The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

In the dizziness, Cheorchen instinctively grabbed the horse's reins, which made him finally prevent him from falling off the horse.

Cheerchen shook his head vigorously, and he felt his mind clearer.

"Water." Cheerchen shouted immediately. He felt a little dry in his mouth.

I don't know who handed a water sac to Cheerchen's hands. Cheerchen took the water bag, he drank half of it first, and then poured the rest of the water on his face.

The cool water dripped down Cheechen's face, and he felt a chill.

At this time, Cheerchen wiped his face with his hand, and when he opened his eyes, the panic and confused expression had disappeared.

At this time, Cheerchen saw Yelishei standing in front of him.

"Yelisei, what is going on in Azov?" Cheerchen asked.

Yelishei pointed to his back and said, "Head, let this guy speak."

With that, Yelishei stepped aside, and a figure flashed behind him.

Just now Cheerchen's attention was placed behind Yelishei, and only after Yelishei got out of his body did Cheerchen notice that there was a person behind Yelishei. He fixed his eyes and saw that the man was Ibrahim, the president of the Azov Chamber of Commerce.

The President Ibrahim only wore a nightgown, and a pair of yellow army boots on his feet, apparently borrowed temporarily from the mercenary group. It can be seen that Ibrahim rushed in extremely hurried and embarrassed.

"It turned out to be Lord Ibrahim." Chechen nodded at him.

Ibrahim was pleased to see that he finally had a chance to speak, so he threw himself in front of Chechen's horse.

"Bey, my property, my property is gone! You have to call me the shots." Ibrahim said with a sad face. He was like a stray dog ​​who finally found his master.

"Speak slowly, Lord Ibrahim, what the **** is going on?" Cheechen persuaded Ibrahim a few words, and then asked about the process of Kia Subo's fall.

Although there are two sentences in Ibrahim's three sentences that are about his own affairs, Chechen still knows how Azov Fort fell from the remaining sentence.

It’s still Isilan Gly, the loser of the Crimean Khanate, Mohammed Gly vowed to deal with the evil wolf that Cheechen could not find in Azov, his The poison scheme is really a chain. After Chechen led his army out of Azov to fight the Kalmykians, his followers, to be precise, Uzenbey, disguised as a tribal reinforcements to support Azov and deceived the Azovs yesterday. The gate of the fort, and then easily took down the slack Fort Azov.

"It's really unlucky to get home." Cheerchen smiled bitterly.

No, it's not enough to describe my current situation by being unlucky enough. If you insist on describing it, perhaps the end is more appropriate!

Behind him is the coalition of Isilan Glyy and Kalmyk, and it is very likely that Uzenbey's army is coming here.

It's actually an enemy! At the thought of this, Cheerchen couldn't even smile wryly.

Fortunately, Ibrahim was still on the side murmured, "Bey, those villains don't even let the property of the Isilans like us go. Go back to your teacher and teach them."

Cheer Chen's distracted Ibrahim made Chelchen even more upset. His brows were furrowed, and his face was bitter like a bitter gourd.

Upon seeing this, Yelishei hurriedly pulled Ibrahim up.

He said to Ibrahim: "President Ibrahim, thank you for bringing such important information without fear of life and death. Our head will never forget you. Oh, yes. You have gone so far. Lu is tired, I will take you to drink."

With that said, Yelishei didn't care about Ibrahim's reluctance, and dragged him aside.

Finally, Cheerchen's ears fell silent. He sat upright on the horse, closed his eyes and thought about a good plan.

At this moment, the sky was cloudless. The mighty Kuban River hit the bridge piers, making a huge noise.

When he opened his eyes, he found that in addition to Yelisei, Fedot, and Viscount Hessian, the officers of the mercenary regiment such as Father Spasokukotsky were also standing in front of him—except for himself. Uncle Pedro.

Seeing everyone's dignified expressions, Cheerchen smiled and asked, "Why are everyone here?"

Before the others spoke up, Yelishei said first: "The head of the group, I told them. I think one person counts the short and the two counts, and everyone can always think of a way together."

Chechen nodded, but he didn't ask Yelishei what he could do, instead he asked why Uncle Pidro didn't come.

Yelisei frowned. In the end, he still felt that he would tell the head of the facts. Yelisei said: "Regiment commander, the situation is not very good. The Hesse mercenaries are okay, but the mercenary regiments of the two squadrons are a little flustered. Now the deputy commander of Pidro is pressing on the other side."

"No wonder Uncle didn't come over." Cheer Chen thought. The words "panic" and "snap" used by Yelishei are relatively neutral terms. Obviously Yelishei doesn't want to put the pressure on his shoulders any more. Obviously, the situation must be extremely bad, otherwise Uncle Pedro himself does not need to fight the battle.

After hearing the subtext, Cheer Chen was silent.

After a while, he said: "Yelsey, and everyone. I just figured out some plans, and now I want to hear what you mean. But whoever of you is going to call Uncle Pietro over."

"I'll go." Ingrid shouted.

"I'll go." Aunt Varvara also called.

"Valvara and Ingrid, you go together to replace the deputy head." Chechen said.

Aunt Varvara is more than just a cook in the mercenary group. She once overturned her potato soup because the soldiers scrambled for lunch. She used a rolling pin to knock down four or five soldiers in one go. This also earned her the "famous name" of tigress.

Chechen believes that with Aunt Varvara, she can replace Pidro to calm the scene.

After Varvara and Ingrid left, everyone held their breath and looked at Cheerchen. Cheerchen walked on the bridge accompanied by Fatima.

On the bridge, Cheerchen glanced back. But seeing Patriarch Isaac and his tribal cavalry standing on the bank of the river, the patriarch's face hesitated, and his heart seemed to be struggling.

With just a glance, Cheer Chen turned his head away. It's going to rain, my mother is going to marry, let him go.

Not long after, Pidro, who was holding the whip in his hand, passed by.

Because everyone heard Chechen say that they had a plan, no one spoke first. Pidro, who didn't know this situation, spoke first as soon as he arrived.

"Chechen, I think there is no other way to go in this situation. We might as well send an envoy to negotiate with Ayuqitaiji or Ishran Glyy. As long as they guarantee our lives, we can surrender and use the ransom. Redeem yourself."

"This is a way!"

Pidro's words immediately won the approval of Viscount Hessian.

At the time, surrendering and paying the ransom was not a shameful thing. Especially when fighting with the Tatars, it is almost a common practice to pay a ransom after being captured. In that year, in order to redeem the defenders besieged in Zbarazh, King Jan Kazimierz of Poland paid a lump sum of 600,000 Taylor to the Tatars in Crimea. And those Polish nobles who fought against the Crimean Tatars, such as the Polish crown Gateman and the venue Gateman who were captured in the Battle of Corzon, were taken back to Crimea after being brought back to Crimea. King Demierz ransomed him with a ransom.

After listening to Pidro's approach, Cheerchen was noncommittal. At this moment, Father Spasokukotsky stood up.

"Chechen, I know our situation is critical now, but I don't approve of surrender." Father Pasoku Kotsky objected.

After the priest said this sentence, seeing Pidro stare at him, Father Pasokukotsky knew that Pidro had misunderstood what he meant. He smiled at Pidro and continued: " Deputy Commander Pidro, please don’t get me wrong. I am not a pedantic person, nor am I not thinking about the mercenary group. If I only face the Kalmyks, I am not opposed to surrender. But don’t forget, Isilan ·Glyy lost his sweat position because of the regiment leader. He hated us deeply, and he must deal with it and then quickly. At this time we surrender to him, even if he accepts our terms, but we dare to trust Is his integrity?"

After listening to Father Pasoku Kotsky's words, Pidro was silent. After a while, he said: "We can only surrender to the Kalmyks."

Father Pasokukotsky shook his head again.

"The Kalmyks and Isilan Grei are obviously allies, and their integrity is unreliable. In case we surrender, the Kalmyks hand us over to Isilan Grei..."

Hearing what Father Pasokukotsky said, Pidro was also a little worried. He scratched his head vigorously and asked, "Then what do you say?"

Father Pasokukotsky and Yelisei glanced at each other. Obviously, the two had exchanged opinions. In the end, the priest said: "The head of the regiment, and the deputy head of the regiment. I just discussed with Yelishei. We think we should stand by for help. We are now on the bank of the Kuban River, and the river is our natural line of defense. As long as we defend by the river, and then destroy other bridges on the river, then our back is safe. All we need to consider is to face one aspect of the enemy, which will greatly reduce the pressure on our defense."

Speaking of this, Viscount Hessian cut his mouth: "But we don't have any reinforcements. Defending in the end will only become Defending in the end."

Obviously, Viscount Hessian believed that there was no hope for persistence.

Father Pasokukotsky was waiting to explain, but Chechen took the words: "Without reinforcements, we can go to find reinforcements. This is the Kuban River, and along and downstream is the Sea of ​​Azov. We can send people. Go to Kafa for help, where there are the Sultan of Mehmet Pasha. I ask him for help, and he will not refuse. We will also send people to find Muhammad Glyi and ask him to send reinforcements. "

In fact, Chechen thought about it for a long time, and his opinion coincided with Yelisei and Father Spasokukotsky, that is, surrender will not result in good results, and only standing by for help is the only way out.

At this time, Fedot hesitatingly asked: "Will Muhammad Gley send reinforcements?"

Obviously, Fedot couldn't believe in Muhammad Gley. Rather than rescuing Cheerchen, Muhammad Glyy probably hopes to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, watching Cheerchen drink Ishran Glyy and lose both. This is Fedot's idea.

"He will, because Isilan Gree is here." Cheer Chen firmly believed.

Seeing that Cheerchen had made up his mind and stood by for help, Pidro didn't say anything against it. Pidro lifted his belt and said, "Since everyone’s opinions are unified, I’ll go and give orders to the two squadrons. But now the morale of the soldiers in the two squadrons is not high, bah, bah bah, what not high, they There is no morale at all. Some soldiers said: We haven’t fought a battle since we came out of Azov, but all we encountered and heard were bad things and bad news. Think about it carefully, since our mercenary group I haven't encountered such a stubborn situation since its establishment. This is God who has abandoned us. This sounds really uncomfortable, but some people believe it. Some timid guys want to drive away, but I use my skin. I learned the whip for a while and finally became honest. I understand that some people don't make sense. They only understand the whistling sound of the whip."

After speaking, Pidro pulled the whip and prepared to return to the army to continue to "educate" the deserters.

Cheerchen stopped Pidro. He said to his uncle: "Uncle Pietro, I will go with you. I will tell them a few words."

Then Cheerchen and Pidro came to the positions of the two squadrons. Thanks to the marching regulations copied from the Swedish army, Cheerchen's mercenary group will build fortifications wherever they go. No matter how short the stay is and the morale is low, no one will let go of this job. But even though the soldiers of the two squadrons were doing it, they could see that their morale was low, one by one was weak, and their faces were full of the frustrated look of losers. In addition, on the side of the fortification, two soldiers were tied to the ground. Their backs were covered with weal marks. They were obviously deserters as Pidro said.

Seeing the head of the group arrived, Aunt Varvara came over with a rolling pin with the thickness of an adult's arm: "Head of the group, these children are very well-behaved."

"Thanks for your hard work, Aunt Varvara." Cheer Chen leaned down and said with a smile.

Of course the soldiers are very well-behaved. Those who were not well-behaved had been beaten up by Aunt Varvara earlier, and went to see Dr. Sarben.

Then Tetsuchen straightened up and clapped his hands vigorously.

Hearing the sound of clapping hands, the soldiers near Cheerchen put down their work and looked at Cheerchen. But their eyes were so apathetic, like puppets, no matter what they were interested in.

Seeing this, Cheechen deliberately increased the speed of his horse, and the rider's horse ran. The hooves of war horses and the sound of bells on their chests successfully attracted everyone's attention. The soldiers in the distance also put down their tools, or leaned on their hoes and iron bars, and walked over to look at the captain.

While attracting the attention of the soldiers, Cheer Chen was also thinking about how to improve their morale. In this situation, rewarding money is of little use. After thinking about it, Cheer Chen decided to use heroic deeds to motivate the soldiers and rekindle their courage to move forward.

Seeing everyone's attention was drawn, Cheer Chen said loudly, "Everyone, beg the loser, they will be grateful for Dade; and the winner will only laugh at us. I know that we are now encountering the most since the establishment of the mercenary group. This is a dangerous moment, but compared to Prince Jarimay of the Republic of Poland in Zbaraj, what is it for us! The prince faced the entire Crimean Khanate and the army of the Zaporozhye Cossacks. ."

"But that's Prince Jalime." Someone muttered underneath. The implied meaning, how can Cheerchen be compared with Prince Yarime.

Pidro's gaze scanned the direction of the sound fiercely, but he couldn't find the person.

Cheechen's example of the father of his former underestimate, Prince Mihavu, is also compelling. A better example is the epic record of the Portuguese warrior who defeated 100,000 Sri Lankans in Colombo, but these stories may not be known to their own soldiers, and the protagonist is a foreigner and it is difficult to resonate with the Poles.

And Yarime’s defense of Zbaraj is familiar to the Republic, even the illiterate who is illiterate knows ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Seeing someone say this, Cheechen is not angry. he

Smiled and said: "But our enemy is not Khmelnitsky either."

This ingenious response attracted the support of some soldiers.

"Yes, yes. It is true," some soldiers said.

Seeing the effect of his own words, Cheechen hit the railroad while it was hot: "Everyone, the heroes of Zbarazh can hold on for more than a month, why can't we! Besides, it doesn't take so long, it only takes more than ten days, Muhammad Gley The army of Mehmet Pasha will come and rescue us."

"Will Mohammed Glyy's reinforcements arrive?" someone in the crowd questioned.

"Yes, of course." Cheerchen showed a mysterious and winning smile: "In fact, before I sent troops to Cherkessk, I sent someone to apply for reinforcements from Muhammad Glyy."

The soldiers of the two squadrons are mostly from Poland, and they are familiar with the great achievements of Prince Jarime in Zbaraj. Cheerchen compares what he has to do today with Prince Yarime's defense battle in Zbaraj. Everyone is enthusiastic, and many people feel that there is a rush of blood that fills their heads. And they were even more excited when they heard the reinforcements approaching.

When the atmosphere burned to the highest point, Cheerchen raised his right hand. He clenched his fist fiercely, and then opened it suddenly, as if exploding a ball of explosives in his hand: "We are not surrounded, but The center is blooming!"

This image of action really ignited the soldiers' fighting will and heroism successfully.

Cheer Chen saw as far as he could see, most of them flushed and eyes pierced. He raised the saber in his hand and swears loudly: "God is with us!"

Infected by Cheerchen, the soldiers shouted: "God is with us!"