Mid-Autumn Festival.

A lively wedding is being held in Shegeni.

Until this time, Li Erwa was still a little unable to believe her eyes.

Not only did Zhang Laoqi and his wife come with Li Helan, but they also came with two families in the same village. In addition, the mayor of Lviv also came here and personally presided over the wedding, reading the gifts and congratulations from His Majesty the Emperor!

This is a traditional Chinese wedding, with gongs and drums and the sound of firecrackers deafening.

The sound alarmed the village of Shegini, which was only a few miles away. It originally belonged to Poland and now belonged to Austrian territory.

Compared with the village of Shegini, Medica is not so much a village as a noble manor castle. Her owner was a Pole, but now she has become an Austrian.

A Bavarian, who once worked as a mercenary in the Austrian army, was awarded this estate for his military merits.

This man used to be the platoon leader of the hunting barracks. After coming here, all the thirty people following him became knights. Although the knights are now behind in Europe, they still exist in Austria.

This is also a good way for Austrians to win over foreigners.

Some people are born to like fighting and become mercenaries, but most people are forced by life. Who doesn’t want to settle down and enjoy their old age?

Stoke was like this, and he naturally knew the intention of the Austrians to make him the lord of this small border fortress - there were one hundred households in the village of Shejini not far away, with at least fifty militias, and his men were thirty knights with one hundred acres of land each!

Each knight has ten Polish serfs, who provide for the food, horses, and equipment needed by the knights. The knights usually live in the manor castle with Stock.

Such a manor is everywhere in Austria and Poland, and there is also the lord of the city of Przemehil on Stoke, but he does not need to provide taxes to him, he just served in the military during wartime.

The fields of the two villages are almost next to each other. When farmers usually work, they can see each other by looking up. In Stock's eyes, compared with European serfs, the Chinese, Japanese, and Koreans who have dark faces and work hard all day long have already faintly threatened his position as the new owner of the manor.

Truchen arranged the immigrants from the Far East in the border areas at first, but later they were distributed to the mainland one after another. The farmers who came first had more men in their families, Japanese immigrants were samurai families, and Korean immigrants were soldiers.

Although armed immigrants are somewhat different, they are generally like this.

With the leadership of Zhang Laoqi, an old immigrant who had been in Truqin for twenty years, the village of 100 households cannot be said to be solid, but it is still possible to mobilize fifty militias within half an hour.

When militias were concentrated in city-level cities for training, they would give them a saber, one flintlock rifle, one flintlock gun, and one set of clothes without collar or epaulette. After the training, these things would be their own. They would usually be led by the village chief every now and then in the village house.

The horses are their own. Each household of Truqin has at least 30 acres of land, which can be fully afforded. At first, it was Zhang Laoqi, but later became his son Zhang Wang. Since it is a border area, in addition to training in his spare time, he will also take militias through the border line patrol.

The costumes of militia are like this:

A gray-brown hat without a hat badge;

A short set of gray-brown clothes, in winter, wool velvet, in other seasons, burlap; with a copper buckle belt around the waist;

Wrapped in leggings and wearing short leather shoes.

During patrol, the flintlock rifle was carried behind his back, the saber was slung beside him, and the short gun was hung on the belt.

All Truchen Malaysia are purchased and raised from designated markets.

During normal training, the ammunition consumed also needs to be purchased by yourself, and during wartime, the government will subsidize part of it.

This is unimaginable in European countries. Only in Truchen, because of his rich life, can he have spare money to support.

When Stoke on the opposite side saw him, he would often patrol the border with his thirty knights in fancy knight costumes and flags embroidered with his family badges.

Since they are knights, they are naturally well-trained. They also have long spears, flintlocks and sabers. The spears are the long Polish winged cavalry. With the wing suit attached to their shoulders, they still look very cool.

After hearing the movement, the forty-year-old Stoke quickly came out with the winged cavalry. When he approached the village of Shejini, the smell of smoke from the large number of firecrackers had not yet dissipated.

In recent years, there are naturally some people in the village of Shejini. Those who celebrate birthdays and hold funerals will set off firecrackers, but there have never been so many like today. Austrians obviously have no habit of setting off firecrackers. They thought they were conducting militia training.

To be on guard, it is obvious that Stoke came over.

Austria and Truchen have a good relationship nowadays, but both sides are obviously on guard against each other at the border, which is normal, but this time Stoke seems to have some ideas.

"Go and find out what they are doing?"

He pointed to a Polish knight and said.

The knight nodded and rode his horse away.

In the village of Shejini, Li Erwa's family, who were immersed in happiness, soon received the message that a knight was coming from the border.

Naturally, he would not leave at this time, but in case, he still said to a Japanese samurai: "You go and see what he is going to do"

Soon, the warrior came back.

"Village Chief, that person wants to ask what we are doing?"

"What's up with him?" Zhang Laoqi suddenly realized that it was inappropriate. "Will we set off a lot of firecrackers and make them misunderstand?"

"Yes, most of it"

Zhang Laoqi stood up, and started walking in the room with his hands behind his back.

Li Erwa said at this time: "What's the matter? Just tell them the truth."

Zhang Laoqi said: "We are different from yours. The border is close to you. After all, there is a mountain. Any movement will cause trouble to the other party."

Li Erwa said: "Everyone is within the border line. Do we still need to know him? Don't pay attention to him!"

Then he said to Chikov: "You are Polish, I will talk to him in the past"

Zhang Laoqi quickly stopped him, "Even if he wants to go, it's ours."

Then he said to the warrior: "You go and say that we are holding a wedding here. According to our tradition, we need to set off a lot of firecrackers. By the way, did you speak to them just now in Russian?"

The warrior nodded, "I only know this, I'm not very familiar with it yet."

Zhang Laoqi then asked another militia who was a local serf to go and share the discussion.

The serf was named Umansky. He used to be a serf from the former Medika landlord. After hearing Zhang Laoqi's order, he agreed and went.

Umansky returned home first, picked up the horse from his stable, stepped on it and walked towards the west end of the village.

The road under his feet used to lead directly to Medica. After the Truchens obtained Western Ukraine, it took a year to identify the dividing line with the Austrians.

In fact, it was just to use an almost straight ridge as a dividing line, and the Truchens built a fence on the ridge.

Soon, Umansky came to this end of the fence, and saw a tall knight wearing a cool winged cavalry costume who was a little impatient.

These people were German mercenaries who followed Stoke here. They didn't come here for a long time. For them, although Truchen is famous, ordinary farmers obviously would not take it in their eyes.

Umansky's life is naturally much better than before, but he is still a piece of clothing that Polish serfs often wear nowadays. It's just a little cleaner, but it's obviously similar in the eyes of the other party.

When the man saw Umansky, he immediately pointed at him with the saber in his hand and scolded: "Why did it take so long?"

The power of the knight scared Umansky and was nervously unable to speak. Although he was a militia, he usually trained and patroled with other militias. Since he split from Medica, he has never seen anyone there alone.

What's more, after the Austrians got Przemeshil, in order to prevent the locals from colluding with each other due to relatives, they moved all the serfs about thirty miles near the border to the mainland, and moved some serfs near Krakow here. Even if Umansky ran over, he did not know anyone.

Since you are a serf, you must not leave the land you cultivated at will, otherwise you would not be called a serf.

"This..."

Umansky couldn't help but stutter.

Umansky's hesitation made the other party even more arrogant and domineering, "Are you shooting artillery? The borders of the two countries are closely connected, why do you need to do these things that are prone to cause uneasiness and disputes?!"

European mercenaries were prevalent from the 16th century to the present, and were not completely replaced by regular troops in the 19th century. At first, their combat power was still good, but later, they actually became robbers on the European battlefield.

During the 30th Years of War in the 17th century, a large number of mercenaries flooded the ranks of both sides. Once they occupied the villages controlled by the other side, it was very common to burn, kill, and plunder. After entering the 18th century, they restrained a little, but this situation was still common during the 7th Years of War not long ago.

In order to conceal their crimes, both sides will try their best to whitewash and cover up the records and newspapers afterwards. Such things are full of European documents in later generations.

The Knights of Stoke are obviously such figures. Although they barely got the title of the Knight and had their own serfs, they were still mercenaries like robbers in their hearts.

At this moment, the Japanese samurai militia came.

After coming here, these warriors obviously no longer shaved their moon-date heads and wore old-style robes like before, and gradually moved closer to the Truchen dress. The militia's favorite clothes were usually worn.

However, the Japanese samurai are generally short in height, and they are 1.6 meters tall and can be called "tall". This is the case with this person. Despite this, he is not as afraid as Umansky. When he saw the two standing stiffly on both sides of the fence, the knight opposite pointed at each other with a knife, he couldn't help but get angry.

"Bang..."

He pulled out his one-handed samurai sword.

The most precious property of Japanese samurai is the samurai sword, all of which are carefully forged. They are completely different from the extremely light sabers used in Europe. Their scabbards are also metal. When they pull them out with force, a bang sounds sounded across the fields on both sides of the fence that had just been harvested.

He said in broken Russian: "Baga! We are training guns, so what? Do you dare to come and duel with me?"

The man was also furious and was about to touch his right hand to his waist, where there was a short flintlock gun.

However, the warrior's speed was obviously much faster than him. In the blink of an eye, he had an extra flintlock gun in his left hand!

Although the man was angry, he was a knight under Stoke. After a while, he finally did not pull out the short gun, and cursed in German and left.
Chapter completed!