The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 In front of the statue of **** in the White Church, Cheerchen and Pidro dismounted and drew a cross to the servant boy in front of the church door.

　　 "We are here to find Bishop Kischell." Piedro said to the servant boy.

　　 "Have you ever made an appointment?"

　　 "We have agreed with the bishop."

　　 "Well, I'll report it. How should I report your names to the Bishop?"

　　 "You said it was Lieutenant Pidro."

　　 The servant boy entered the gate, and after a while, a tall priest came out with the servant boy.

　　 This priest is indeed worthy of the word tall. In Cheerchen’s eyes, this priest is nearly two meters tall. His shoulders are as wide as Chechen’s shoulders. The priest is wearing a white robe. Like a poplar, it looks like a high snow wall. On his chest hung a black box, which looked like iron with brass inlaid on the outside.

　　 "Hello, priest."

　　 "Hello, dear boy."

　　 "Beloved priest, my child has always been in bad luck these days. I am afraid he is entangled by some monster." After the guest set, Pidro hurriedly said his intention.

"You are Pidro and Uncle Chechen from Spain. The Bishop has already told me your intentions. The Bishop is not here today. If the child is really entangled by a monster, I will be responsible for getting rid of it. Also. Yes, you can call me Father Lupaoma."

　　 Apparently, Bishop Kischel has ordered the matter down.

　　 "Thank you so much," Piedro said happily. His eyes were almost narrowed.

　　 So Piedro and Chechen entered the church under the leadership of the priest.

　　 Entering inside, Cheerchen learned that the White Church was called the White Church not only because it was painted with white paste on the outside, but also the inside was uniformly white. The floor of the church is covered with white marble, and the corridors are surrounded by sculptures of countless saints. Chechen does not recognize these saints, but only a few of them such as Saint George—these sculptures are also carved with white stone. Made.

　　 Tetsuchen walked inside, infected by the holy atmosphere, every sculpture came over, and even his steps slowed down a bit. When he came back to his senses, the priest and Uncle Piedro had fallen behind his boss. He hurriedly dared to go up.

　　 At this time, he became interested in the box on the priest's chest again.

　　 "Father, what's in the small box on your chest?" Cheerchen asked cautiously. He was afraid that this abrupt question would cause the priest to be unhappy.

　　 But the priest was not angry. When Cheerchen asked, the priest showed a pious expression. He raised his head and his face showed a holy expression under the reflection of the stained glass on the roof.

　　 "This is a sacred object." The priest said, "You all know that the Son **** was born in a manger. This sacred object has something to do with it."

　　 "What is it?" Piedro asked in surprise. He didn't expect this box to be related to Jesus. Could it be the wrapping cloth of the Son of God? Or a strand of fetal hair of the Son?

　　 "It is the hoof of the donkey in the manger," said the priest.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the priest showed the other so-called holy objects on his body. In the eyes of Uncle Pidro, the priest is simply a collector of sacred objects.

　　For example, the ring stained with dust from the Holy Land of Jerusalem, the bracelet made of fragments of the Crusader's sword, and the belt made of cloth kissed by St. Paul, almost everything is a treasure of great origin.

　　 "Father, you...you..." Cheerchen was really shocked and speechless. Although these sacred things were sacred by the priest's words, what kind of dust, debris, how to listen to the illusion, and the hoof of the donkey, also made Chechen dumbfounded. But he dared not speak out his doubts, because he found that the priest really believed that these were true.

　　 For Cheerchen's shock, the priest would obviously be wrong. He is more proud, and his face is more religious.

　　 "I have spent countless efforts to collect these. In order to be closer to the glory of the Lord, I am willing to abandon the earthly wealth in exchange for God's blessing."

　　 "Fucked up." Piedro murmured.

　　 "What did you say?" The priest did not hear Pedro's mutter.

　　 "I said God will bless you." Pidro "repeats" what he said.

　　 "As long as you are committed to the Lord, he will also bless you." The priest smiled comfortingly.

　　 Finally, the three of them came to the prayer room. Here, a group of choir students are singing hymns, but their voices are uneven and often not in the tune. Seeing the priest come in, the students hurriedly closed their mouths. Obviously, this priest is also a man of great status.

　　 "Father Lu Baoma is good," said the choir students.

　　 The priest replied, and then introduced them to Pidro.

"These choir students are all from the nearby seminary. But their grades are too poor to be servants of God. So the Bishop took them in and made them into a choir to please God with singing. You heard it, they sing worse than crows."

　　 Without waiting for Pidro to talk to Chechen, Father Lvbaoma walked up to the choir by himself, turned the choir book to one of the pages, and ordered them to sing. Then, in the singing that should have been melodious, the priest held out a huge cup—the diameter of this cup was the size of an adult's head, and it was filled with holy water.

　　 The priest lifted the cup over Chelchen's head, and then muttered something.

　　 Tetsuchen fell to his knees. Although he didn't believe that he was being entangled by the so-called evil spirit, the young man still prayed devoutly for his uncle.

　　 "Evil spirits can never defeat the army of God..."

　　 As the priest said, he sprinkled the holy water in the cup on Cheerchen's head.

"Amen."

　　 Outside the city of Smolensk, a soothing ceremony is also being held.

　　 A dozen frozen corpses lined up, quietly waiting for the angel to lead them into heaven. Beside the corpse, Baohong and Vasily Zolotarenko, who broke out from the city of Smolensk.

"Prince Alexei sent someone over. The envoy deeply apologized for the conflict between the two sides and invited us to the military camp in Tsarist Russia to discuss the attack on Smolensk." Vasily Zolotarenko told Bao. Hong said.

　　 "What about a dozen lives?" Bao Hong's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth to death, and his eyes shot out anger, as if to burn Vasily Zolotarenko.

　　Kovasili Zolotarenko knew that Bao Hong’s anger was not directed at him.

"They also paid for their deaths and injuries. It was just an accident. Bao Hong, the warchief will not offend a prince of Tsarist Russia for this trivial matter, let alone destroy the relationship of the alliance." Vasily Zolotarenko was helpless. To say. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Speaking of the cause of the matter, I have to mention the battle between Tsarist Russia and the Zaporozhye Cossacks against Smolensk. In the original agreement between the two parties, it was to join forces to attack Smolensk after the ice melted in the spring. But on this day, neither the Tsarist Russia nor the Zaporozhye Cossacks kept the promise. As the Russian army crossed the border, the Cossacks led by Vasily Zolotarenko also received news of the success of Operation Baohong and began to march.

　　As a result, the leading soldiers of the two armies met and fought fiercely in the suburbs. Both sides regarded each other as Poles, and after a burst of firearms, hand-to-hand combat broke out. After more than a dozen casualties, the unstable Zaporozhye Cossacks took the lead from the battlefield. When Prince Alexei, the commander of Tsarist Russia, arrived on the battlefield, he discovered that these so-called Polish troops were all Cossacks, so he sent a messenger and brought the corpses to Vasily Zolotarenko.

　　 Bao Hong also knows the relationship, although his chest is still undulating, but his eyes are much clearer.

　　 "You accompany me. Baohong." Vasily Zolotarenko said. He knew that Bao Hong's reputation in Tsarist Russia was greater than his own, and he was more confident to go to the negotiations with him.

　　 "I don't like Russians." Bao Hong refused.

"I don't like it either, but we don't like Poles even more. Now Tsarist Russia is our ally. Since it is impossible to capture Smolensk alone, we have to find ways to win greater benefits in cooperation." Vasily ·Zolotarenko patiently persuaded.

　　 Bao Hong pondered for a while, apparently he also agreed with Vasily Zolotarenko's statement.

"do you have any plans."

　　 Bao Hong raised his head and looked at Vasily Zolotarenko.