The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

That night, Chechen stayed up all night. When Cheerchen walked downstairs the next day to the embassy team who was preparing to pack and set off, Stanislaw Potocki looked at Cheerchen’s dark circles and said to him: "Don’t worry about it. Heavy, child. Success or failure is God’s will."

Obviously, the old man thought Cheer Chen was worrying about how to persuade Bao Hong.

Cheerchen had to smile back in response to this, thanking the old man for his concern.

Last night, Cheer Chen didn't think much about what the old man entrusted to him after the old man left. All he thought about was Princess Helena and the matter that was probably the child of Bao Hong.

A sound of rubbing armor came from behind. Chechen and Stanislaw Potocki looked back and saw Colonel Jan Skrzeduski approaching.

"Two, my wing cavalry squadron is ready and can **** you out at any time." The colonel said in a deep voice.

"Thank you, Colonel. We can start right away."

After another five minutes, the old man got into the carriage. And Cheerchen also got on the horse. The mission came out of the Zbaraj Fortress under the **** of the Wing Cavalry Squadron.

When he walked out of the gate, Cheor Chen looked back at the fortress for one last time. He didn't know whether Princess Helena was behind a certain window.

"Cheerchen, what are you looking at?"

At this moment, Jan Skrzeduski passed Chechen's side, and he asked Cheerchen looking back.

"No, nothing." Cheer Chen was guilty after all, he quickly retracted his eyes, and then vacillated with the colonel, following the carriage.

Jan Skrzeduski stopped the horse, and he looked towards somewhere in the fortress, with a complicated light in his eyes.

The Zbaraj region is desolate. As the team walked along, Chechen did not see many farms and cottages. Instead, he saw many cylindrical buildings with a height of five or six meters. These buildings are wide underneath and narrow underneath, and they all have holes in the walls, like gun holes. The blocks are extremely like bunkers.

But if these are bunkers, they are too small. According to Chechen's visual inspection, there were no more than 7 or 8 people that could be mounted, and no artillery of any caliber could be mounted. In wartime, once the enemy adopts the strategy of siege but not attack, the people in these bunker will be starved to death sooner or later.

Colonel Jan Skrzeduski is a veteran, and it is impossible for him not to know this. Cheerchen was a little strange.

Just as Cheechen saw the seventh bunker, the colonel stopped in front of one of the bunker.

"Stop!" he shouted.

As a result, the entire paper team stopped.

When the carriage came to a stop, Stanislaw Potocki poked his head out of the carriage. He asked Chechen next to the carriage, "What happened?"

Cheerchen didn't know what had happened, he succumbed to the old man, and then leaned towards Jan Skrzeduski.

At this time, it was sunny and breeze, and the wings behind the colonel's winged cavalry armour were swaying with the wind, like an eagle spreading its wings and trying to fly.

"Colonel, the old man asked how the team stopped." Chechen said.

Jan Skrzedusky looked at the bunker and did not answer.

The door of the bunker opened. A man dressed as a Polish-German musketeer ran out of the bunker and ran in front of the colonel.

"Groszicki, what's going on around here? Are there any Cossacks active recently?" Jan Skrzeduski asked.

The Musketeer named Grozicky replied, "Colonel, the puppies have been quiet recently."

Jan Skrzeduski nodded.

"Then, have I asked the person you are looking for to find it?"

"It's all done, Colonel."

After the question, Jan Skrzeduski said to Chechen: "It's okay, please reply to the old man, and the team will move on."

Cheechen glanced at the bunker again, and he understood a bit, these bunker played a role in monitoring the whereabouts of the Zaporozhye Cossacks around. As long as a person stands on the top of the bunker, the surrounding 20 or 30 square kilometers can have a panoramic view. But obviously, his previous doubts still haven't been solved. So while he was right next to the colonel, Cheerchen asked Jan Skrzeduski his question.

Perhaps it’s because Cheerchen had saved himself. Jan Skrzedowski did not treat Cheerchen with the same kind of business and indifference that he treated Cheerchen like Stanislaw Potocki. It was explained that these bunkers were indeed used to monitor nearby areas as Cheor Chen had guessed. Since the situation in the Cossack emirate has been turbulent this year due to Khmelnitsky’s serious illness and the invasion of the Crimean Khanate, the large-scale invasion of the Cossacks has stopped, and they and the defenders of the fortress have to deal with it. It is just a Cossack gang with as many as hundreds and as few as a dozen. These gangs often looted in their own jurisdictions. When the defenders of the fortress heard the news and attacked, they had already escaped. In order to deal with this small-scale invasion, he built a bunker and deployed a small group of infantry defenses. This force is more than enough to deal with the poorly equipped Cossack gang; when the number of invaders exceeds the range that the team can handle, they set up a bonfire on the top floor of the fortress to notify the defenders of the fortress to support, and rely on the fortress prison. Hold the enemy firmly. Zaporozhye Cossackdo was an infantryman. As long as he could delay for a moment and a half, his cavalry would be able to arrive immediately and cut them in pieces.

After listening to Jan Skrzeduski's explanation, Cheerchen finally understood. The colonel’s approach was originally based on the actual situation of Zbarazh~www.wuxiaspot.com~, but he didn't know it, so he talked about it on paper.

The team traveled for another 3 or 4 hours, and the delegation came down to the Niš River under the **** of the colonel. This is the nominal dividing line between the Republic of Poland and the Cossack Emirate. After crossing the river, the mission entered the boundaries of the Zaporozhye Cossacks.

Rafts and Cossack boats called Chichak have long been waiting on the banks of the river.

The colonel got out of the wagon and thanked him and Stanislaw Potocki and Chechen who had been escorting the Wing Cavalry Squadron along the way. Reef and whirlpool."

It turned out that these were the people the colonel asked Grozicki to find.

It can also be seen from this that Jan Skrzeduski is a soldier with a clear distinction between public and private. Although he and Stanislaw Potocki disagree, he still fulfills his duties.

Stanislaw Potocki was also deeply moved. He held the colonel's hand tightly and thanked him.

Jan Skrzedusky reminded Chechen that after entering the borders of the Cossacks, he immediately sent a messenger to Kiev in order to inform them that it was a messenger, not another interpreter. This is because the Cossacks in this area are the most rascal and undisciplined mobs. They only accept the command of Kiev in name, but in fact they usually do their own things; unless they are from the identity of the Zaporizhia Cossacks from Kiev Big people, other people, even the chiefs of Cossacks in nearby strongholds, don't believe them. Because many of them are robbers who kill and overturn their goods, they often bury their bodies in the ground after killing people without revealing any news to Kiev. Cheerchen remembered the experience of Colonel Jan Skrzeduski one by one.