The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 The meeting was scheduled for the evening, so after receiving the news from the messenger, Pidro still had enough time to arrange defense.

　　Pidro called Fidel, Ruth and several other captains to allocate the time for each team's inspection and the number of guards.

　　 "Don't relax after a fierce battle. The more exhausted the two sides, the more wise commanders will arrange night attacks. We have to place more iron bristles under the trenches and city walls, and then hang a few fire cages from the city."

　　Pidro ordered carefully one by one.

　　 In fact, the reason for defending the city is clear to the captains of Aragon, even if they don’t need Pedro’s instructions, they will do it well.

　　 And the reason why Pedro gave the detailed instructions, in fact, it was told to his nephew Tetsuchen.

　　Pidro has always said that the mercenary king Wallenstein is his idol. He knows that he is old and has limited qualifications; even if he is lucky in his life, he has reached the top position as the head of the mercenary regiment in a city like Franco. But Chechen is different. He is still young, clever and tenacious, and he has unlimited possibilities.

　　 Since he was trained as a knight in Spain since he was a child, Cheorchen has a good foundation in swordsmanship and shooting. Although since I came to Poland, my nephew has always been crippled, but that is because the enemy is too strong. Pidro always felt that to be a mercenary was not enough to fight, he had to use his brain.

　　 Now that Pedro combined with the previous battle, what Cheerchen taught Cheerchen was the "art" of marching.

　　 And Cheorchen did not live up to Pidro's expectations. While listening to Pidro's deployment, he lowered his head to think from time to time, obviously using his heart.

　　 Seeing that his nephew is so studious, Pidro couldn't help smiling with relief.

　　 "Okay. I'll work hard for everyone in the evening."

　　 After finishing the arrangements for the night's deployment, and after saying "hard work" to all the colleagues present, Pidro got off the horse led by the tower knight's stable and went to the castle.

　　 In the meeting hall of the castle, Pidro realized that he had arrived early-there was no one in the meeting hall except Franco.

　　 During the daytime battle, Franco is responsible for the defense of the east gate. At this moment, he looked haggard. Franco's beard was burned by the boss, and there were several stab wounds on his legs and arms. The breastplate was also recessed into the boss, which was obviously caused by a blunt blow.

　　 "Old friend, are you okay." Piedro asked with concern.

　　 There were only two people present, and Piedro did not address Franco’s position, but used a more affectionate name.

　　 "It's okay." Franco said pretendingly and lightly.

　　 Actually, it is not as easy as Franco said. During the daytime battle, the situation at East Gate was far more sinister than at Simon. At the beginning of the battle, Yakov invested in the elite Boyer cavalry. These warriors, wearing mirror armors, peaked helmets and holding steel shields and iron rods, boarded the walls in the first wave of attacks. They left and right. He waved a heavy iron rod, and touched all the bones and tendons. The dent on Franco's breastplate was hit by a Boyer cavalry.

　　Although Franco managed to defend the city wall by the fire attack in the end, the mercenary regiment paid three times as many casualties as the Boyer cavalry.

　　Smolensk’s defenders could not afford such a loss.

　　Pidro and Franco have been with each other for many years, and as soon as they heard Franco's words, he was insincere. But because of his understanding, Pidro didn't ask much, just patted Franco's shoulder comfortingly.

　　 "You said, why is Lord Feodor summoning us for a meeting?" Piedro sat down on the chair beside Franco and asked.

　　 "I don't know." Franco shook his head.

　　 "Don't you know?" Pidro asked in surprise. Didn't Franco send the order for the meeting?

"I really don't know, it's what I meant to call you. I think the city lord should really want to know the battle conditions of the various city gates today. Although I am in charge of the north gate and the east gate, you are the direct commander of the north gate after all." Lango explained so.

　　 At this time, the third participant of the meeting, Senator Doronen, walked in. The young wing cavalry commander's uniform, holding the hilt in one hand.

　　 "Congressman, are you here for the meeting too?" Pidro took the lead to greet Doronin.

　　 "Hello, Captain Franco. Hello, Lieutenant Pidro." Doronen said.

　　 So the three of them chatted. At this time, the three found out that they knew nothing about the meeting of City Lord Feodor.

　　 After a while, ten more people entered the conference hall one after another. Among the more famous are Warren, Chairman of the Smolensk Chamber of Commerce, Shchenko, Speaker of the Parliament, and Prince Proski, the former Minister of the Royal Horse Supervisor. Although the others have different identities, they have one characteristic, that is, they are all top figures in Smolensk.

　　 Maybe almost everyone is here. At this time, City Lord Feodor walked out from the inner door, accompanied by Bishop Kisher and Count Anzumov.

　　 "My head, are you okay?" Feodor asked with concern when he saw Franco's wound.

　　 After Franco said that it was okay, Feodor nodded and sat on the main seat.

　　 Bishop Kisher sat beside, and Count Anzumov went and stood.

"Everyone," Count Anzumov opened his mouth. He immediately glanced at Feodor, and continued after getting the city lord's affirmative look: "This time calling everyone here is about defending Smolensk. Everyone knows that Smolensk is now surrounded by the Tsarist Russian army and the rebels of the Zaporozhye Cossacks. Although His Majesty and the Parliament will not ignore his loyal people, UU reading www.uukanshu.com must return. Reinforcements came to the rescue, maybe they are already on the way. But before that, we have to defend our homeland on our own. In order to defend Smolensk just right, our wise Lord Feodor Obkhovich came up with I came up with an idea to set up a military conference-any order in the future will be discussed and decided by this conference."

　　 When Earl Anzumov was halfway through, and Pietro Lue made a mistake, Franco had already understood it completely. This city lord has committed the indecision and indecision. The so-called military meeting is just a shield for him not to take responsibility.

　　 Franco immediately wanted to stand and oppose this proposal, but someone was one step earlier than him.

　　 "Town Lord, I think you know that even Romans have dictators during the war." Senator Doronin stood up and spoke first. His face flushed with anger, and even the tone of his speech made Franco feel that he was trying to suppress his anger.

　　 Facing Doronin’s question, Feodor looked a little at a loss. He looked at Count Anzumov.

"Congressman Doronin, the lord of the city is also in order to better defend Smolensk. The so-called firewood collection is high, we have so many wise minds, the way we can think of must be better than that of one person." Anzumov The earl explained.

　　 His words were approved by most people doing it. These people feel that this is indeed the truth, especially the phrase "so many wise minds."

　　 "I think some people have ulterior motives." Doronin's words are already clearly aimed at Count Anzumov.

　　 Everyone knows the grievance between Doronin and Earl Anzumov some time ago. At this time, everyone was looking at Count Anzumov to see what he would say.