The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

When the bright moon was in the sky, Cheechen, who had awakened from a coma, got up from the pile of corpses.

"Uncle, uncle!"

"Fatima, Fatima!"

"..."

He yelled the names of every family member and companion, but no one answered him.

Cheechen fiddled with the corpse in a hurry. Through the moonlight, he identified whether he had his relatives and companions one by one.

Each corpse represents the departure of a young life. These people are still alive in the morning, but now their bodies are slowly decayed, and their souls have already flown to heaven.

After searching for a dozen or so in a row, Cheerchen didn't find the person he wanted to find.

"Uncle Pidro! Fatima!" Cheerchen shouted up to the sky.

Although not finding the body means that Uncle Pietro and them are still alive, but Cheerchen has no such optimistic imagination at this time-in today's battle, he saw more than once the soldiers of the enemy and us were hit by artillery shells and bombs. In, so as to disappear.

Fortunately, this shout finally got a response.

"Stop calling, we are here."

Cheerchen heard that it was Uncle Pidro's voice.

He ran over to the sound and saw Uncle Pietro leaning against the bottom of a wall.

If you don't look carefully, Cheerchen can't really recognize his uncle. At this time, Pidro's face was like black charcoal, full of gunpowder smoke, and his hair was full of burnt marks; the breastplate on his body was broken in countless ways, like a piece of broken copper, half of his habitual hand. The sword was full of gaps left by the sword.

By Pidro's side, Father Spasokukotsky and Bachter, as well as Yelisei and others, also looked like evil spirits. Their bodies were also covered with wounds. Although they were bandaged, blood still oozes out of the bandage.

Cheerchen didn't care about himself, he consoled each of his companions one by one. When he walked in front of the last Father Spasokukotsky, Cheerchen woke up suddenly.

There is no Fatima in the crowd, and no wife of his own.

"Uncle, where's Fatima?" Cheerchen asked anxiously.

Without waiting for Pidro to speak, Cheerchen asked Father Spasokukotsky impatiently.

"Father, where is Fatima?! Have you seen Fatima?"

"I'm here."

At this time, Fatima's voice came from behind Chelchen.

Cheechen turned his head, but saw Fatima standing behind him with the injured Xie Miao.

Compared with others, Fatima suffered the least injury. This is also due to the special training she has received since she was a child and the instinct of an assassin.

Cheerchen rushed forward and put Fatima in his arms.

"I'm looking for you, looking for you." Cheer Chen said.

"Me too."

Fatima lay on Cheechen's chest like a child cuddling with a loving mother.

After the battle, she has been looking for her husband. It was during this process that Piedro, Yelisei, and Father Spasokukotsky were found by Fatima and helped to the corner to rest.

On June night, the prairie breeze is warm and warm, and a bright moon sheds silver brilliance. Cheerchen and Fatima cuddled and cuddled like this.

Pidro looked at the men and women with a silly smile on their faces.

Yelisei grinned, and he said to Father Spasokukotsky on the side: "Father, if we can return safely from here, you must preside over the wedding for me."

Father Spasokukotsky glanced at Yelishei, and saw that his eyes were looking at Chechen and Fatima with admiration, as if he was looking at his lover, and he knew that the Russian youth was also in love.

"A word is a deal."

"A word is a deal."

As the soldiers gradually recovered their strength, more and more people in Konotup Fort stood up. They began to consciously clean up the bodies of their companions and mended the bunker with wood and stone.

Among the officers, except for the death of Company Captain Hevadki and the serious injury of Jamid Popovich who is being rescued, everyone else has gathered at the corner of the wall, except for Viscount Hessian.

"The Viscount is gone? Have you all looked for it?" Cheer Chen asked a Cossack named Ma Mai.

This Cossack is in his twenties and he belongs to Jamie Popovich's company. Ma Mai has a handsome eyebrow, but he is very brave in battle. After Jamie Popovich was seriously injured, he replaced Jamie Popovich as the company commander.

Ma Mai shook his head: "We've found all the people who should be looking for, but we didn't see the Viscount. Team leader, someone saw Viscount Hess dressed as a Cossack and went out of the city, I'm afraid he is..."

Mammy didn't say the following words, but it meant that Viscount Hessen had surrendered or surrendered.

Cheerchen pressed his temple in anguish.

Viscount Hessian's surrender to the enemy is nothing worse than this.

"You go down first." Cheerchen waved his hand.

After Mamai left, Chechen sat alone on the bench of the Orthodox church in Konotup Fort.

A man’s voice came from outside the church. It was the Cossacks and some mercenaries who regarded the trophies as more important than life, stripping the deceased’s clothes. The small oil lamps in their hands flickered on the battlefield like fireflies. There is a person who is gently humming a sweet song, and the meaning of the words is quite inconsistent with what he is doing at the moment:

"I don't take silver to my heart,

Don't take gold to heart,

Don't be greedy for flocks of cattle and sheep-

Even if you fall under a crooked fence and die,

Even if hunger makes me impermanent,

As long as I can be by your side! "

But after a while, that activity began to fade away, and finally stopped completely. The four sides were silent, and the only thing breaking the silence was the voice of the sentry on the wall.

On such a quiet, clear and warm night, Chechen's heart was depressed. Because he had to admit it painfully—I'm afraid that he couldn't insist that Vigowski led the army to come.

The battle reports counted by Fedot were given to Chechen one after another. Of the four thousand defenders of Konotop Fort, there are only one thousand and two hundred people who can fight, which is considered to be minor injuries. .

What's more serious is that the munitions in the castle are seriously inadequate. On average, each musketeer can only be allocated fifty rounds of ammunition and the corresponding gunpowder; all but a three-pound gun is bombed or damaged.

"Only one more attack from the enemy can be blocked." This was the judgment made by Cheorchen.

After that, Fort Konotop and his own destiny can only be dictated by God.

What about surrender? Cheerchen hadn't thought about it. But the cruelty of the Russians and Cheechen's professional ethics categorically rejected this idea. Perhaps surrender can save some people's lives-at least, to the Russians like Yelisei, Fedot, and Semeniao, Prince Alexei should be able to take advantage of his compatriots, and like himself, Ah Prince Lexche might also spare his life for admiring himself. But most of the people, the Cossacks, the Russians would certainly not show mercy to them. These people trust themselves and follow them to guard Konotop. How can they bear to exchange their names for their lives?

Just as Cheerchen desperately accepted the result, a cloak was put on his shoulder.

"Fatima~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Cheerchen shook the comer's hand.

"Let's take a break, Cheerchen." Fatima advised Cheerchen.

"Fatima!" Chechen said, "Listen to me, Fatima!"

"What do you want to say? Dear Cheerchen!"

"To be honest, we both feel extremely happy together, but I often think that if one of us tragically sacrifices, the other must be heartbroken."

Fatima suddenly realized that Cheor Chen was saying goodbye to herself. Her face was as gray as death.

Fatima folded her hands on her chest and made a prayer. She said, "Cheerchen, please don't say that. Please be kind to yourself and me!"

At this time, Cheerchen laughed.

"I'm a shy person, so I think instead of making me cry for your death, it's better for you to pay homage to me. I know your skills, although the Russians outside the city are tightly guarded, but you even the Ottoman Sultan of Turkey You can come and go freely in the palace, and leave Konotop Fort safely. You must be fine."

But Fatima was already crying and trembling all over, her mouth just said upside down: "I don't want to listen to this, I don't want it, I don't want it!"

Cheechen held Fatima's hand tighter.

"No, Fatima. You have to listen. If we are just one person, I would love to have you and me to live and die together. But we have children, and she is the continuation of our blood. Do you have the heart that she will lose both her father and Mother?"

"no no"

"So you have to live, both for me and for Anna."

Cheerchen was dressed neatly in the church before the sun came out. He looked lovingly at Fatima and said, "Remember, Fatima, live for our children!"

After speaking, Cheerchen glanced at the sky.

"It's nothing," he muttered to himself.