The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Just as Stanislaw Potocki was preparing to suicide, there was a huge explosion on the battlefield.

Everyone’s attention was attracted by the sound of the explosion. Stanislaw Potocki stopped the saber that had been placed around his neck, and the attacker and defender stopped fighting for life and death, even far away. Company Commander Ivan Mahra also looked towards the explosion.

I saw a knight in black and black armor standing next to the cart that was originally used as a fortification, and one of the carts was overturned to the ground. Obviously it was caused by the explosion just now.

But immediately, everyone's eyes were attracted by the thing that fell to the ground after the cart overturned.

Thale, Thale exuding alluring luster in the sun. These talers that fell from the cart are piled up on the ground to form a hill.

Company Commander Ivan Mahra felt that he was suffocating. He felt he couldn't breathe, his heart beating countless times faster.

What did he see? Taler in a big car! It turns out that those carts that are used as fortifications are the wealth!

Ivan Mahra, who couldn't believe it, rubbed his eyes desperately, worried that his eyes had hallucinations. But no, what he saw was still Thaler in that place, really.

The money-greedy company commander Ivan Mahra estimated that there were no more than 10,000 talers that fell to the ground alone, and there were five such carts in total. In other words, there is a huge sum of fifty thousand talers in front of him.

"Quick, quick! Don't worry about the Poles, grab the car for me, grab it!" Commander Ivan Mahra shouted orders immediately. At this time, only money was left in his eyes.

In fact, without the order of Ivan Mahera, the Cossacks had already rushed towards Thale.

Wealth is touching.

First, the Cossacks, who were at the outermost periphery of the encirclement and closest to the cart, approached the water platform, left the team before Commander Ivan Mahra gave the order, and rushed towards the scattered Tale. Some people fell straight on the pile of talers and used their entire bodies to intimately touch the huge amount of wealth; others grabbed taler, feeling the wonderful sensation of the wealth passing through their fingertips, and then used their teeth greedily Biting.

Under the influence of the first group of people, all the Cossacks became agitated. For fear of falling behind, they rushed to the hills of Thale, and no one cared about the Poles as the enemy.

The black-clad and black-armored knight watched the first Cossacks pounce on the Tale where the cart was scattered, and hurriedly beat his horse towards the right flank, which was still in battle.

"Cheerchen."

Stanislaw Potocki, who was so out of danger, looked at the black-clothed and black-armored knight with complicated eyes, and the old man's lips squirmed.

Of course, it was not someone else who blew up the cart, it was Alvar Chechen, the captain of the mission and the deputy envoy.

Soon, the bombed cart was surrounded by the Cossacks on the inner and outer three floors. Some of the Cossacks who had not snatched Thale became anxiously blushing. They desperately pulled the collars and bodies of their companions in front of them, trying to Let yourself be able to squeeze into it; and some other Cossacks even drew their swords to those companions who carried Tale-they died for money, and birds died for food and made the best footnote.

And when the second and third big cars were overturned to the ground and the taler on the car rolled to the ground, the scene was even more chaotic. Even some of the Cossacks who were fighting on the right flank ran out of the battle regardless, just to catch a handful of talers.

"Uncle, let's run away."

While the Cossacks were in a mess because of money, the old man's nephew suggested to his uncle Stanislaw Potocki.

Stanislaw Potocki certainly knew that escape was the best opportunity at this time, but when he thought that he had survived, the Republic lost a good opportunity to regain Ukraine. Stanislaw felt unhappy and wished to live. Die here.

Stanislaw Potocki certainly understood why Cheerchen wanted to blow up the cart and expose Tale. He wanted to use money to attract the enemy's attention and save himself from the siege.

The elder also knew very well that these money was used by the king to buy Vygowski and bribe important figures from the Cossacks. Without this money, the Republic’s plan would fall short, but things should be rushed to power. Chechen couldn’t do anything else. The way is—at least, Stanislaw Potocki consciously put himself in the position of Chechen, he has no better way.

But he just can't get past the hurdle in his heart.

Upon seeing this, a duke accompanying as a civilian, pushed the stiff Stanislaw Potocki into the carriage, and then blocked the carriage door with his body.

He shouted: "What else to watch, go, go!"

The crowd escorted the carriage and fled to the distance.

After Cheerchen returned to the right flank, a Hessian cavalry responded to him, and the Hessian cavalry said to him: "Commander, we have notified the chasing brothers to come back quickly."

"That's good." Cheerchen said.

He glanced around the battlefield. At this time, the battle between the armored Cossacks and dragoons on the right and the Cossacks is still anxious; while the rest of the mission has fled in the opposite direction, all the Cossacks are busy robbing Tale, and no one is chasing after him. They; Cheer Chen looked to the left wing again, and suddenly, a figure riding on a horse attracted his attention.

It turned out that Ivan Mahera watched his subordinates become a mess, everyone was grabbing their own taler~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He immediately stood up and yelled in anger.

"Asshole! These talers are all mine! All are mine!"

The figure of Company Captain Ivan Mahra, who was the only one riding a horse, was so striking in Cheerchen's eyes, and there was no one around him, because even his personal guards were thrown into the ranks of money grabbing.

Cheerchen decided to take another risk.

Just now, Cheer Chen broke the cart and threw down the Tale to attract the attention of the Cossacks who besieged Stanislaw Potocki and the rest of the mission; now, he picked up a one on the ground that was less than 1.5 meters away. The Cossack spear wants to kill Ivan Mahera. This short spear obviously belonged to a certain Cossack, and it was still stained with blood from either its owner or its opponent.

Chechen ordered the Hessian cavalry around him to gather other Hessian cavalry and rush to the right flank, while he encircled Ivan Mahera's flank from the outside of the battlefield, and then approached carefully.

At a distance of more than 50 meters from Ivan Mahra, Cheechen suddenly urged the horse to accelerate. He clamped the short spear under his arm, and the tip of the spear passed over the ear of the horse and pointed straight ahead.

Company Commander Ivan Mahra was careless. His yelling completely exposed his identity, and the absence of anyone around him made him lonely, allowing Cheerchen to find the goal and opportunity to capture the thieves and the king.

At a distance of 20 meters from the target, Cheorchen’s mount accelerated to the maximum. The wind blew from behind him, and he felt that he was walking against the wind, and Ivan Mahera's figure was also rapidly magnifying.

At this time, Ivan Mahera finally felt the danger approaching. But he was also calm. At such a juncture, he neither chose to escape nor dodge. Instead, he quickly drew his pistol, aimed at Chechen, and pulled the trigger.