Stanislaw pototsky\'s questioning was futile, and he was not angry. Seeing Chechen and Blair leave on horseback, the old man closed the window and quietly continued to close his eyes in the carriage.

And Blair, when he and Cherchen ran to the front of the line, he looked back at the carriage and said to Cherchen, "You Lord Stanislaw pototsky have a lot of eyes."

Cherchen listened to Blair\'s evaluation of Stanislaw pototsky. Although he had just been removed from the post of deputy envoy by the old man, he still said good words for him: "Blair, Stanislaw pototsky certainly came for peace."

"Peace?!"

Blair snorted coldly. At the moment, Blair\'s expression is very much like his master Bao Hong.

"Only a free Cossack Ukraine can have peace," Blair said.

"So what kind of peace and freedom did the Cossacks want?"

For Blair\'s words, Cherchen asked a rhetorical question.

Now he is no longer the Deputy envoy of the mission. His remaining duty is to safely escort the mission to Kiev. As for visiting Bogdan hemelinitsky who is seriously ill or achieving peace, old lord Stanislaw pototsky is worried by the mission. So I feel that I\'m not so restrained than before.

Blair did not give a positive answer. He asked Cherchen to see "what kind of peace and freedom the Cossacks want".

As the team continued to move forward, the scenery of the grassland that Chechen saw became more and more beautiful. At that time, the whole south of Ukraine, up to the part of the Black Sea, after the devastation of the war, most of them showed an uncultivated emerald green. The whole ground is like a green ocean, dotted with colorful flowers: light cyan, blue and lavender cornflowers are exposed in the middle of slender grass stems; The yellow canary flower stands tall and straight with the pyramid shaped spire.

Che Chen saw that a wheat ear floating from nowhere sprouted in the flowers, and the pigeons ran around in the grass looking for delicious food. In the sky, the vulture craned its neck and patrolled its territory with sharp eyes.

On the other side of the cloud, a line of geese flew neatly. Not long ago, wild geese and echoes came from places that knew how far away they were that day.

"This is really a beautiful land." Chechen praised.

"Yes, Cherchen. Beautiful Ukraine, my home," Blair said proudly with open arms. Blair and Bao Hong, they are children of the Ukrainian prairie. At the moment, Blair seems to be injected with new vitality by his Ukrainian mother. His waist is straighter and his speech is louder.

"HMM." Chechen responded with empathy.

The team went on like this for two days. Although Stanislaw pototsky couldn\'t wait to hurry to Kiev, Blair deliberately walked slowly and stopped many times along the way to introduce the scenery to Cherchen.

On that day, in a small town half a day away from Kiev, Blair ordered to stop and rest.

Before Stanislaw pototsky poked his head out and asked to continue on his way, Blair pulled Cherchen into the town.

Duke konitsky snorted coldly when he looked at Cherchen, who was on his back with the Cossacks and rode forward. Colluding with Cossacks, the Duke confessed that he had caught Chechen again. He is ready to have a chance to talk to Stanislaw pototsky, so that Cherchen can\'t afford to go after returning home, and let Cherchen, a young man, know that he, Duke konitsky, can\'t bear the Revenge of a small upstart from Spain.

Chechen did not know that Duke konitsky had so many dirty thoughts. At this time, led by Blair, he walked on the longest street in the town.

It is said to be the longest street. In fact, this small town is really small. It has only two horizontal and vertical streets, corresponding to the city gates on all sides. Because the town is an irregular rectangle, the horizontal one is slightly longer than the vertical one. Blair flashed a finger and said, "Cherchen, look, these on the roadside are Cossacks. We are not like those Polish aristocrats who say mud legs or reckless men who can only fight. Without aristocrats, we are better off than before."

Blair showed Cherchen that there were Cossacks who should be merchants and vendors sitting along the eaves of thatched houses in the town.

Che Chen saw that the businessmen along the street were dark, relaxed and smiling, and carried pistols and sabers around their waists. But the work they are busy with has nothing to do with the war. Some Cossacks have pipes in their mouths, while others are not empty, singing Cossack and Ukrainian folk songs.

Contemporary foreigners are always amazed at the extraordinary ability of the Cossacks in Ukraine. Because there is no industry that the Cossacks do not understand. They are the best distillers, the best blacksmiths, the best car builders, the worst drunkards and the most rude soldiers.

In other words, all the best distillers, the best blacksmiths, the best car builders, the worst drunkards and the most rude soldiers are Cossacks.

At the moment, what Chechen sees in this small town called crevotch is the hard-working Cossacks.

A shepherd with a Cossack hairstyle passed by Cherchen. He drove the sheep to a Cossack vendor selling pots. Instead of noisy bargaining, they held their hands together. After a while, the transaction was completed. The shepherd exchanged his lamb for an iron pot.

Barter, such a transaction makes Cherchen who is used to the monetary economy feel very novel.

Chechen jumped off his horse. He picked up a hooped barrel and looked around. The barrel is made of oak, and the hoops are tightly fitted, without any gap. Just as Che Chen was about to say a word of praise, in the middle of the street, a figure with a mustache like a Cossack leader suddenly jumped into a wicker carriage more than one person tall. He took off his hat and waved it. After attracting enough people\'s attention, he shouted: "Hey, League brothers! Brewers, brewers and Mead makers, don\'t steal their own wine after making wine and feed flies in the back kitchen; hey, you! Ploughmen and shepherds, don\'t waste energy behind your wife\'s ass; and you, ironers and cuppers, it\'s hard to say, have you been around jingling all your life? It\'s time to win the honor of knight for yourself..."

Cherchen listened and finally understood that the Cossack leader was encouraging people here to go to the Black Sea coast, Kafa and Istanbul for looting. This shocked Cherchen, because this is a town and should not be a place without laws. The Cossack emirate and Ottoman Turkey were not in war, and the officials here would allow him to be so bold and provocative Will these people who were still doing their work honestly the moment before follow him?