The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

The former Warsaw swordsman Kornicki was lying on the hospital bed in the monastery, staring at the ceiling blankly. The heavy cannon shells shattered the dome, and the dust on the ceiling that also shook fell like snowflakes.

A few small pieces of dust fell into the eyes of the old man, and he couldn't open his eyes in fascination. At this time, there was no one in the room except the old man—the nun who cared for him ran out in a panic after hearing the sound of the cannon.

Kornitsky put his hand out of the quilt and rubbed his eyes. The dust was removed, and the old man's eyes were much more comfortable.

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

The old man heard his grandson Kearney yelling to himself, the voice from far to near. After a while, Kearney appeared at the door.

At this time, Kearney was wearing a leather noble chain armor long suit and a top chain armor helmet on his head. The saber hanging from his waist hit the metal pieces on the long suit and ping-pong.

Little Kearney was still on the wall when the cannon sounded. When the shell hit the dome of the monastery, the unprecedented destructive power shocked Kearney. He was terrified. Little Kearney hurried into the room. He felt that the room was relatively safe.

Elder Kornicki looked at his grandson in a uniform with a pleased smile on his face.

"What was the sound just now?" the old man asked. These days the old man is used to the sound of the cannon, but not once has it been so loud as this time.

"Great cannon, the Swedes brought an unprecedented cannon." Little Kearney said tremblingly.

"God!" Kornitsky also showed a look of trepidation.

"Kearney, Kearney."

Kornicki called his grandson's name, struggling to get out of bed. But he was already close to running out of oil and the lamp withered. Two hands propped on the bed, but couldn't get up.

"Grandpa, grandpa. I'm here!" Little Kearney hurriedly took Kornicki's hand and calmed the old man.

"You hurry up and leave the monastery. Escape as far as possible. The Great Bright Mountain Monastery has been established for hundreds of years, and it is impossible that there is not even a secret passage for escape. Go and find Dean Koldecki, I Go and beg him. Our family has always been the great benefactor of the monastery, and he will give me this face." Kornicki said.

Kornicki's words talked about little Kearney beware, but the dignity of the nobility made him unable to put himself down as a deserter.

"Grandpa, I'm not leaving! The Swedes are just bringing a cannon, and there is nothing to be afraid of. We are blessed by the Virgin, so we will be fine." Little Kearney cheered Kornicki for himself. Cheer up.

But his trembling hand betrayed himself. Little Kearney was scared. He was born in Krakow, where there are very few wars. Although the Cossack uprising of 1648 was huge, it did not affect their home. The elder Kornicki even used his long-standing power to exempt his grandson from his military service. This makes Kornitsky never experienced a real war.

Since the siege of the monastery, although little Kearney has participated in the battle, he basically fired by hiding behind the gun stands protected by thick walls and sandbags. The shells fired by the artillery used by the Swedes can only smash a hole in the wall at most.

But this time is different. The Swede used a giant cannon, and Kearney imagined a scene where a heavy cannon shell pierced through the wall and beat himself into meat sauce.

The scene made him shudder.

"If the Virgin can bless us, then our king should be the most blessed by her. But now he is forced to flee abroad by the Swedes."

Although the old man's words are disrespectful to the Virgin, they are also absolute facts. Little Kearney also said to himself in his heart.

"Then grandpa, let's go together."

After a while, little Kearney said again.

"I won't go. I came to the monastery to rest here. What's more, depending on my body, I can't walk even if I want to go. As long as I go out, the cold outside will immediately kill me. Kornicki refused.

Then the old man asked Kearney another question.

"You said, there is a lady named Natalie in the monastery?"

"Yes, he is the daughter of the Kishka family." Little Kearney said. The thought of Natalie's beautiful face made little Kearney a little confused. It's not that the twenty-three-year-old little Kearney didn't know the taste of women, and even he had a mistress, but it was indeed the first time that little Kearney met a noble lady like Natalie who didn't like red and armed. He fell in love at first sight and was overwhelmed.

Looking at his grandson's flushed face, Kornicki still didn't understand his grandson's thoughts. For little Kearney like Natalie, Kornicki is happy to see it happen. Natalie is the only daughter of Janusz Kishka, and after the death of Janusz, the only heir of the Kishka family's wealth. Although the Kishka family may not be regarded as the top giants in the Republic, they have deep roots and a long history. If one's own grandson can capture Natalie's heart, it will be extremely good for the family and himself.

"You take that Miss Natalie with you~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Remember, you have to do everything possible to capture her heart." Kornitsky said to his grandson.

"But……"

After listening to Kornicki's request, Kearney was a little embarrassed. He and Natalie didn't talk much.

"See the truth in adversity! You have to take the initiative. Janusz Kishka only has such a daughter, and there are countless people who want to marry her in the Republic. God has created such an opportunity for you. You have to take it well. This is right for you, right. The family is very important." Kornicki's voice was louder than ever when he said this without knowing where he was.

After saying this, the old Kornicki coughed violently.

"Grandpa, I understand. I'll do what you want." Little Kearney hurriedly tapped Kornicki's back and said as he tapped.

After leaving Kornicki's room, little Kearney came to the square of the monastery. The square was full of debris and black carbon traces falling from the dome, and there were scattered traces of blood. The monks in white clothes carried the wounded on a stretcher in pairs, and the barrel of a three-pounder gun was twisted into an angle of 120°, which was smashed into this by a boulder in the dome.

Little Kearney looked more and more frightened. He stumbled across the square and came to the wall.

"Miss Natalie, I have something to tell you."

Next to an artillery position, Kearney found Natalie.

"Knight Kearney, what's the matter?" Natalie asked. Just now she was operating the artillery in front of her and overturned a Swede's four-wheeled carriage.

For Little Kearney, Natalie's impression was limited to a series of questions he asked Cheor Chen in the dean's room.

"Can I take a step to speak? I have very important things to tell you." Little Kearney whispered.