The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

When Chechen learned that his friends Mihau and Andrzej were captured by the Swedes and that the envoy sent by King Kazimierz was Janus, Chechen asked to accompany Janus to the Kazimierz Palace to persuade him to surrender. Alvid Wedenberg.

King Kazimierz agreed to Cheerchen's request. Janush just glanced at him and said nothing.

The two crossed the position built by the Polish army outside the Kazimierz Palace and walked towards the gate of the Kazimierz Palace.

After several wars and baptisms in the Kazimierz Palace, the original snow-white walls have long been riddled with holes, the beautifully decorated window jacarandas no longer exist, and the window sills are full of battered sandbags. Behind the sandbags are the muzzles and muzzles of countless black holes.

"Stop, I'll shoot if I don't stop."

When Janusz and Chechen walked less than thirty steps from the gate of Kazimierz Palace, they stopped through a window. Then, an officer wearing a leather breastplate stood up from inside.

The distance of thirty steps is enough for Chechen to see the officer's appearance clearly.

I saw that the officer was about thirty-two years old, with pale blond hair, like wheat ears in autumn. His lips are thin, showing a healthy pink. The beard on the officer's upper lip is also golden, but sparse, like fluff. The officer's hand is still tied with gauze, and it seems that he suffered a lot of injuries in the battle.

"We are the messenger of King Jan Kazimierz, this is Lord Janusz Kishka, he is the King’s adviser. We want to see Commander-in-Chief Arvid Wiedenberg." Chechenda Shouted.

Hearing that it was the messenger of the King of Poland, the young officer hesitated.

"You are waiting there, I will report to the commander-in-chief. Remember, don't move, or you will be at your own risk." the officer shouted.

Then, his figure disappeared in front of the window.

Cheer Chen felt that this person's voice was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

So Janush and Chechen began to wait. But for a long time, the officer didn't come back, and there was no news in it. As he could only wait, Cheerchen observed the faces exposed in every window of the Kazimierz Palace.

Most of the owners of these faces lacked the spirit of fighting with them. Everyone’s faces revealed exhaustion and despair. Obviously, they already knew that they were trapped and fighting, even if they repelled two or three attacks. It doesn't help; the other few are women and children, perhaps family members of the Swedish army officers guarding the city of Warsaw, or servants of the Kazimierz Palace. During the battle, they might all hide in the dark hall of the Kazimierz Palace, listening to the sound of cannons and shouting in fear. I don’t know if this time, the Polish army will come in. The sword of revenge killed them, and now during this brief truce, these poor people look out the window to the blue sky outside, with a desire to survive in their eyes.

Cheerchen retracted his gaze. At this moment, he saw Janusz move.

"Master Janush, we..." Chechen whispered to Janush worriedly.

"You don't need to remind me, I know." Janush turned his head and glared Chechen.

Being left outside by the Swedes for so long is also a kind of destruction to Janush's self-esteem, not to mention all this is seen in his eyes with disapproval, no wonder he will be angry.

Cheerchen closed his mouth.

Suddenly, the door was opened. The Swedish officer who had spoken to Cheerchen stood in front of the gate.

"Commander-in-chief Arvid Wiedenberg invites two in," the officer said.

Janusz took a step forward. Because of standing for too long, Janusz had some numbness in his legs and feet, and the old man staggered.

Cheerchen quickly supported him.

"My lord, be careful." Cheerchen cared carefully.

Janusz stood up straight. This time he did not scold Chechen, but continued to move forward.

Cheerchen followed closely behind.

Janusz whispered to Chechen as he walked: "Alvar Chechen, if the Swedes do anything rude to me later, you will kill me with one shot."

Obviously, Janusz was worried that the Swedes would just deceive him in the past and then insult him.

"My lord, don't worry. If this happens, even if you die, I will cover you to leave the Kazimierz Palace." Chechen assured Janush.

Yanush heard Chechen's assurance and gave a wry smile. After entering the Kazimierz Palace, I was a fish with a sword. Why did Cheerchen cover himself to escape?

At a distance of thirty steps, two people came to the gate after only a while.

The worst scenario expected by the old man Janush did not appear. The officer saluted Janusz, and then said, "This is Cavendish, the captain of the Swedish heavy cavalry squadron. The commander-in-chief is waiting for you in the lobby."

After speaking, the officer led the way.

It turned out to be him, Cheer Chen finally remembered.

Janush and Chechen followed the officer forward. Traces of the battle can be seen everywhere in the Kazimierz Palace. There are broken tables, chairs and mud everywhere. The precious Persian carpets have been rolled up and wrapped in masonry to protect the walls from the damage caused by artillery shells. Some seriously wounded lay directly in the corridor, and they wailed in pain. Cheerchen saw a wounded man whose legs were broken by a cannonball leaning on the corridor, his lips were constantly moving, as if humming a small tune.

The three came to the door of the hall. Cavendish stopped.

"Sorry, please hand over your weapons." Cavendish said.

Cheechen glanced at Janush.

"Give him the weapon," Janush said.

Cheerchen took off the saber and pistol from his waist ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and handed them to Cavendish.

After confiscating the weapon, Cavendish pushed open the door of the hall. At this time, all the military forces were sent to guard all corners of the Kazimierz Palace, and there was not even a guard in the gate.

The hall was originally packed with people, mostly women and children. When they saw Janush and Chechen coming in, they all automatically gave way.

The commander-in-chief of the Swedish Army in Warsaw, Arvid Widenberg, sat in a chair on the steps at the end of the hall.

It was different from the first time Cheerchen saw it in the outskirts of Czestochowa. At this time, Widenberg’s face was coated with thick white powder, and his beard was also yellow and white with no luster. Obviously, he hadn’t been painted for several days. NS.

Janusz walked up to Arvid Widenberg and gave a simple salute. Janush is now on behalf of the victor to show favors to the loser, who was originally superior.

"Janusz Kishka?" Alvid Wiedenberg asked.

"it's me."

"You want to see me, is Kazimierz surrendering to me?" Alvid Wiedenberg asked again.

After asking, he himself laughed "Jiejie".

Faced with Arvid Widenberg’s arrogance, Janush was not angry. He just asked calmly: "His Majesty the King wants to know how our two officers, Mihau and Anjay, are now? NS."

"They are very good. I kept them together with the famous paintings and statues in your king's collection."

After confirming that the two were safe and sound, Janush finally felt relieved. What's more, he also knew that the treasures of His Majesty the King were safe and sound.

Therefore, Janusz said again: "The benevolent King Jan Kazimierz hopes that you can lay down your arms and surrender. Your Majesty will guarantee the safety of your lives and property."