The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 Early the next morning, the mercenaries set off on three sledges borrowed from the village. The young man named Yuri who found the robber's trail in the village chief of Mikhail acted as a guide to lead the mercenaries.

　　 Yuri is seventeen or eighteen years old. He has golden shining blonde hair. He is an optimistic young man and talks endlessly along the way. However, he was talking about some interesting things that Cheerchen hadn't seen or heard of, and the two were about the same age, and after a while, the two became very good friends.

"Do you know'Crooked Nose' Kriunos? That was a fierce general of our Cossacks. When he attacked Bolong Castle, he took down a wall in one charge and scared the noble lords to kneel on the ground. , Pray for survival. It is said that in that battle, there were more than fifty regiment flags captured." Yuri listened vividly, as if he was also there.

　　 "I want to shave my hair like Cossacks, too," Yuri drew a circle on his head, "I just leave a lock in the middle and shaved off the side, but my grandfather won't let it."

　　 After speaking, Yuri sighed and frowned.

　　 "Yuri, you are a Polish. I heard that the Cossacks are all rebels, murderous demons. Why do you want to join them?" Cheerchen asked with some confusion.

　　 From Pietro and everyone's mouth, Cheerchen also somewhat understood the situation in the mainland. Know that the so-called Cossacks launched a rebellion in Ukraine, and also know that Tsarist Russia is about to attack the Republic of Poland. When Cheechen thought about it, both rebellion and aggression were unjust. Everyone should hate them, but Yuri dreamed of becoming a Cossack.

"That's not it!" Listening to Chechen's words, Yuri jumped up angrily. He retorted loudly: "The Cossacks are all heroes. Unlike the noble lords, the Cossacks only hide in the castle. It was they who resisted the invasion of the Tatars and Turks. Once, they also defeated that Istanbul and scared the Turkish sultan to pee his pants. Moreover, we are not Polish, we are Ruthenians. "Yuri said a long while standing on the sled, and when he finished speaking, he was a little breathless.

"Aren’t Ruthenians Polish?" As a foreigner, Chechen originally thought that the Ruthenians in Yuri and Mikhail’s village chiefs were the same as Barcelona and Aragonese in their own country. It's just a place name. Unexpectedly, it was completely different from my own understanding.

　　 "Of course not." When Yuri had enough breath, he was about to explain again.

　　 But the next words were interrupted by Pidro.

　　 "Okay, boy. You can see if the pine forest in front is where the robbers camp."

　　 It turned out, unknowingly. The sled has reached the end of the road, with only a pine forest ahead.

　　 Yuri jumped out of the car. He raised his nose and sniffed it vigorously, then ran forward dozens of steps and squatted down to remove the snow from the ground.

　　 "This is it." Yuri ran back to the sled and said to everyone.

　　 "Are you sure?" Cadiz asked rhetorically, sitting on the second sleigh.

　　 "Well," Yuri nodded firmly. "There used to be a rosin processing plant there, but it was abandoned. Then the robbers took it as their camp. You can smell it carefully to see if there is a smell of rosin in the air; and I just took a look at it. , The soil is black, it is the result of the tar spreading on the ground."

　　 Hearing what Yuri said, Cheorchen also sniffed hard. There is indeed a faint pine fragrance.

　　 Everyone doesn't doubt it anymore. Everyone got off the sled and started making final preparations.

　　 "Cheerchen, you and Yuri stay here to take care of the horses and sleds." Pidro said to Cheerchen while inserting two pistols into the belt around his waist.

　　 "Why? Uncle Pidro, didn't you agree to bring me here?" Pidro's words were like a basin of cold water that extinguished the enthusiasm in his heart. At this time Cheer Chen looked at his uncle like an old liar.

　　 "I meant to bring you here. Are you here now? And Cheerchen, the following uncle will hand you over is also very important." Piedro said solemnly.

　　 "What's the matter?" After experiencing so many times, Cheor Chen has already a little distrusted Uncle Pidro.

"You've read so many books, you should know. Our mercenaries fight wars like the army. We must have vanguards, Chinese troops, and guards. Otherwise, if the band of bandits copy them from the bread, we won’t be behind us. Man, isn't this being sneak attacked by the enemy? Uncle put you behind to ensure the safety of our rear. Your burden is very heavy, everyone's back can be given to you."

　　 convinced, greatly convinced. Everyone looked at Pidro with contempt, and a child could tell such a great truth.

　　 But Cheerchen actually eats this set very much. Hearing that Pidro said his responsibility was so great, Cheerchen immediately patted his chest to make sure that everyone's back is safe.

　　 Arranged for Tetsuchen, the members of the mercenary group entered the pine forest. The pine forest is as dark as the night, except occasionally a little sunlight shines through the pine branches filled with snow. Everyone didn't say a word along the way. The pine forest is too quiet, if there is too much noise, it will surely alarm the robbers.

　　 walked like this for a quarter of an hour, and the scenery in front of him suddenly became clear. It turns out that there is a large open space among such dense pine forests.

　　 There is a big wooden house in this open space. The chimney of the wooden house is venting black, and it seems that the tar smell that everyone smells is coming from here. There are dozens of empty tar barrels piled up by the wall of the wooden house, and a man in a fur coat who doesn't know what to wear is swinging an axe vigorously to split a piece of pine.

　　Pidro and the others hid in the pine forest for another two quarters of an hour and kept observing. During this time, seven or eight people walked in and out of the wooden house, and everything seemed normal.

　　 "Head, is it they?" Malone was a little unsure. The others looked at Pedro too.

　　 "I have a way." Piedro stood up and blew his hands warmly, and walked out of the woods.

　　 "Who?" The person in front of the wooden house also saw Pidro and asked loudly.

　　 "I bought tar." Piedro's voice was raised higher than that of the man.

boom.

　　 The answer this time was a gunshot.

　　 "It's them." At the sound of the gun, Piedro instinctively got short, and then yelled behind him as he drew his gun.

　　 The mercenary who had been in ambush in the woods jumped up and rushed out. Those with guns fired while running. Sawdust flew across the wall of the straight wooden hut. During this period, a gun barrel protruded from the window of the wooden house, and a shot was fired outside.

　　 The man outside the wooden house saw that the other party was crowded and hurried into the wooden house. During this period, Pidro fired a shot at him, but unfortunately missed.

　　 In this round of firefight, neither side was killed or injured. But the mercenary side successfully forced the robbers into the wooden house, and the next step was to catch turtles in the urn.

　　 "The door is locked." Cadiz was the first to rush to the door of the wooden house. He smashed the wooden **** of the carbine a few times, and the wooden door did not move.

　　Pidro pulled out another pistol from his waist and fired a shot at the wooden door. The bullet passed through the wooden door.

　　 "The door is not thick, everyone cut it with a sword."

　　 It was another smash. Not long after, the wooden door was chopped open several times.

　　 "Come slowly, come slowly. Who are you?" The people in the house couldn't hold on, and began to beg for mercy.

　　 "Who are you?" Piedro asked rhetorically.

　　 "We are honest forest brothers. We fight for ourselves, rob the rich and help the poor, and only symbolically leave a little wealth as a reward for our brave fight."

　　 "This is weird. The nearby villagers said that there was a group of bandits who robbed the caravan passing by, also called Forest Brothers."

The people in 　　 will probably not speak anymore.

　　 bang bang bang, three more gunshots.

　　 One of the shots accidentally knocked out half of Malone's ear. Under the pain, Ma Long became mad, and he reversed his halberd and hit with all his strength on the back of the halberd.

　　 Finally, the wooden door was broken.

　　 Everyone shot a musket at the room, and then several wailing sounds came from inside.

　　 I didn’t know how many people were hit by the gun. Pidro and Fidel rushed in without waiting for the smoke of the guns to dissipate, and they fought again in the house.

　　Pidro's opponent is a slender man who makes a hatchet. This big man with a cross-axe on his chest was able to block Pidro's sword blow. But then, Pidro's straight stabbing, the big bearded man did not avoid it. The tip of the sword penetrated his chest, and the big man fell to the ground before he could shout.

　　 On the other side, Fidel's short broadsword encountered a scythe. UU reading www. Uukanshu.com scythe was originally a kind of farming tool, and its inside blade was used to cut pasture and wheat. When its blade is straightened, it becomes a long-handled weapon.

　　 The scythe was stabbed three times, and Fidel took three steps back, and went straight to the corner of the wall. Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Fidel grabbed a chair next to him in a hurry and jammed the scythe with the back of the chair.

　　 Due to excessive force, the scythe got stuck in the back of the chair. The owner of the scythe pulled several times without success. Taking this opportunity, Fidel swung his sword forward and chopped off half of his opponent's face.

　　 The two immediately went to help others. With the addition of Pedro and Fidel, several other mercenaries quickly solved their opponents. Although there were some injuries, they were not fatal. Three robbers were shot dead, seven were hacked to death with swords, and two were taken prisoners. The corpse of the murdered robber lay all around in the wooden house.

　　 After a battle, the most injured was Malone, who had lost an ear. Pidro was very pleased. Especially the loot found in the wooden house made everyone ecstatic.

　　 Not to mention the more than three hundred Taylors and all kinds of velvet and velvet cotton cloth. Ten barrels of tar alone are higher than the employment fee of all the people present this time.

　　 "I said, let's not be any mercenaries at all. Let's be a robber who robs robbers." A mercenary murmured.

　　 "Then you wait to be robbed by the next group of robbers." Piedro was obviously in a good mood and joked.

　　 "Strange, didn't Village Chief Mikhail say that there are fourteen or five robbers?" Fidel looked at the corpse on the ground, then looked at the two prisoners, and said thoughtfully.

　　 Hearing what Fidel said, Pidro felt a coolness rushing into his forehead from the tail vertebrae. He grabbed the collar of the captive who was kneeling on the ground and asked viciously, "Where are the others!?"