The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

When Yanush was frightened to be a lonely man, Cheerchen and his mercenary group were heading to the vicinity of Ponneville to recruit troops.

When leaving Myatersk, Prince Yanush granted privileges to each unit. They could collect half of the assets of the Raziwiwu family’s properties and estates in various places as military expenses, while the other half were used as military expenses. Escorted to Werner to listen to.

This order made Pidro ecstatic. Along the way, he urged the mercenary group to go as fast as possible, for fear that any friendly army rushed in front of him and took away all the money from the manor and property.

It was okay to ride a horse right now, and the mercenaries who walked were really complaining. They have to hurry in the morning, and at noon, they are even asked to walk an extra hour at night.

"Uncle Pidro, don't worry so much. I think we are already in the forefront of the troops." After two days of marching in such a hurry, Cheerchen couldn't help but persuade his uncle to slow down.

"It's coming soon, Cheerchen, please bear with me. You see, Ponneville is in this position, and it is less than three hours away from us now." Piedro pointed to the map marked on the map. Neveye's position, said to Cheerchen.

"It doesn't matter to me, but those infantrymen who walk on two legs can't compare with the ease of riding a horse." Cheerchen motioned to Pidro to look at the exhausted infantry.

Pidro turned his head, and he noticed that the infantry's situation was indeed not optimistic. Although the heavier pikemen uniforms and other equipment were transported on the carriage, the soldiers ran on the rugged road for a day and two nights holding muskets and pikes. They were already sweating and panting. Older people like Father Spasokukotsky even had to ride on a pack horse to regain their strength.

"It's impossible to go on like this." Pidro thought: "But we can't rest either, because at this time, people can't stand up as soon as they sit down. Ponneville is close at hand, so you can't let it go. Others took the lead."

As soon as he thought of this, Pietro, who was good at thinking about crooked ideas, grunted his eyes a few times. He slowed down his horse, and when Father Spaso Kukotsky and the infantry, who were lying on the back of the pack horse, walked to him, Pidro asked with a keenly concerned tone: "Are you tired?"

"Can you not be tired? After such a long journey!"

"Let's take a break soon."

As soon as this question was asked, the infantrymen who were about to get down on the ground with the rapid march said all of a sudden. Their meaning is surprisingly consistent, that is, let them rest quickly.

Pidro nodded vigorously, empathizing with everyone's fatigue. He said affectionately: "A rest is a must. If there is beer and sausage, it would be better, right?"

Beer and sausages are the favorites of the soldiers. Hearing Pidro mentioning these two things, the soldiers slobbered greedy even if it was not ready for dinner.

"I want beer, it's best to have it chilled in the well."

"I want sausage, the kind of grilled sausage with a thick layer of honey."

Everyone shouted all kinds of ways to eat again.

And Father Spasokukotsky and Chechen looked at Piedro, not knowing what tricks he was going to play. The mercenary group now has nothing but water and bread. Pedro mentioned that these two foods successfully aroused the appetites of the soldiers, but they couldn't get them out. Isn't this a lie?

"Everyone be quiet, be quiet." Seeing that the soldiers had said almost everything, Pidro made a depressing motion with both hands, motioning everyone to be quiet and listen to him.

The soldiers calmed down as expected.

"I know you want to rest, drink beer and eat sausage, right? But we only have water and bread now, nothing else."

Upon hearing this, some people became anxious. They all yelled that Pidro was teasing them.

But Pedro's face was not red and his heart was not beating. He pointed to the end of the road with his horse whip and said, "How could I lie to you! I just looked at the map, and there was a manor just half an hour ahead, which was owned by Prince Yanush. I used to go. Once, the cellar in the manor was full of beer, and skewered sausages hung on the hooks in the kitchen. As long as you get there, you can take whatever you want to eat and what you want. And a comfortable bed is fine. rest."

Pidro painted vividly the beautiful picture of Ponneville, although he had never been there once. Most of the soldiers were fascinated when they heard it. They thought that they could only hold on for another half an hour. When they got there, they would eat, drink, and have a bed. It was no more comfortable than stopping now. A small number of soldiers doubted the authenticity of Pedro's words.

For the doubt, Pidro returned with a single sentence.

"If you don't believe me, you can sit down and rest. But wait until you have rested before going to Boniviers. Don't blame me when you see that the beer and sausages are all finished and eaten."

Those doubters who said this were speechless.

Even if a person lives because there is hope, once there is hope, infinite power will burst out.

The soldiers fantasize about the beautiful scenery portrayed by Pidro ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The steps under their feet feel a lot lighter. They ran down the road at a fast pace, hoping to get to Naponevière one step earlier.

"What should you do if there is no beer or sausage in the manor of Ponneville?" Cheerchen was both happy and worried when he saw the soldiers' fighting spirit broke out because of Pidro's nonsense.

Faced with his nephew’s worry, Piedro said nonchalantly: “Even without sausages and beer, as the Prince’s manor, Ponneville must have other food to satisfy them. When they eat and drink, they will remember me. Promise of."

Cheerchen shook his head helplessly, he urged the horse to speed up.

In less than an hour, the street sign of Ponneville appeared in front of the mercenary group. This means that the current position is less than 5 miles from Ponneveille.

At this time, Fedot, who had been acting as a vanguard in front of the investigation, ran back and told Cheorchen the bad news that Ponneville was surrounded by a group of unidentified people.

"Who would dare to rob His Royal Highness's manor? Did they break in?" Pidro asked urgently.

"Not yet. This group should not be a regular army, because I think most people use scythe and flail, and they wear a variety of styles." Fedot replied.

Piedro breathed a sigh of relief. Chechen said at this time: "No matter what, we still have to go over and help."

"Yes, yes." Piedro answered repeatedly. Then he waved his hand and told the soldiers that someone was going to grab their food and wine.

Now everyone's anger was ablaze. It was not for the beer and sausages of the Beauneville Manor that everyone rushed so desperately. It is really unbearable for someone to **** it first.

The soldiers stopped, took off the armor from the carriage, put on them, and began to arm themselves.