzumov. To Pedro\'s surprise, the old count changed so many expressions in such a short time.

Among them, there are anger, sadness and pain... In short, all negative expressions are shown on his face.

"What is my ulterior motive?"

Count anzumov\'s eyes were red and there seemed to be two tears on his cheek.

"Is captain Franco my man? Is bishop Kirchner my man? Or are you doronin my man? I could have ignored these things. Bishop Kirchner knows that many people have advised me to go to Warsaw and Krakow. But I stayed here for what? Not for our republic."

The old man\'s tearful speech moved many people. Some old Smolensk people who had known anzumov since childhood even wiped tears with him.

In fact, as anzumov said, there were only three or four of the 16 people present who could be called count anzumov\'s relatives and friends, not counting Pedro who was temporarily called.

But despite this, doronin was unmoved.

"Please answer me, count anzumov. Why did you encourage the city Lord to establish this military conference?" doronin asked word by word.

"This is the core of all problems," Franco thought.

Franco could not help nodding his approval for doronin\'s acuity.

"Huh?"

Seeing that his emotional card did not move doronin, count anzumov could not help but be speechless.

"Enough, doronin! It\'s my decision to establish a military conference. You just need to obey."

Seeing anzumov\'s resignation from poverty, fiordo stood up and took over everything for him.

"Yes, Lord."

Seeing that Fyodor was obviously on the side of count anzumov, Senator doronin finally knew that it was useless to argue. He saluted, but did not sit down.

"Do you have anything else to say?" asked Fyodor.

"Sir, since the military conference has been established, I think we might as well settle some things today," said doronin.

Fiordo glanced at anzumov and bishop kisher. Seeing that neither of them objected, he nodded in agreement.

"I think I\'d better listen to the opinion of the front-line commander first. If the head of the Tatar clan didn\'t come, please ask the head of Franco to talk first."

Doronin did not hurry to speak, but called Franco\'s name.

So Franco stood up. He went to the middle of the conference hall and described today\'s battle in his loud voice. Franco is a good soldier, but not a good speaker. His speech is concise and boring. But this time, because he was talking about the battle, although Franco had described it in objective language as much as possible, the bloody fighting scenes in his words and the scars on his chest armor and clothes still frightened those who had not been on the battlefield or had not been on the battlefield for a long time.

"Well, how long can we keep it?" a fat nobleman asked timidly.

"We can keep it to death if we want," Franco said positively.

"Don\'t worry, the wall of Smolensk is not so easy to break through. Moreover, we need winged cavalry. As long as they are there, even if the sky falls, these young men can hold it up with cavalry guns."

Doronin interrupted. His words obviously gave everyone confidence. Many people looked proud and nodded. After all, the Republic\'s winged cavalry has created countless miracles, and no one doubts that they will not rewrite history this time.

"Lord, in view of the excellent performance of the mercenaries, I suggest that they defend the east gate and the north gate," said bishop kisher.

The Bishop\'s words were immediately endorsed by everyone.

But Franco disagreed.

"My Lord, and all of you. I hope to transfer my men to Ximen."

"Why? Colonel Franco," asked count anzumov.

"Because Simon\'s enemy is Cossacks," Franco replied.

Even Pedro couldn\'t understand why Franco wanted to defend Simon, who was attacked by zaporoze Cossacks, but fiordo seemed to know the reason.

For the first time, he agreed to Franco\'s request without consulting others.

"Then, let the people\'s League and some of the registered Cossacks defend the east gate together, and my cavalry team press behind." doronin made a decision first regardless of what others meant.

Doronin\'s style can be said to undermine the military parliamentary system proposed by anzumov, but the old count didn\'t say anything, but his eyes became a little gloomy.

Lord fiordo and count anzumov did not speak, and the others had no other opinion. During this time, duoluoning\'s momentum is too prosperous. It seems to be the representative of the young and strong in the city.

Next, we will discuss some other issues at the meeting. Gradually, the military issue became a mere formality.

At this time, a strange voice of most people present came in.

"Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to say a few words."

Pedro, sitting next to Franco, jumped up to attract attention.

"Who is this gentleman?"

Asked count anzumov suspiciously. He doesn\'t remember asking the stranger.

"Count anzumov. This is Lieutenant Pedro. He\'s from my mercenary regiment. He\'s fighting at the north gate today. I wanted him to introduce the war there."

Franco Piedro said.

"Well, tell me about it, Lieutenant Pedro." according to Franco, fiordo became interested.

"My benefactor, protector," Pedro said in a very sarcastic word. He knew that the opportunity to express himself in front of so many dignitaries was extremely rare. Sometimes doing well is better than saying well.

Therefore, in the process of telling the battle, Pedro strongly praised fiordo\'s wise command and encounter deployment: according to him, the fire wall preset by Franco became fiordo\'s idea, and the people buried in the sea of fire were all famous nobles of Czar Russia. In the end, Pedro also praised God, saying that when the Czar\'s Russian army retreated, the statue of the goddess of national protection appeared on the tower of the north gate.

These flattering words made fiordo elated, and even a pure friar like bishop kisher was happy about the manifestation of the goddess of national protection.

"Come on, dear lieutenant," said fiordo to Pedro. When Pedro came to him, fiordo took off a gold ring and put it in Pedro\'s hands as a reward.

Feeling the weight of the gold ring in his hand, Pedro happily kissed the hand of Lord fiordo.

Later, bishop kisher also gave Pedro a chain of gold crosses.

After the meeting, Franco and Pedro left together. Along the way, Pedro enjoyed the cross from time to time. At this time, Franco said to Pedro, "you have to give me this cross."

"Why? I got it on my own." Pedro quickly put the cross in his bag for fear that Franco would rob it.

"The idea of the fire wall is mine."

"It\'s not worth a gold cross," said Pedro, pressing his pocket tighter.

"If you don\'t give it to me, tell me about your reward," Franco said.

This move hit Pedro\'s door. If the news is leaked, you must share it with everyone. This is an unwritten rule in mercenaries.

No way, Pedro reluctantly took out the gold cross.

The cross hung in Pedro\'s hand and swayed in the cold wind.

"Is it windy?"

Pedro pressed his hat on his head and looked at the sky with Franco.