The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 When Tetsuchen came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Piedro and Franco finished their third bottle of wine. Seeing Cheerchen who was cleaned and dressed up, even Franco's eyes lit up.

　　 At the age of fourteen, Tetsuchen's height of 1.65 meters is not too short among his peers. His nose is straight, his lips are rosy, his arms are slender, his legs are slender, and his skin is as white as porcelain from the East; and his eyes are shining like stars in the night sky.

　　 "Heh. Pedro, your nephew is really an angel." Franco rarely praised a person.

　　 "That's it, don't look at whose nephew he is." Pidro saw his old friend praise Cheerchen, and he pushed his nose on his face more and more. I completely forgot his look.

　　 "Uncle Franco, I often hear my uncle talk about you. He said you are a real knight." Cheerchen sat down on the side of the table and poured Franco a glass of wine.

　　 "Impossible, your stinky uncle would also praise people?" Although Franco had no expression on his face, Cheer Chen praised himself as a real knight, but he was very helpful in his heart.

　　 "Yes. Uncle said that you are a knight of kindness." Cheechen deliberately put the accent on "kindness".

　　 "Tetsuchen!" Pidro spoke first. He glanced at Franco, then at Cheerchen.

　　 Franco's face hung down. Obviously, he heard some overtones in Cheerchen's words. And that "benevolence", I am afraid it is not complimenting myself.

　　 "Kid, what do you want to say?"

"Uncle Franco," Chechen said eagerly, "The villagers of Zamoshye bear high land rents every year, and live a life of not having enough food and clothing. They have already paid land rent this year, but now you are. To take away their last grain, how can they live this harsh winter?"

　　 Although Cheerchen knew from Yuri that the village chief Mikhail still had food in other places, he still hoped that Franco could follow the knight's creed and return the food he found from the village to the villagers.

　　 Franco put down the glass, the wine swayed in the glass. His eyes stared at Cheerchen like two sharp swords, and Cheerchen did not show any weakness, he just met Franco's gaze.

　　 For a long time, Franco spoke to Cheerchen, his voice with unquestionable confidence.

"Children, there is benevolence in the knight's creed, but I also have responsibility and loyalty. I am a knight, but I am the head of the mercenary regiment in Smolensk and an officer of the Republic. I have the responsibility and obligation to protect. This country. In peacetime, benevolence is indeed a rule that a knight should abide by, but now is on the verge of war, everyone should use all their strength to defend this country-knights draw swords, priests pray, peasants provide food, Merchants use money. Everyone has their own responsibilities."

　　 "But." Cheerchen wanted to refute, but Franco interrupted him as soon as he spoke.

"I know what you want to say. Are you trying to say that confiscation of all their food is too cruel? We are not taking these, but temporarily saving them for them. Otherwise, wait for the Russians and the Zaporozhye Cossacks. When they come, everything here will be taken away by them, and they will plow the place again with fire and sword. Zamoshye will not grow any grass."

Franco paused and continued: "At that time, those soldiers and mobs will feed their soldiers and mobs to slaughter the kind-hearted people. At this time, where is your benevolence? As for making people here short of food, you will Don’t worry, Master Feodor has agreed to leave them with three days’ worth of food, and they can come to the city to receive the next three days of food when they’re finished."

　　Franco's words are reasonable and well-founded, and Cheerchen is irrefutable. Of course, this was also because Cheor Chen was too young and had too little experience. After he has experienced more things and established his own values, he can refute Franco's point of view.

"Okay, okay. Old friend, just your reason. You also bullied a child. Cheerchen, my nephew. I also poured a glass of wine for my uncle, and talked to my uncle about how you escaped." At this time , Pidro played a round in a timely manner and turned the topic out.

　　As a veteran of oil, he didn't believe that Franco could have unexpected gains in Zamosya from the beginning. The villagers here are pitiful and cunning people. This can be seen from the ruined church-the poorer the people, the more pious they are in God, because they have nothing to rely on except God. So on the contrary, the church is more beautiful; and the church in Zamoshye is so dilapidated, it is obvious that the people here have found a way to survive without relying on God.

　　 "Yes, uncle. I was saved by a real knight."

　　 Tetsuchen saw Pidro ask, and he hurriedly said a series of things from being captured to being rescued vividly.

　　 Tetsuchen opened his mouth to tell the story ups and downs, and Pidro was so drunk at listening, UU reading www. uukanshu. com, but Franco heard something strange. When Cheerchen finished speaking, Franco asked, "Cheerchen. That person really said he was a knight under the Duke of Dominica?"

　　 "Yes, they also said that it was sent to Smolensk for the Duke of Dominica."

　　 Franco looked down at the wine glass, lost in thought.

　　 It's impossible for Cheerchen to tell lies, but the identity of the messenger Bao Geng is too suspicious. Franco had been in Smolensk for many years, and he had never heard of the Lord Feodor being familiar with the so-called Duke of Dominica; moreover, the cavalry equipment of that team was too gorgeous. Swords studded with gems, war horses chosen from a thousand miles, these are not what a team of messengers can have. Bao Geng, what is the identity of this so-called messenger, Franco can't think of a name.

　　 "Old friend, what's the matter with you?" Piedro asked when Franco was silent.

　　 Franco shook his head, dispelling the thoughts in his mind. Although he has a cold face, he is a careful person. Although I doubt it, there is no real evidence. Moreover, as long as you go back to the city and ask the soldiers at the gate if there is such a group of messengers entering the city, you can know the truth. Why bother to say it now, it's troublesome for the whole family.

　　 "It's nothing. Oh, yes. Pedro, we are going back to Smolensk soon. Do you want to go with me?" Franco asked.

　　 "Of course, we are going to **** the caravan to Smolensk this time. After finishing this errand, we still want to join the Smolensk army."

　　Pidro had planned to enter the city with Franco. At this time, Franco asked, there was no reason for him not to agree.

　　 "Well, I'll go to sort out the team. After an hour, we will leave."

　　 After finishing speaking, Franco stood up and sorted out his clothes. Went out.