The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 The young man who was caught by Cheechen was Yelishei. After the young nobleman of Tsarist Russia learned of the conspiracy of General Yakov Cherkaski to massacre the mercenary group, he fell into a state of anxiety and deep contradiction.

　　 Yelishei certainly knew this mercenary group, and he also knew that many of his compatriots and comrades died under the mercenary group led by Franco. If it were on the battlefield, Yelishei would not hesitate to draw his sword and fight to the end for the duties of a soldier and the honor of the nobility, **** shirt.

　　 But slaughtering a group of unarmed surrenders, this is beyond Yelishei's bottom line. Although he is not the eldest son of the family, the education given to their brothers by Yelishei is no different. When he was a child, Yelishei's father taught Yelishei to cherish the glory of the nobility. In Yelishei's view, the slaughter of prisoners of war is the most tarnishing of the status of aristocracy.

　　 Yelisei thought of admonishing General Yakov Cherkaski not to do this. But he knew very well that he was light-hearted. Not only would such advice not have any effect, it would set fire to himself and hurt himself.

　　 He also thought about going to the mercenary group secretly to remind the mercenary group to run away quickly, but he couldn't pass his own level again. He is a nobleman of Tsarist Russia and a descendant of the Boyer nobleman who regards loyalty as his life. How can he betray his motherland to help foreigners?

　　 Needless to say, Yelishei’s personality is contradictory. It is precisely because of this contradiction that Yelishei knew that he had made a decision today. He wanted to tell Prince Alexei about this matter. Only when the Prince was asked to come forward could he rescue the mercenary group.

　　 Therefore, Yelishei took the horse from the stables of the castle without notifying anyone, preparing to catch up with the prince’s army. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the gate of the city, he was caught by a half-year-old boy.

　　 "I don't know, you can ask someone else." Yelishei tried hard to pull back the sleeve that Cheechen was holding back. The matter is urgent, and he has no time to delay.

　　 But Cheechen was a little unhappy when he saw Ye Lixie Yi knowing that he was so perfunctory, and he pulled back his sleeves impatiently. Instead of letting go, he grasped it tighter.

　　 "You know for sure, let me know. It won't delay you too much time."

　　 "Let it go!" Yeli Xieyi was anxious. Seeing Cheerchen not only didn't let go, but he pulled it tighter and felt anxious. Seeing that the flow of people around him was sparse, he simply jumped on his horseback. This time, he finally got rid of Cheerchen's entanglement.

　　 "I'm really in a hurry, you'll know when you enter the city." Yelishei left this sentence and rushed to the horizon.

　　 "Tetsuchen, are you okay."

　　 Pidro, who had been taken into the city gate by the crowd, saw Cheerchen not following him, and hurriedly turned back to the city gate to look for it. Seeing Cheerchen holding his right palm with his left hand, he also asked with an expression of pain on his face, worriedly.

　　 "It's nothing, uncle. It's just that the palm of your hand was scratched."

　　 It turned out that during the pulling just now, Cheerchen's palm was scratched by the armor piece on Yelishei's sleeve. A cut was made on the delicate palm of the hand by the edge of the round armor piece.

　　Pidro looked at the palm of his nephew's injured palm, the wound was not deep but just scratched.

　　 But in this era without antibiotics, even a tiny wound will kill people if it is not treated properly. Pidro didn't dare to be careless, so he quickly took out the wound medicine and applied it on Cheerchen.

　　 "Uncle, is there any gathering in the city today."

　　 After waiting for Uncle Pidro to bandage himself, Cheerchen asked again.

　　 "I don't know, but there should be a big deal with so many people. When we sell the bear skins, my uncle will show you." Of course, Pidro knew Cheerchen's child's disposition, so he promised.

　　 In this way, Cheerchen really wanted to sell the bear skin that was "in the way" immediately. He pulled Pidro and ran to the merchant area quickly, but Pedro dragged Chechen to the direction of the inn.

　　 Entering the inn, Pidro asked the guy in the inn, "Which room does the Lord Everish live in?"

　　 The one named Everich is Pedro and the team leader who escorted them from Riga to Smolensk. They should have left long ago, but they had to stay in Smolensk for a few months due to the war. Now that the war is finally over, Averich's caravan is also preparing to leave here. Pidro found here, just trying to sell him the bear skins. After all, Pidro knows Everich better than the local businessmen in Smolensk.

　　 The dude pointed to the third room upstairs, indicating that the Everrich that Piedro was talking about lived there.

　　 Maybe the sixth sense, Cheer Chen suddenly felt that someone in the corner was looking at him. He turned his head and looked at the corner of the inn, where a bearded man with a round hat was sitting next to a square table. The man's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he was staring at Cheerchen.

　　 Seeing a stranger who had never met staring straight at him, Cheorchen felt very uncomfortable. Although there is no malice in that person's eyes.

"Uncle, look over there." Cheerchen wanted to remind Pedro to pay attention to the man, but Pedro was not listening to Cheerchen at all. He quickly pulled Cheerchen upstairs and knocked upstairs. The door of the third room.

　　 Soon, the door was opened.

　　 "Mr. Pidro, and Mr. Cheorchen. Is there anything you came to see for me so early?" Avery asked in surprise when he saw these two acquaintances.

　　 "Mr. Everich, of course we came to you to do business with you." Pidro lifted the package in his hand and shook.

　　 Averich clearly saw the bear skin exposed at the corner of the package. He showed a sincere smile unique to a businessman, and then hurriedly invited two nephews and uncles in.

　　 Waiting for Pidro and Chechen to come in, Avery can't wait to take the package from Pidro and place it on the table to open it.

　　 As soon as he saw the bear skin, Everich's eyes lit up. This is indeed a perfect bear skin. Not only is it bright in color, but it is also rare that there is no damage on the top and bottom of the bear skin.

　　 "How is it? Not bad." Piedro saw Averich's concentrated eyes, and knew that Averich had been fascinated by the bear skin.

　　 "It's really a good fur," Averich praised.

　　 "The six hundred Tyler will sell you." Piedro said bluntly.

　　 "Six hundred?" Everrich was taken aback, and he quickly estimated the price in his head. To be honest, six hundred Taylors are not expensive.

　　 "Well, six hundred is six hundred."

　　 Unlike the judicious Jewish businessmen, Avery is a typical Swedish character, and he will not hesitate as long as he fits his own mind.

　　 "Deal." Piedro happily shook hands with Everich.

　　 Avery took out a leather pouch full of Taylor from the box beside the bed and handed it to Pedro, then put the bear skin away cautiously.

　　 Seeing that the transaction was completed so quickly, Tetsuchen hurriedly urged his uncle to come to the square.

　　When the business was done, Piedro and Everich chatted.

　　 "Mr. Avery, you are going to return home soon."

　　 "Yes, I will leave tomorrow. How long do you have to stay here?"

　　Efrich knew that the mercenary group had signed a surrender agreement, but did not know the length of time stipulated in the agreement.

　　 "There are still three months left, this time is really tough."

　　 At the thought of those long three months, Piedro was also bitter.

　　 "Then do you have any plans in the future? I mean three months later." Averich asked again.

　　 "It depends on our captain." Although Franco's plan is already known about the future of the mercenary group, Pidro didn't dare to disclose it to outsiders easily.

　　 "Of course Captain Franco is far-sighted." Everich said without nutrition. He was good at observing words and colors, of course he heard that Pidro was reluctant to talk more on this issue.

　　 "Mr. Everich, who will win this war in your opinion?"

　　 Tetsuchen, who was originally a listener, asked a question that was of interest to him.

　　 "Of course it is the Republic of Poland." Avery said confidently.

　　 "Why?" Even Pidro was interested this time.

　　The totality of the Battle of Smolensk made Pedro not optimistic about the future of the Republic of Poland.

"Because the great King Karl will not let the atrocities of Tsarist Russia be ignored. Our great King has warned the so-called Tsar not to covet the territory of the Republic of Poland, and threatened that if Tsarist Russia invades Poland, he will certainly defend it. Poland did not hesitate to fight with Tsarist Russia." Avery said confidently.

　　King Karl is Karl X, the current king of the Kingdom of Sweden.

　　 "Did King Carl really say that?" Piedro asked eagerly.

　　If the Swedes will really participate in this war, then the army of the backward Tsarist Russia will indeed not be the opponent of the combined forces of Poland and Sweden.

　　 "Of course, His Majesty the King has spoken generously in Parliament on more than one occasion. He even proposed to help the Republic of Poland suppress the Cossacks in Zaporozhye." Everich promised.

　　 "If this is the case, that would be great." Pidro said with heartfelt emotion.

　　 He really didn't want Franco to fail again after following Poland.

　　 At this time, someone knocked on the door of the room again.

　　 "Who is it?" Averich quickly put the bear skin in place, and then asked.

　　 "It's me, Mr. Everich. I'm Fedot." the person outside the door replied.

　　 "Why are you here again?"

　　 Chechen clearly felt that Everrich was obviously impatient with this Fedot's attitude.

　　 "Mr. Everich, I'm here with money this time," said the Fydot outside the door.

"How much?"

　　 "One hundred Taylor."

　　 "Not enough, not enough. Didn't I tell you? There are no two hundred Taylors to avoid talking." In the last sentence, Avery said with a roar. UU Reading www.udkanshu.com

　　 There was no movement outside.

　　 "What's the matter? Mr. Avery, does the man outside want to buy anything?" Cheerchen asked strangely.

　　 "Buy a gun."

　　 "Buy a gun? What kind of gun is so expensive?" Cheor Chen was a little shocked.

　　 In Eastern Europe at the time, the price of an ordinary matchlock musket was only a few dozen Taylors, and even the most advanced Micarai musket was only a hundred Taylors. And this musketeer of Everich was even sold at a sky-high price of two hundred Taylors.

　　 "Of course it is not an ordinary musket. My musket has a long range and is powerful enough."

　　Pidro was about to say that Everrich was bragging, and asked him to take out the amazing musket. But at this moment, the door of the room was kicked open.

　　 "Fedot, you, what are you doing!?" Everich shouted in fear.

　　 Cheechen was surprised to find that this Fedot turned out to be the middle-aged man who had been staring at him just now.

　　 "Mr. Everrich, I really can't help it. You take this hundred Taylor first, you lend me the musket, and I will return it to you when I use it up."

　　 Originally, Cheechen thought that this man named Fedot would probably rob him when he broke in, but he unexpectedly pleaded.

　　 "This is a poor man, too." Cheor Chen thought to himself.

"Borrow? What if you don't get it back! Hurry up, hurry up." Everich had a guilty conscience when he saw Fedot break in, fearing that he would do anything unusual. I will see Fedot here. The stamina is inwardly, and the anger grows strong again.

　　 Seeing that Everich had no room for respite, Fedot's face was blue and red. In the end he seemed to have made a lot of determination and stretched his hand to his back.

　　 "Be careful!" Cheerchen shouted.

　　 Fedot pulled out a dagger from behind.