The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Tepesh yelled like a pig. He was moved by the pain in his right leg. It may be that the bone was crushed by the horse.

"Help me, help me." Tepeshgan howled a few times. But which of the subordinates he brought have already scattered and fled, and who will come back to look after him?

Tepes looked helplessly into the distance. Suddenly a pair of leather boots appeared in his vision. Tepesh raised his head, and saw Yelishei walking towards him with a page hammer that was stained with blood and meat.

"Yelsey, Yelisey. My good brother, don't kill me, don't kill me. You take me to the head of Chechen, I have something to say, I have something to say." Tepesh begged tremblingly Looking at Yelishei, his eyes were fixed on the page hammer, for fear that Yelishei would hit it on his head.

Fortunately, Yelishei did not do this. He dragged Tepes from under the dead horse.

But before Tepes breathed a sigh of relief, thanking God for letting himself survive, Yelisei twisted Tepes' right wrist and dislocated him.

At this time, the painful Tepesh gasped.

"Don't think about making any tricks, you won't let your dog's head be the next one to screw." Yelisei threatened.

Tepes nodded anxiously, saying that he would not play tricks.

Tepes was brought in front of Chechen and Pidro.

"You Satan, the devil." When Pidro saw Tepes, he went up and gave him a few whips.

After Pidro hit a few whips, Cheechen stopped him. Knowing that it was not Cheechen who pityed Tepesh, he still had some questions to ask.

"Tepes, who sent you here?" Cheerchen asked.

Tepes hesitated. With this hesitation, Yelishei's back was hammered on his back.

Tepesh's eyes were staring at Venus, and he almost came up with a gulp of blood.

"It's Jerzy Khaletsky. I was sent by the colonel." Tepesh exclaimed.

"You kid didn't mess around with it?"

Pidro stared at Tepesh, he wouldn't fully believe the villain in front of him.

"No, absolutely not." Tepes consistently denied.

"Tepes, I don't care if this chase is your attention, but if you don't answer the following question honestly, then I will do the same thing to you that your ancestors did to the Turks." Cheerchen said.

Tepes shivered. Of course he understands that what Cheechen said "doing on you the same thing your ancestors did to the Turks" is a pillar sentence.

The horror of the punishment is beyond imagination. According to records, the ancestor of Tepesh once planted a large number of Turkish prisoners of war and Wallachiians who refused to submit to his rule on towering wooden stakes. On the most occasion, 20,000 men, women and children died as a result of puncture. In the area of ​​3 kilometers long and 1.2 kilometers wide, it was completely enveloped by the breath of death. There are even babies still in the womb who died with their mothers. Birds have already built nests in carcasses on some long-term stakes.

When the Ottoman Turkish army marched here, even the lion-like guard soldiers were frightened by the horrible sight, their legs weakened, and they completely lost their will to fight.

The viewers are like this, and the suffering of the tortured is even more unimaginable.

"I talk about everything!" Tepes shouted.

"Why does Khaletsky hate me so? Is it really because I have defeated him?" Cheerchen asked.

This is where Cheerchen has been puzzled. As a soldier, Khaletsky should be very clear about fighting on the battlefield, and each is his own master, because of this he actually tried to harm himself several times, and after Sapega expelled himself, he still sent Tepesh to chase him down. This is too much. There is simply a sea of ​​blood and deep feud between the two.

Tepesh had his head down, but he cowered and raised his head to look at Chechen:

"Head Chechen, I just told you a little bit about this matter from hearsay."

"Speak straight."

"I heard that Lieutenant Coppola whose hand was cut off by you was actually the illegitimate son of Colonel Khaletsky, who was born to a lady of the nobleman. Because it was not visible, Lieutenant Coppola was born as soon as he was born. He was sent to the monastery for foster care. The colonel took Coppola by chance to take him back when he was a teenager and arranged him by his side." Tepes said.

After listening to Tepesh's words, everyone suddenly realized. If what Tepes said is true, then Khaletsky is trying to avenge his crippled illegitimate son, then everything makes sense. As an illegitimate child, Coppola was not seen, so Colonel Halletsky could only find various far-fetched reasons to pay for his son again and again.

Knowing all this, Cheer Chen sighed.

"Head, I've said everything, you see if you can let me go, I must have reformed!" Seeing Cheerchen did not speak, Tepesh mistakenly thought Cheerchen was thinking about how to deal with himself, so he hurriedly begged for mercy. road.

Seeing Tepesh's pitiful appearance of wagging his tail, Cheerchen's sympathy inevitably moved again.

But Fatima knows that ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Tepesh is not grateful for people like this. If you let him go today, he will definitely bite you next time.

"Head, can't be merciful to this villain. Today he fell into our hands. If we fall into his hands, will he let us go?" Fatima reminded Cheerchen loudly.

Although the others did not speak, the expressions in their eyes revealed the same meaning.

Cheerchen sighed.

"Fatima, Tepesh handed it to you." Chechen said.

"No, don't!" Tepes yelled desperately.

Fatima dragged the collar of Tepes' leather jacket, but Tepes's desire to survive is so strong. With one hand and one foot crippled, he broke free and took off his leather jacket.

Tepes fell to the ground, crawling and crawling desperately. He regretted that he was greedy and eager to take on this task, and he cursed Haretsky who handed over the task to him with hatred and Chechen who was going to execute himself.

"I'm a ghost and I won't let you go!" Tepesh cursed desperately in his heart.

"Please, let me go. I must be honest and kind! I promise I won't return to Werner, I will go back to Wallachia, and I will never come back again. Please!" Tepesh pleaded.

But this desperate wailing couldn't be exchanged for Fatima's mercy. I saw Fatima grabbing Tepesh's collar again, this time in chain mail, and Tepesh could no longer break free.

Fatima dragged Tepes away from the crowd. The Damascus scimitar lifted the knife and dropped it, and Tepesh's head, still with an expression of horror and despair remaining on his face, slipped from his neck.

In the next few days, one or two hungry crows awakened from hibernation fell on the headless body of Tepesh, pecking at his body.