The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

After a while, only Chechen and Yelishei and the Cossack sailors were left in the duel.

When Chechen recovered from his joy, the sun had drifted westward for an hour.

Seeing Cheerchen stand up from the ground, the Russian servants standing at the gate of the duel field stepped forward and lifted Yakov's body.

The wicked person will be sent to the church.

"Head, where are we going now?" Yelisei asked.

Chechen's legs and feet were a little numb due to the prolonged kneeling. He moved a small step hard, then hammered his knee with his hand.

"Let's go back to the hotel first, you go find the prince's steward, and say that I will come to see the prince tomorrow." Chechen said,

"Thank him and say goodbye."

After avenging his revenge, Cheerchen wanted to fly back to Vidawa and tell his uncle the good news.

But he knew that if he left like this and left without saying goodbye, it would be extremely rude.

But if Yakov just died, he would immediately see the prince saying goodbye to him, then it would be too unkind. So he decided to stay one more night and wait until tomorrow to bid farewell to Prince Alexei.

So Yelishei went to the prince's steward and asked him to see the prince tomorrow. He helped Cheerchen to leave the city lord mansion. They rented out a hotel in the city.

Everything was calm as usual in the first half of the night.

But in the middle of the night, Chechen was awakened by the deafening noise, clamor, and screaming outside the hotel. He walked to the window and saw countless bonfires lit in the streets and squares of Pskov, and groups of Tsarist Russian soldiers were kicking around the bonfire.

"Yelsey, Yelishey." Cheerchen called out the name of his companion, and he asked Yelishey to investigate the situation.

A Cossack shouted: "Yelisey has gone out."

So Cheechen sat down and waited for Yelishei's return.

However, he always had a feeling of restlessness.

Soon, this sense of vagueness was verified.

Yelishei ran back in a panic, panting and looking panic.

"Commander, the war is on, the war is on." Yelisei shouted.

Cheerchen stood up from his chair with a "swipe" moment.

"What's going on?"

"Tsarist Russia is at war with the Cossack emirates. I just heard that the Tsar gave an order to Prince Alexei Trubtskoy, ordering him to command the army assembled in Pskov to immediately go to Ukraine to help the oppressed compatriots. brother."

Yelishei's face was extremely ugly when he said this. But it wasn't because of the outbreak of war, but because he was worried about Cheerchen and himself.

The news of the war did not come sooner or later, but it happened after the head of the regiment killed Yakov. At this moment, dozens of them were trapped in the siege of tens of thousands of Russian troops, and Prince Alexei could detain or even kill Chechen in the name of war.

Even if the prince does this, no one can accuse him of anything, because this is war.

Yelishei could think of it, and of course Cheerchen could think of it.

At this moment, he bit his lips tightly, and his complexion was extremely ugly.

As if to respond to Cheerchen and Yelishei's concerns, there were waves of curses outside the hotel. A group of soldiers from Tsarist Russia blocked the door, shouting loudly to pay the debt. Some Russian soldiers even started to ram the door of the hotel.

"Cheerchen, I and the Cossacks will protect you from escaping." Yelishei knew that the situation had reached a critical juncture. He pulled out the saber from his waist to protect Cheerchen from Pskov.

Even if it is almost impossible.

Yelishei grabbed Chechen's arm, but Chechen didn't move.

"Head!"

Yelishei stomped anxiously.

Tetsuchen stared at the door of the hotel motionlessly. At this time, several Cossack team captains also ran up, they were fully armed, but they looked at each other at the stalemate of Cheechen and Yelishei, not knowing what to do.

After a long while, Cheer Chen withdrew his eyes.

"No, Yelishei, we won't leave the city." Cheerchen said firmly.

"Then where are we going? Hide?"

"Go to the City Lord's Mansion and see Prince Alexei." Cheer Chen said with piercing eyes.

The door of the hotel was opened from inside.

The Russian soldiers outside were taken aback, and then they saw Chechen walking out under the **** of Yelisei and a group of Cossack sailors.

Perhaps it was because of Cheerchen’s fame that he defeated Yakov Cherkaski today, or Yelisei’s boyar cavalry costume reminded them of their dignity and inferiority, or perhaps there was no command from above to tell. What should they do.

In short, the Russian soldiers stepped back and gave way to Cheerchen and the others.

Chechen walked in the forefront, and they marched towards the City Lord's Mansion. Along the way, Russian soldiers were constantly waiting for this team in amazement. They either watched Cheerchen leave, or followed closely behind.

It is less than two hundred meters from the hotel to the city lord’s palace, but Yelisei feels ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ these two hundred meters are longer than the distance from Kiev to Pskov.

His palms were full of sweat, and the handle of the steel shield often slipped.

Finally, they came to the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

A group of Boyer cavalry in armor stood on the steps supporting the front of the mansion, and they prevented Chechen from continuing to advance.

Now, thousands of Russian soldiers gathered around Chechen and others have heard the news.

Compared to them, Cheerchen and his team are as small as a small boat to a giant ship.

"I want to see Prince Alexei." Chechen said loudly.

The voice passed through the gate and entered the city lord's mansion.

Cheerchen knew that Prince Alexei would definitely be able to hear it.

Sure enough, after only a while, the gate of the City Lord's Mansion opened.

Prince Alexei was still dressed as he did during the day.

The prince looked at Cheerchen condescendingly.

"Alvar Chechen, I once promised that you can go your own way and go wherever you like. Although this was before I received the order to go to Ukraine, my promise is still valid. You can Go back to Poland, or go wherever you want. I will send you a cavalry and give you a token. Even if you encounter any army of this kind along the way, you can pass unimpeded. This is me Promise to you."

"Thank you, Prince." Cheerchen said.

At this time, Prince Alexei spoke again: "You should thank me very much. Although I know that we will probably meet again on the battlefield in Ukraine soon after you return to Poland, but at that time, if you fall again. In my hands, then you can't think of slipping away so cheaply."

After speaking, Prince Alexei transferred and walked back to the city lord's mansion. A prince's attendant stayed and handed a token to Cheerchen.