The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

It was the musket Chechen gave her that Princess Louise Henriette aimed at Boguslav.

Before, Louise Henriette had forgotten that she still had a pistol in a panic. At this time, she finally remembered.

Prince Boguslav stayed still.

"Aunt, what are you doing?" Boguslav smiled pretendingly cynically. His left foot also took a small step forward.

"Don't come here!" Louise Henriette raised the muzzle of the pistol upward.

"Prince, I will really shoot."

"Yoyoyo," Boguslav pursed his mouth, and said, "Auntie, are you really going to shoot me for an outsider?"

Louise Henriette looked at Cheerchen, who was lying on the ground and covering her chest wound, her heart was extremely firm at this time.

"Yes," said Louise Henriette. "Prince Boguslav, if you take one step forward, I will really shoot. I have already made a mistake once, and I don't want to make another mistake. Don't force me."

Boguslav knew that although his young aunt was weak on the outside, she was extremely strong on the inside. Moreover, what she kept on her body was the blood of Prince Orange, which was the blood of generations of soldiers.

Boguslav retracted his toes. He glanced at Cheerchen who was lying on the ground.

At this time Cheerchen was trying his best to cover his wound. Although the piercing was not deep due to the chain mail he was wearing inside, but due to the cruel agitation of Boguslav, the wound widened and caused him to bleed.

"Hey, aunt." Boguslav said to Louise Henriette, "I think this guy is going to die, if you don't bandage him to stop the bleeding."

Princess Louise Henriette glanced at Cheechen. Sure enough, Chechen's face and lips were gradually losing their blood.

Louise was about to step forward and leaned over for Cheerchen to bandage, but Cheerchen spoke to stop the princess.

"Don't, Your Royal Highness. Once you bandage me, you will be distracted. Then Boguslav will have a chance."

"It's Prince Boguslav." Boguslav corrected.

Although Cheechen saw through his attempt, Boguslav's face remained calm.

"Then let's continue to be in such a stalemate. I don't care, my troops will be found after a while." Boguslav spread his hands, and he continued to use his heart attack tactics.

"The person who will answer me will be there soon." Cheerchen was also unwilling to show weakness.

The two sides are so stalemate, forming a fragile balance. But everyone knows that as long as a trace of external force intervenes, this balance will be broken immediately.

Time passed by one minute and one second, during which Cheechen fainted twice due to excessive blood loss.

Jingle bell, Jingle bell.

There was a ring of bells, and the three of them cast their eyes outside at the same time.

"Just rest here," someone said from outside the wooden house.

Boguslav gave a disappointed expression. Because this is obviously not his own person.

The door was pushed open, and the wind and snow poured in with ice particles, and the cheeks of Boguslav and Louise Henriette were hurt.

"Passing by. The wind and snow are too big, please take the night out." Standing at the door, he said while patting the snow on the fur cap.

This person is extremely stocky, he has a round yellow face, small eyes, and a big nose.

Then, four or five people filed in, most of them also looked like this.

After Boguslav saw the looks of these people clearly, he was extremely surprised, because these people turned out to be Tatars rare in Sweden.

When these four or five people saw the situation inside the wooden house clearly, they all put their hands on the scimitar and bow and quiver around their waists, and they just blocked the door, and at the same time looked at Boguslav and Louise Henry with vigilance. Et.

There was a stalemate for a while, and finally Boguslav asked in a slow voice: "Hi, Tatars. Are you doing business from Crimea?"

The round-faced man was extremely angry when he heard Boguslav call himself a Tatar. He said gruffly: "Where we came from has nothing to do with you, and we are not your friends. If you are acquainted, put down the dagger."

Boguslav's expression changed immediately when he heard the Tatar being so unkind. As the patriarch of the Laziviu family, the panic nobleman was so robbed of him by a Tatar, how could he not be angry.

At this time, Louise Henriette's voice came from one side.

"Good-hearted people, my friend was stabbed and he is bleeding too much now. If you have medicine, please treat him, and I will repay you."

Louise Henriette’s words are undoubtedly much more pleasant, and she put down her gun early, appearing to be innocent. Therefore, the eyes of those people looking at Louise Henriette are more kind.

"Hey, girl. Look at what you said. Are we the bandits who robbed the house? We only rely on friends when we go out. We don't need compensation, we just need to avoid the wind and snow here. As for the knife and medicine, I don't have it, but mine. Master, you can ask him when he comes in." The round-faced Tatar said.

After the man said, he looked at Boguslav again. This time, his eyes and tone of voice were vicious.

"As for you, put down your weapons. I will only say it once."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two Tatars drew bows and arrows, aiming at Boguslav.

The situation is stronger than that of humans. Boguslav has only a dagger in his hand, not to mention that the opponent has a bow and arrow. Even if there is only a scimitar, he is not an opponent. He resisted the humiliation in his heart and raised his hand, but didn't throw away the dagger. Instead, he changed his face and said, "Hi, friend. Don't be angry. I was not good just now. I am here to apologize to you. I am here. It is Prince Boguslav of the Laziviu family. I don’t know if you have heard of my name. I have friendship with many Bey and Pasha from the Crimean Khanate. Who are you? If you come to the Kingdom of Sweden to do business, if you tell me, maybe I still know him."

For Boguslav, these words were already low enough. But instead of the other party's complexion, his sorrow was even thicker. The round-faced Tatar said solemnly: "Put down the weapon, or I will be welcome."

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from outside: "Cering, who are you talking to?"

Then, a young man in a luxurious mink coat walked in.

The round-faced man is obviously Ce Ling in the mouth of the young man. He hurriedly stood in front of the young man and said, "Taiji, be careful."

The young man showed no surprise or panic on his face when he saw the situation in the room, obviously he was extremely determined.

While the two were talking, Boguslav looked closely at the face of the young man afterwards. Boguslav saw that the young man's background was extraordinary. The value of the mink coat alone is worth a good manor. Because it is not ordinary mink, but the most expensive sable. Such a coat is not something you can buy if you have money. Boguslav believed that even the Khan of Crimea could not have more than five such mink coats.

"Is it the son of Bayezid Khan or the illegitimate son of Muhammad Gley?" Boguslav guessed.

Among all the people of the Crimean Khanate, Boguslav can only think of these two.

At this moment, the Tatar man named Ce Ling and the young man had finished talking about the ins and outs of the matter. The young man nodded and took a bottle of ointment from his arms.

"Miss, take this to your friend."

"Thank you," Louise Henriette said gratefully.

The princess stood up, ready to pick up the ointment.

But she stood up, Cheerchen's face that had been hiding behind her appeared. Seeing Cheerchen's face, the young man and the round-faced man exclaimed in unison: "Alvar!"

"You know?"

"You know?!"

Louise Henriette and Boguslav asked in unison.

Compared with the former, the tone of the latter is tense.

The prince did not expect that he would meet a group of people casually in this icy world, who turned out to be Alvar Chechen’s friends.

"Of course." The young man lifted the cloak above his head. If Chechen was awake at this moment, he would definitely exclaim, "Ayuqi!"

Those who came were Taiji Ayuqi of the Kalmyk Khanate and General Galdanceling. After returning to the territory of the Khanate and migrating the herdsmen from their headquarters to Cherkeske, they prepared the plan to travel around Europe. This preparation took more than a year. In August 1658, they finally set off. The first stop was Sweden, the military power in Europe that Cheorchen said.

And the reason why this is the first stop is that this is the hometown of the former maid, the Swedish Prigitt. With acquaintances leading the way, Ayu Wizard will not be at a loss for what to do.

Unexpectedly, in order to avoid the wind and snow, they encountered Chechen who was seriously injured and unconscious here.

This may be the will of the Buddha.

"This guy is in Cherkessk, but it makes me suffer." Ayuqi said.

This remarked Boguslav's worries and joy.

"It turns out that this is a person who has the same grudges with Chechen as himself." Boguslav thought to himself.

Thinking of this, Boguslav moved the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that he fascinated countless aristocratic girls in the French court and made the male aristocrats extremely jealous.

"It turned out to be a misunderstanding. Ayuqitaiji." Boguslav said.

Since he didn't know what title to call Ayuqi, Boguslav used Taiji, who was just called Ayuqi by Gardan Tsero.

"This **** Alvar Chechen and I are also unshakable enemies."

"Really?" Ayuqi glanced at Chechen and then at Boguslav, and smiled evilly: "Then I can hand him over to you?"

Princess Louise Henriette did not expect things to turn so sharply. She hurriedly guarded Cheerchen behind her back, and then raised her gun to aim at Ayuqi, but Galdan was stunned. The pistol fell to the ground.

"Of course it's good," Boguslav responded: "I am Prince Boguslav of the Laziviu family. Your subordinates have never heard of my name, but I think you should have heard of Taiji. Laziviu The family is a well-known family in Lithuania, rich and rich. You give me these two people, you are a friend of the Laziwiu family. And our Laziwiu family is the most kind to friends. I have always been generous with friends. money."

"So you are rich? How about Biarval? When I fought him in Crimea, he was a bey." Ayuqi asked deliberately.

Boguslav boasted: "The estates and estates of the Laziviu family are all over Lithuania. We have more fiefdom than a German duchy."

"That's great." Ayuqi clapped his hands and said: "Then if I sell Alvar to you, what price would you like to pay?"

Hearing this, Boguslav was taken aback. He didn't expect the Tatar in front of him to have a business talk with him.

Although Boguslav was telling the truth, the Laziviu family did have so many assets, but these assets were either destroyed by the fire or fell into the hands of the Republican army during the war. In order to support the army, he is already stretched out now~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But after the boasting meal just now, if he took out a small amount of money, it would undoubtedly lose his face, and it would make these Tatars look down.

Boguslav shook his teeth as he prepared to quote a price of 10,000 talers.

But before Boguslav could speak, Princess Louise Henriette said first: "I'll give you 30,000 talers. I am the wife of Frederick William, the electorate, and the daughter of Prince Orange. I am. Words count. I just ask you not to hurt him."

Ayuqi tutted twice, and seemed extremely satisfied with the price. He even gave the ointment to Louise Henriette again and asked him to apply it to Cheerchen.

Boguslav began to panic. He knew whether Ayuqi was his friend or enemy, and now it all depends on the price given.

"Taiji, I'll give you fifty thousand talers." Boguslav yelled anxiously, "and right away. My territory is in Miatelsk, very close to here. You and me go back, I have nothing to do with it. I'll give you less."

In order to prevent Louise Henriette from overweighting, Boguslav reminded Ayuqi that both Louise Henriette’s husband and his father are far away in Königsberg and Amsterdam in the Netherlands, and they are definitely not as good as their own. Convenient and fast.

These words seemed to change A Yuqi's mind again. He opened his arms and made a friendly gesture to Boguslav.

Boguslav laughed. Although embracing a Tatar seemed inconsistent with Boguslav, he couldn't care about it now.

The two hugged each other. Boguslav felt Ayuqi's arms tightly around him like iron bars.

"Taiji, what are you?"

"Your prince, now you should make a price for yourself." Ayuqi said with a smile.