The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

On the second night when Boguslav obtained his thorough understanding, Colonel Jerzy Khaletsky in Werna once again visited the hotel he had been to.

Today’s Colonel Jerzy Khaletsky, like his “loyalty” Prince Mihavu, has begun to go downhill. As Lvbao Macki’s love for Chechen is increasing day by day, Prince Mihavu seems to be getting more and more. Marginalization, and even the status of Colonel Jerzy Khaletsky, has plummeted.

However, unlike Prince Mihav, who was so decadent and indulged in Gentle Township, Colonel Jerzy Khaletsky did not show the slightest dissatisfaction and resentment on the surface at least. He still tried his best to do his job well, but he was more silent than before.

There are still not many people in the pub today. The tavernkeeper recognized Colonel Jerzy Khaletsky, and he took the Colonel to the place where he often sat.

On the next table in that location was also a person with his back facing him. The tavern owner asked Colonel Jerzy Khaletsky if he ordered a glass of honey according to the old rules, but Colonel Jerzy Khaletsky refused.

It's freezing cold, or soju is more suitable for his stomach.

After taking a sip of wine, Colonel Jerzy Khaletsky put down his glass.

Then, he heard the familiar voice behind him: "His Majesty King Carl X salutes you."

Jerzy Khaletsky frowned.

"Why didn't you say that Jerzy Khaletsky was dancing in the closet?" the colonel asked bluntly.

The voice paused behind him, as if he hadn't expected Jerzy Khaletsky to say such a thing.

Seeing the other party slumped, Jerzy Khaletsky felt happy for no reason.

With the capture of Prince Boguslav this time, Jerzy Khaletsky felt more and more that the Swedes were defeated on the battlefield of Lithuania. Although he committed gang **** because of his greed and fear of life and death, he exhaled in his heart.

But before Jerzy Khaletsky was happy enough, the voice rang again: "Jerzy Khaletsky is dancing in the closet."

"you!"

Jerzy Khaletsky was furious, and he turned his head abruptly. Due to the excessive force, the wine in the wine glass on the table in front of him was swayed violently.

But before Jerzy Khaletsky could say anything about you, the next sentence from that man made Jerzy Khaletsky dumbfounded.

"The great King Karl X is coming back."

I'm back, where? Obviously it is Poland.

Jerzy Khaletsky swallowed hard.

The sense of superiority and pride he had accumulated just now disappeared in an instant.

Jerzy Khaletsky was afraid of Karl X just as a mouse was afraid of a cat. No, Jerzy Khaletski may be a mouse, but Karl X is by no means a cat. He is a male lion, a Nordic male lion.

In fact, not only Jerzy Khaletski was afraid of Karl X, but the Polish army also had a phobia of Karl X. The cause of this disease is Karl X's invincible record.

Regardless of the battle, as long as Karl X is the commander, the Swedish army has never been defeated. Even if they are not beaten and surrounded by them, they can all retreat under Karl X's cunning plans.

The Polish generals against Karl X, from King Jan Kazimierz, to General Stefan Czarnetski and Sapega, all suffered miserable defeats, even if they had a small victory. But then there will be a big defeat.

Especially in the second battle of Warsaw, the Polish army still suffered a miserable defeat with nearly twice the strength of its forces. Even the winged cavalry charge, which had never been unfavorable in the past, failed to change the situation.

Although Marshal Lubaumacki, who is now in charge of Lithuanian military affairs, did not face-to-face with Karl X, Jerzy Khaletski was convinced that Marshal was not Karl X's opponent either. Because in Jerzy Khaletsky’s view, the marshal’s military talents are at best as good as those of Brae Wichensburg on the opposite side—this is still in Stefan Czarnetsky’s general. With the assistance of the leader of Sapega.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty is coming back?" Jerzy Khaletski stammered and asked in a low voice.

He unconsciously used "Your Majesty" to call Karl X.

Originally, the word should be called Jan Kazimierz, the only legal monarch of the Republic.

"Yes," the man's tone revealed gloat and ridicule.

He was mocking Jerzy Khaletsky's pros and cons.

"The majestic and majestic eyes of the great Karl X have looked towards Lithuania. The warriors who have returned from the Danish and Norwegian campaigns are already on their way to Lithuania."

Jerzy Khaletsky swallowed again, and he felt unusually thirsty.

At this time, Jerzy Khaletsky had completely lost the ability to think.

His mind went blank.

"What does your Majesty need me to do?" The colonel asked hard for a while. At this time, he has not dared to resist a trace of resistance.

"Your Majesty wants to know what happened to Prince Boguslav?"

"The prince has surrendered to the marshal...no...to Lübau Macki. And he will surrender control of the 20,000 army and Miatelsk. Also, Louise Princess Henriette and Prince Frederick are also in the marshal's mansion." Jerzy Khaletsky said what the other party asked and what he didn't ask.

"Yes?"

"Yes, yes. It's true." Jerzy Khaletsky was afraid that the other party would not believe him, he said in a more serious tone: "Seven days later, the marshal will personally go to Miatelsk to take over the entire fortress."

There was another long silence.

Just when Jerzy Khaletsky thought that the conversation between the two was over, the voice spoke again: "Thank you ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ Colonel. Your information is very important."

Then, something touched Jerzy Khaletsky's buttocks. The colonel looked down, but it was a leather bag.

"This is a reward for you. Remember, King Karl X is very kind. He will not forget how a person who is sincerely loyal to him, nor will he let anyone rebel and betray him."

After speaking, the man finished the last sip of the wine in the glass, then stood up and left the tavern.

It was not until the door of the tavern was closed again for a long time that Jerzy Khaletsky took a swig of soju.

Then, he felt the dark and opened the leather bag under the table. He dug into it, and it was a hand of gold coins. There are 200 pieces in this bag.

After more than ten minutes, the colonel also stood up. He generously rewarded the tavernkeeper with a gold coin, then tied the leather bag around his waist and walked out of the tavern.

Outside, the snow began to fall again. The last frontier of fire and sword