The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

After receiving Muhammad Gley's order, Haim did not immediately go to the cell where Isilan Gley was detained. He first returned to the tent. Outside the tent, Haim’s horse bun was sleeping with a roll of sheepskin pillows. He rolled his body like a dried shrimp.

Haim stepped forward and kicked hard in the stomach of his bat: "Get up, useless idiot. Get me a basin of water."

Haim's feet used extremely heavy strength, and he did not show mercy because it was his horse. The horse was already in pain and curled up even more, but when he heard Haim's voice, he hurriedly endured the pain and got up, and fetched water in a panic.

Haim walked into the tent. Inside the tent, the fire that should have been burning has long since gone out, and the mare's milk that should have been boiled in the iron bucket hanging above has already seen the bottom, leaving only a thick layer of milk skin sticking to the wall of the bucket.

"I will change you tomorrow." Haim scolded again. After tomorrow, he is the Mirza of the Khanate, a real noble with identity and strength. At that time, his cattle and sheep were in herds, and his slaves and subordinates could not be counted. Ma Bian, I really want to have a few.

As Haim was thinking about the future, the slightly stupid horseman walked in tremblingly with a basin of clear water. Haim only glanced at him, and then the horse bowed his head wincely.

As he had to perform the important task assigned by the Khan at night, Haim let go of the poor horse. He put his hands in the water and washed them carefully.

Haim washes it so carefully that he makes a sense of ritual for this hand-washing action.

Indeed, Haim is holding a ceremony. Because the person he was about to kill was a member of the Glyy family, a descendant of Batu Khan of the Golden Horde, and the former ruler of the Crimean Khanate.

After washing his hands, Haim dried the water stains with a towel.

"Change my clothes. Take my armor." Haim said.

Ma Bian quickly put down the washbasin. He stepped over the washbasin and removed Haim's armor from the hanger.

When Ma Bian took off his helmet, Haim called to him: "Stop, bring my helmet over."

Seeing Ma Bian's face at a loss, Haim reminded angrily: "It's the one in the box."

Ma Bian suddenly realized.

There is a helmet in the rattan box under Haim's bed, which is the reward that Haim won with one enemy and three under Ackerman. After Haim surrendered Muhammad Gley, Haim hid the helmet.

When finished wearing, Haim pulled out the Damascus scimitar in his hand.

Although this knife cut a human head and fought three enemies during the day, its blade was still sharp.

With the scimitar hung around his waist, Haim ignored his horse bun, strode out of the tent and headed towards the cell where Isilan Gley was held.

Seeing Haim walking out of his tent, Alan followed Khan's orders and poked his head from behind a nearby tent.

He said to the five sharpshooters behind him: "Listen, when Haim solves the people Khan wants to kill, you will shoot."

The five nodded. Three of them are archers and two are musketeers.

Of course Haim didn't know that when he became the **** of death of Isilan Gree, his **** of death was also quietly approaching behind him. He approached the cell and stopped outside for a while.

This cell was set up temporarily for his dear brother on the order of Muhammad Gley. Outside it is a gorgeous tent, larger than those used by Bey and Pasha, fully demonstrating the status of Ishran Gly Khan above ten thousand people alone, while inside the tent is a thick wood The built-up cage—Isilan Glyy is inside.

Haim strode in. Seeing Isilan Glyy with his back to him, he deliberately made a loud noise when walking to attract Ishran Glyy's attention.

Sure enough, Isilan Glyy turned his head when he heard the sound. Seeing Haim dressed in such a formal dress, he had a foreboding that his end was approaching.

"What? My brother wants you to kill me?"

"Khan wants me to send you to heaven, where there are seventy-two virgins and a garden with honey and milk waiting for you." Haim said. He tried his best to speak tactfully, because according to his experience in killing people, people will convulse and spasm when they are extremely scared, and it will not be easy to kill with a single knife.

"You know, I am also familiar with the Koran. According to my discovery, it is not the seventy-two virgins that God has rewarded him for his devout believers, but seventy-two raisins."

After speaking, Isilan Greihaha laughed loudly.

Haim didn't laugh. He didn't come to discuss theological issues with Isilan Glyy.

"Please Khan on the road." Haim said.

After speaking, Haim unlocked the key to the cage and dragged Isilan Gley out.

"Prepare."

In the dark, Alan whispered to the five shooters around him. In order not to expose himself in advance, the musketeer he brought with him deliberately used the precious revolver.

The five shooters raised the compound bow and revolver in their hands and aimed at Haim.

Haim raised the knife, but for a long time his knife stopped in the air.

"You're slashing!" Alan saw that Haim hadn't swung his knife, and he was anxious for him.

The reason why Haim didn't wield the knife was because Isilan Glyy tried to lure him off before he died ~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

Isilan Glyy promised him that if Haim killed Muhammad Glyy for him now, he would give him half of the Khanate.

If the average person heard this, he would think Isilan Glyy was a madman, but Haim hesitated, because he knew that he could do it easily with this convenience-he was the chief guard of Khan, Every night when Muhammad Glyy fell asleep, he was guarding outside the books.

"How? Are you here to kill me? What did my brother promise you? A Mirza or Bey? I think it should be Mirza. My brother is not a generous person. But think about it, if you kill him for me, I It’s half a khanate for you.” Isilan Gree bought.

"You can't control the army by killing the Khan, we all have to die." Haim said demonly. There were nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine voices in his heart telling him to immediately swing the knife, but he listened to the only voice that opposed it.

"No, I am the only one who killed the Glyy family here in Muhammad Glyy. Do you think those nobles really obey my brother? How many of them have overthrown him with me? , As long as I guarantee their power, they will support me." Isilan Gree continued to tempt.

Haim was lost, and his raised hand slowly dropped.

Isilan Glyy was overjoyed.

At this moment, there was a shout that pierced the night sky from outside: "Keep someone under the knife!"

Haim's eyes repeated to clear. Haim mistakenly thought that Isilan Glyy was delaying time to wait for someone to save him. Haim, who felt deceived, said viciously: "Dare you lie to me."

After speaking, Haim raised the knife above his head again.

"boom!"

A gunshot sounded.