The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　The wind and snow came so unexpectedly, it completely disrupted the rhythm of the siege and defenders. Facing the power of "General Winter", both the army of Tsarist Russia and the Cossacks of Zaporozhye chose to retreat. They retreated one after another to the villages and towns they occupied, waiting for the end of the storm.

　　 For the defenders of Smolensk, although the heavy snow in the sky pushed back the enemy, it also replaced people and besieged the defenders-going out in this kind of weather is extremely dangerous.

　　 What’s more serious is that the food in the city has begun to run out. On the twentieth day of the blizzard, those refugees who escaped the military disaster and entered the city received only one-half of the relief they had before the siege, and the other residents were not much better.

　　 As mercenaries, Cheorchen still get better treatment than ordinary residents. At least there is tea and bread to eat.

　　 At this moment, Cheerchen, Ruth and the other eight members of their team are hiding in the wooden shed inside the city wall and burning. This wooden shed was pierced by artillery in the previous battle. Since firewood is now a scarce strategic material, Cheechen and the others had no extra materials to repair, so they had to use rags and rotten fur to plug the gap. But even so, the cold wind continued to pour into it.

　　 "It's so cold."

　　 Tetsuchen put his little hand as close to the bonfire as possible. There was a tin bucket hanging over the bonfire, and tea was burning in it.

　　 "Come on, bake these too. Otherwise it will be as hard as ice cubes." A mercenary named Francisco took out a few breads from behind and placed them by the campfire.

　　 These breads are indeed frozen cold and hard, and they feel like rocks. But even if it is baked on the fire, this kind of bread is only slightly softened. If someone eats it directly, it will break a few big teeth if they can't keep it. Other companies have had this kind of thing. So after it’s softened, it’s broken up and put in hot tea and eaten.

　　 "I really miss the steak and milk in my hometown!" Francisco said with emotion, sniffing the scent of tea.

　　 His words, unsurprisingly, resonated with his companions. Everyone sighed and talked about the delicacy of the hometown, and then cursed the **** ghost weather and the city lord.

　　 "I think we should be content. I walked across the street a few days ago, where there were refugees who had fled, and the bread they ate was said to be made of wood chips." Cheechen picked up the bonfire and said.

　　 But his words, not only did not resonate with his companions, but the dissatisfaction among the people who provoked even higher.

"Can it be the same? If it were not for us, they would have been captured by the Cossacks and sold to the Tatars. We protect their lives and property, and of course they should reward us with the best food." A middle-aged servant with rosacea Bing said.

　　 "Yes, I heard that the officers still have red wine and beef to eat."

　　 "I also saw Chabrin, the civil servant in the city, paying the prostitutes with white bread."

　　 Everyone, you say a word to me, cursing to your heart's content.

　　 Tetsuchen has a miserable look. He originally wanted to persuade everyone to be content with Changle, but he didn't expect it to be counterproductive.

　　 "Yes. May those **** guys see Satan after they die."

　　 At this moment, behind Chelchen, someone interjected.

　　 Everyone looked back and found that it was Chelchen's uncle Lieutenant Pidro.

　　Everyone is a little embarrassed now, including Ruth and Cheorchen.

　　Pidro walked to Cheerchen to sit down, and the person next to him quickly moved to make room for him.

　　 After sitting down, Pidro picked up a piece of bread by the campfire. After the bread has been roasted, it is not so hard anymore.

　　Pidro took out a knife, cut off a piece of bread, then opened the lid of the tin bucket, and threw the cut bread in.

　　 "This one respects the city lord, may he take a good bath in it." Piedro said loudly. He actually treated the bread as Feodor and threw it into the hot water.

　　If you are in the regular army, this kind of ignorant behavior feels like you can’t eat it.

　　 In the mercenary group, Pedro’s perverse behavior is very much to everyone's wishes. Everyone followed suit and gave various names to the loaves, most of them were the nobles and officials in the city. Now everyone got together in the "bathroom".

　　 Tetsuchen looked at his uncle's eyes with admiration. He didn't expect his uncle to resolve the embarrassment so easily, he still used this method.

　　The bread cubes made with overheated tea soften quickly. Pidro played a bowl, then took it to his mouth and blew it before taking a big sip. After drinking, it still looks unfinished.

　　 Seeing that Pidro was drinking so delicious, the mercenaries were also greedy, and one by one couldn't wait to make a bowl and eat it.

　　 Although eating this bowl of bread tea soup in Cheerchen's mouth is no different than usual, it may be because of the "sirs" added to it, it is exceptionally delicious to eat in other people's mouths.

　　 So, everyone's grievances disappeared temporarily with the meal.

　　 After lunch, Pidro took out some tobacco and a few bottles of wine to share with everyone. This made the soldiers even more happy.

　　Amidst the smoke~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Soldiers on duty outside raised the curtain of the wooden shed.

　　 "Chechen, someone is looking for you outside."

　　 "Look for me? Who is it?"

　　 "I don't know him, she is a middle-aged Tatar woman, she said she knows you."

　　 Chechen recalled it, but he didn't remember what Tatar he knew in Smolensk, or a woman.

　　 "I'll come right away, you tell her to wait."

　　 Although I don’t have an impression, since someone comes to find myself in this weather, there must be something important.

　　 "Uncle, let me go out."

　　 "Okay, come back quickly."

　　 Tetsuchen opened the curtain and walked out, a cold wind rushed toward his face, and he couldn't help tightening his collar tightly.

　　 The woman was standing under the city ladder with her back turned, so Cheorchen walked down.

　　 "Did you find me?" Cheerchen asked.

　　 Hearing the sound, the middle-aged woman turned around.

This middle-aged woman is about fifty years old and has a typical Tatar appearance. Her face is flat and wrinkles are engraved on her face. The bridge of the nose is low and the nostrils face up. Her squinting eyes are only due to the wrinkles on her face. There is a gap left.

　　 Tetsuchen can guarantee that if he had seen this woman before, he would definitely have an impression.

　　 "Are you Mr. Tetsuchen?" the middle-aged woman asked cautiously.

　　 "Yes, I am Cheechen from the Alvar family."

　　 After confirming Cheorchen's identity, the Tatar woman tried to hold Cheorchen's hand to kiss, but Cheorchen escaped.

　　 "I don't know who you are yet."

　　 "My name is trivial. In fact, I don't know you. My master sent me to find you."

　　 "Who is your master?"

　　 "It's Miss Helena Obkhovich."