The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

With the departure of the Liberty Slave Corps, the camp of only more than 700 people could not help but become empty. When the sky was bright, Cheer Chen walked out of the tent and stretched out.

There was a little mist on the grassland in the early morning, and the scenery in the distance was not very clear. Cheechen vaguely saw the only hundred tents left in the camp and some traces of the bonfire last night and some discarded old objects and worthless items on the ground.

Cheerchen took a big mouthful of the air, the smell of ashes still remained in the air.

"Head, we are preparing breakfast." In the morning mist, Xie Miao walked to Chechen and reported to him.

"Okay, Xie Miao." Cheerchen nodded with a smile.

"Is it still potato soup today?"

"Yes, potato soup."

When it came to the breakfast that had been prepared long ago, Xie Miao immediately became excited.

"But it's not your ordinary potato soup. I added onions, ham, and sausage."

"That's really a delicious bowl." Cheerchen praised.

Then he asked Yelishei where he was going.

"Yelisey went to negotiate with Karasimir. He was worried that the Tatars would prevent Stepan from leaving."

Cheerchen thought for a while. Although Karazimir was rude and rude, Yelishei was his own after all, so he shouldn't do anything to him.

"Then we will eat first when breakfast is ready, but remember to leave a bowl for Yelishei." Chechen ordered.

Xie Miao nodded and said yes.

About twenty minutes later, the potato soup was ready. The mist slowly dissipated. In some tents, some Hessian mercenaries who had awakened early began to walk out.

Xie Miao gave Chechen a full bowl. Cheerchen was about to drink, and at this moment, Karazimir led a team of cavalry rushed in.

"Yelisey!" the sharp-eyed Xie Miao exclaimed.

He astoundedly saw Karazmir's guard next to us lying on the side of Yelishei with his hands and feet tied up.

The people around the soup pot gathered to Chechen's side, and they glared at Karazimir.

But Chechen blocked Xie Miao and others who wanted to go forward to **** Yelishei. He stepped forward and asked Karazimi, "Karazimi, what's the matter? Yelisei is mine."

Karazimir, who was questioned by Cheerchen, did not dismount, he immediately greeted Cheerchen with his hand raising his forehead, wiping his mouth and stroking his chest. But anyone with a discerning eye can see that Karasimir's move is not so much a tribute, but a provocation.

After the salute, Karazimir opened his mouth and said to Cheerchen with a chuckle, "Chechen Bey, my people told me that all the slaves ran away last night?"

"It's not running away, I gave them freedom. And they are not slaves, they are free men, they are fighters." Chechen corrected.

"You are a kind-hearted Bey." Karazimir's mouth cracked even wider.

He raised his head, pointed at Cheerchen with his nostrils, and then continued: "I thought they had escaped. Look, I'll catch one for you."

With that said, Karazimir pointed at Yelishei contemptuously.

For Karazimir we deliberately referred to Yelisei as a slave, Cheerchen was angry but did not show his face. He said loudly: "Yelisey is my person and a nobleman. Karazmirza, you should have seen his bravery under Ackerman. I believe that if it were not for a sneak attack or a group fight, he would be **** immediately. It should be you."

Listening to Chechen's words, Karazimir's face turned blue and red. He did use despicable means to win Yelishei.

"Don't talk about it!" Karazimir waved our hand and shouted. He tried to conceal his weakness with body language and high voice.

"You, promised that I would give me an explanation! Now that the slaves are gone, what are you going to give me an explanation!" Karazimir yelled angrily.

As soon as Karazimir finished speaking, the impatient Xie Miao couldn't help but said: "How do you want our head to explain to you?"

Karazimir's eyes circled in their sockets.

"Of course it's an apology."

Cheerchen smiled contemptuously.

Karazimir dared to speak to himself like this, because he saw that he was left alone with only a few hundred infantrymen. Some Tatar nobles were originally dissatisfied with the outsider's high position in the Khanate, and they also faintly knew the contradiction between themselves and Muhammad Gley. This Karazimir Zan is obviously such a person, and wants to flatter Muhammad Gley by hitting himself.

If you don't say the wrong one is not in you, how can you apologize. In terms of identity, he is Bey, and Karachi is Mirza. How can Bey apologize to Mirza.

It seems that I have to use some means to suppress this guy's arrogance.

Therefore, Cheerchen increased his tone and said deliberately: "Explain? Karachi, Khan sent you to me to be my dog ​​or a falcon. So, what do I want to explain to you? If you rant in front of me again, then I will tie you up as a dog with a rope."

"God!"

The Tatar cavalry behind Karazimir shouted in surprise.

Karazimir did not expect Cheerchen to compare himself to a dog (a falcon). His eyes were bloodshot and he couldn't utter a word in his mouth for a long time. The veins on his neck violently burst, and his hand suddenly grabbed the dagger around his waist.

"I am a dog, I am a dog. Dogs can bite people too!" Karazimir yelled.

Chechen was well prepared for Karazimir's attack. As soon as he saw Karazimir raise his hand, he bullied him forward. He grabbed Karazimir’s collar with one hand and supported his raised hand with one hand to prevent it from lowering, and then pulled Kara Zimir pulled off the horse.

Cheerchen put his knees against Karasimir's chest, then grabbed Karasimir's braids and hit the ground hard.

Karazi Mirza made a cry of pain, and the Tatar cavalry tried to save their own Mirza, but they were frightened by Cheerchen's cry.

"Who dare! I am Bey of the Khanate."

The Tatar cavalry dared not step forward~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They were both afraid of Cheerchen's identity, and also afraid of the Hessian mercenaries holding weapons who heard the news.

Cheerchen picked up Karasimir’s head and leaned back. He stared at Karasimir’s bloodshot eyes and said: "Listen, kid goat, dare you put me in your eyes, then I'll let you know I’m great. Don’t say you are a little Mier, the king of Poland, the king of Sweden, and the Khan, which one I’m not talking and laughing, you think that most of my people have gone, you should be brave and majestic, right? I? Tell you, you can burn, kill, and looting when I don’t care about you, but when I’m here, you have to lie on your stomach like a dog."

Karazimir was stunned and dumbfounded when he was hit. Even if the dagger fell beside him, he didn't dare to pick it up.

This is what Cheorchen wants. People like Karazimir are strong outsiders, and the best way to subdue them is to be more vicious and fierce than him, because they are inherently servile.

Karazimir said loudly for mercy: "Bey, Chechenbey, I'm wrong, I'm wrong."

Cheerchen loosened his knees against Karasimir's chest. He stood up, then pulled something from his waist and threw it in front of Karasimir.

"Look what this is, dog minion!"

"God!" Karasimir, who was frightened, held up the thing tremblingly.

It was a token decorated with green bird feathers belonging to the Khanate Bey.

Karazimir knelt down on both knees. He took the token and handed it back to Cheerchen, and then kept knocking on the ground with his forehead.

Cheerchen took back the token with one hand. He threw another money bag on the ground.

"Give you a subordinate who ate lard, tell him that he forgot to eat lard."

After speaking, Cheerchen walked to Yelishei, who had been put down by Xie Miao and others.