The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Cheerchen finally chose to go back to the camp of the rebel army to have a look. This time the insurgents failed in ambush and suffered heavy casualties. They must be in need of help. As the young commander Stefan said: One more person is more power.

Cheerchen's memory is very good, and he quickly found his way back to the camp of the uprising army.

The current camp of the uprising army is full of gloom and mist. Only more than 70 people returned to the camp with more than 300 people at the time of departure, and all of them were injured. They threw their weapons on the ground casually, and then rested by the campfire with their backs to backs and shoulders to shoulders. Those insurgents who stayed at the camp rushed around. They boiled a basin of hot water to clean the wounds of the wounded.

"Excuse me, how is Stefan?"

Cheerchen asked an insurgent who was holding a washbasin in both ends.

"Who are you?"

The insurgent looked at Cheerchen with a face full of doubts. He didn't remember that there was such a person in his army, and he was still a foreigner with an accent.

"I am the messenger of Captain Mikhav Vorodjavsky, and I have fought with you." Chechen explained.

As soon as the messenger was mentioned, the insurgent finally got an impression. He pointed to a hut on the right front and told Chechen Stefan that it was there.

Cheerchen came to the hut and opened the door. A **** smell came over.

The small room was full of people. Stefan was lying on a bed covered with thatch and animal skins. There was a fatal wound on his chest, which had been cleaned. There are several washbasins under the bed, filled with blood. His breathing is weak, as if the lamp is dry.

Standing in front of his bed were two wizards and fortune-tellers called "Labdaris" and "Sedon" in the Republic. They all murmured words, exorcising evil spirits and healing wounds for Stefan. These people are treated as heretics in Catholic countries, but now the insurgents regard them as a life-saving straw for the leaders. It is conceivable that this is the last hope.

One of them applied herbs to Stefan's wound. This caused Stefan to let out a few painful grunts.

Cheerchen felt that it was not the right time for him to come, but now it was neither entrance nor retreat, so he had to stand at the door awkwardly.

Soon, the herbal medicine spread all over Stefan's wound. The two Labridaris and Sai Dong bowed to Stefan, and then backed out the door.

Cheerchen hurried to make a way. When he stood back to the door, Cheer Chen realized that there was still a fourth person in the room. This person was sitting at the end of the bed and had been blocked by other people's bodies before.

"Excuse me? How is Stefan?"

Cheerchen whispered. He didn't know if he would disturb Stefan's recuperation.

The man remaining in the room stood up and walked to Cheerchen's front. Cheer Chen realized that he was an old man.

"You are not from our camp." The old man saw that Cheerchen was a stranger at a glance. Obviously he knew everyone in the camp.

"I am the messenger of Captain Mihavu Vorodjavsky, come to take a look on behalf of Captain Mihav." Chechen raised his banner.

"Thank you very much, Captain Mikhav Vorodjavsky, Stefan is still in a coma, he needs to rest now," the old man said.

"you are?"

"I am Master Stefan's servant. Master's parents have passed away, and now he is the only man left in the family." The old man sighed. He is blaming himself for not taking good care of his master.

Cheerchen didn't know how to comfort the old man. He and the old man stood there and went silent for a while, and then said goodbye to the old man.

After Cheerchen left, he found that he had nowhere to go. He went around the camp and returned to the fence where he had been when he was brought to the camp a long time ago. It turned out that none of the people who had been captured by the rebels with him came back. They probably either scorned the Swedes or fled.

Cheerchen lit a campfire for himself, went to beg for some sausages, and ate them on the campfire.

At night, the old man came over and found Cheerchen. He said that his master was awake and wanted to see himself.

Cheerchen stood up and was led by the old man and walked towards Stefan's hut. He was a little surprised along the way, Stefan was so good, and he woke up in less than half a day after suffering such a serious injury.

When Cheerchen came to the door of the hut, he found a lot of people going in and out. It seems that when Stefan woke up, many people came to visit him.

The old man asked Cheorchen to wait at the door for a while, and then went in by himself.

Soon, everyone inside retreated.

When Cheerchen walked inside, Stefan sat up, his complexion was ruddy, and he seemed to be recovering well. But if Thrall was there, he could see that Stefan's current situation was a glimpse.

"Alvar (Chechen still uses a pseudonym), please sit down." Stefan said softly.

The old man brought a wooden stool to Cheerchen and asked him to sit as close as possible to his master as early as possible.

"I'm so sorry today, because of my willfulness, I almost killed your life." Stefan's first sentence was to apologize to Cheerchen.

Cheerchen waved his hand quickly, how could he be embarrassed to blame a wounded person now.

Chechen said that he was a subordinate of Mihavu Commander~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that was a soldier of the Republic, and fighting with the Swedes was a matter of course.

Stefan nodded. He chatted with Cheorjin a few more words, and then said his true purpose of calling Cheorjin over.

"You want me to take the rest of the people to take refuge in the head of Mihavu!" Chechen said in surprise.

Stefan nodded weakly:

"Yes, or a Sapega. I was young and ignorant and arrogant. I thought that the monks of the Great Guangmingshan Monastery could resist the Swedish army for so long, and that was only the case for the Swedes. But today I knew that I was in this battle. How ridiculous is the idea of. I not only harmed myself, but also killed hundreds of lives. Most of them are servants and tenant farmers of our family, and some neighbors who trust our family. I finally understand that it is only by one cavity. Hot blood can’t drive the Swedes away. You must have formal training and qualified commanders. I don’t have any of these. I know this team will disperse as soon as I die. All I hope Alvar can take them with you. There is head Mihavu."

"Stefan, you will be fine. You are the strongest person I have ever seen." Cheer Chen comforted.

But Stefan shook his head when he heard this.

"I know my body very well. I will go to see God soon. I hope God can forgive me."

"But..." Cheer Chen wanted to find a reason to refuse. It is extremely difficult for a real messenger to do this, not to mention that he is a fake.

"Alvar, promise me. Just as the last solace to a dying person." Stefan suddenly grabbed Chechen's hand and said with unfamiliar strength.

Cheerchen couldn't escape, he looked at Stefan's slowly losing light eyes. He finally knew that Stefan's life was passing fast.

"I promise you." Cheerchen said.