The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

The eyes of Khmelnitsky on the hospital bed went dark. Then, in front of his eyes appeared a scene of himself having a conversation with a young samurai. Khmelnitsky remembered that this was his camp in Seci. At that time, I had just executed Tatarchuk and Barabas (both were company captains of the Cossacks, but opposed to Khmelnitsky's war against Poland) and used four thousand Taylors from Tukhaybey’s hands. Redeemed a person. This person was Jan Skrzeduski, the samurai lying on the bed and in front of him.

"You are free, Colonel," Khmelnitsky said to Jan Skoredusky.

After speaking, Khmelnitsky added another sentence at the end: "Although I know, once you regain your strength, you will definitely come back and oppose me."

There was a sound of singing outside the darkness. It was the Cossack warriors singing hymns to Tuhaibey.

"Ho! Ho!

Tuhaibei, so furious

Ho! Ho!

Tuhaibei

Don't be offended by our friends..."

Injured, Jan Skrzeduski, who was lying on the wooden bed, leaned his upper body up against the wall behind him with his hands vigorously.

He said to himself weakly and powerfully: "As long as God gives me strength."

Khmelnitsky shook his head helplessly. He liked Jan Skrzedowski very much, not only because he had saved himself, but also because Jan Skrzedowski looked like himself when he was young, loyal, brave, and patriotic.

But all this is a thing of the past. When he burned the family business accumulated for most of his life and the body of his wife, and led the Cossacks who were loyal to him to Xieqi, everything could not be changed. He will sweep this dirty land with fire and sword, and drive all the nobles who can only absorb the anointing of the Ukrainian people into hell.

Since the country no longer loves you, why do you still want to return this country.

Khmelnitsky was about to leave. Although Jan Skrzedusky has clearly and unambiguously expressed his intention to oppose himself, he will still keep his promise and release him.

Khmelnitsky's hand touched the doorknob, and at this moment, Jan Skrzedusky suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a minute!"

Khmelnitsky turned his head and looked in the eyes of Jan Skredusky.

He was wondering, is it possible that Jan Skozheduski changed his mind and was willing to help himself?

But his guess was wrong. Jan Skrzedusky just said: "I heard that you are going to oppose the Republic because Cezingin took one of your hives?"

Khmelnitsky's fists were clenched tightly. A hive? That **** Polish nobleman ruined everything he had!

He just didn't want to sell the hive to Cejinlin. The little nobleman attacked his home in Subotiv while he was out, killed his son and robbed his wife. Let the fifty-year-old self lose everything that he has given for most of his life.

When Jan Skrzedusky saw that Khmelnitsky didn't speak, but his entire face was distorted in anger, he knew that he was right.

Jan Skrzeduski's face showed sympathy for Khmelnitsky.

He whispered to Khmelnitsky: "If you are really wronged, you should appeal to the court and the king. My lord Jarime Vishnevitsky is a fair prince, as long as you stop Rebellion, I believe he will give you justice."

Khmelnitsky gave a mocking smile to Jan Skrzedus' "kindness".

Already on the sick bed Khmelnitsky still clearly remembered how he responded to Jan Skredusky at that time.

"Justice? I have already sought my own justice. When I went to see the king, the king said to me, don't I have guns and cannons in my hands? Look, this is the justice the king gave me. Also, you think I was in the Xieqi uprising only for myself? Just for my wrongs? All right, Mr. Noble. If I was really just for revenge, do you think so many people will follow me? Will it be my birth and death? Open your eyes and take a look, take a closer look! If you see clearly, you will know why there are thousands of people on my side. Ukraine, my mother, this raised my mother , This hot land. How rich she is! But who is enjoying the faith here? Who is living happily here? Who is free here? It is the Vichynevitsky in your mouth, but also Potocki, Kalinowski, they are connected by the paddy fields in Ukraine. The land is theirs, the mill is theirs, and even the golden freedom is theirs. But the Ukrainian people have nothing, some just wash their faces with tears, Some are just being bulls and horses. Cossacks have repeatedly contributed to the Republic in previous wars, but what are our privileges? When the nobles need us to defend their homes, they treat us as soldiers, but once the border is calm Now, they take care of us like serfs~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The aristocracy's harsh policies are fierce. The Jewish rent collectors of the aristocrats are wolves. They are all biting the flesh and blood of the Ukrainian mother. Now, the mother. I gave me the responsibility of driving away the wolves, tigers and leopards. My suffering is her spur on me. Therefore, I don’t believe in any laws, princes, or kings. I only believe in myself!"

After speaking this long story, Khmelnitsky raised a hand high. This bronze hand is like a burning torch.

Jan Skrzedusky was speechless. The young man, like all young people with rich dreams, believes in the law, the prince, and the king.

Khmelnitsky put his hand down. He concluded by saying: "A storm will sweep through Ukraine. This storm will be unprecedented. We will wash away everything that is sinful and build a country belonging to the Cossacks on this Ukrainian land!"

Looking at himself who was still passionate in his sixtieth year, Khmelnitsky's aging heart seemed to be ten years younger. He wanted to shout to himself: "Long live Ukraine! Long live the Cossacks!"

Khmelnitsky pushed open the wooden door in front of him, and there was a lot of light outside. In the square outside the door, the singing and dancing Cossacks disappeared, replaced by two kneeling people and countless colorful regiments and military flags.

"Crooked nose" Maxim Crivoni bent over and bowed to himself.

"Commander, Potocki and Kalinowski are waiting for you."

That is the glory of Zaporonin Cossack. In the two battles of the Yellow River and Korsson, the main force of the Republic of Poland in Ukraine was annihilated, and the commander and deputy commander were captured. The Polish nobles who had been domineering and domineering had finally lowered their "noble" heads.