The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

On the day of February 22, Vidawa suddenly swarmed into thousands of vehicles. These vehicles come in all kinds and varieties: some wheels are woven from wicker, some wheels have no spokes and are chiseled out of a whole piece of wood; there are four-wheeled carts of farmers and chaises of nobles.

Those with a high status and a high status bring servants, family and gifts, while those with a low status or pure eating and drinking are empty-handed.

Bashit led people to light countless fires in the square, and people used them for cooking. Barrels of wine were stacked in the open with the lid open, and anyone who wanted to drink would scoop them up.

Since the main leader has not yet appeared, Vidawa is crowded everywhere, people are standing next to each other, and they are in a mess, and there are noisy people everywhere, buzzing like a hive.

Some Jews, Austrians, or nearby farmers who had already smelled business opportunities brought all kinds of goods, and they just sold them along the street.

Mayor Hrubeni walked through the crowd. There were shouts, curses, children's crying, dog barking, and horse neighing in his ears.

"I have lived for so long, and I have never seen such a messy practice banquet." He thought as he walked.

As he passed Bacht, Hrubeni glanced at the black giant.

"Wait and see, if you don't go with me, I'll let you get out with those mud legs." Hrubeni thought viciously.

Like many people, Hrubeni had the idea of ​​Vidawa's farm and village after Chechen and Pidro had left. However, closer to the water tower than those people is that as the mayor of the city, Hrubeni knows that Cheerchen will leave everything to Bacht and the refugees placed here, so he had hoped to covet this large sum of money together with Bacht. Wealth turns the land into its own, and turns the peasants into serfs.

It is conceivable that Hrubeni was sternly rejected by Bashit.

He also hated Bashit.

After hitting a nail at Bashit, Khrubeni had to join forces with the foreign nobles and officials who coveted Vidava, which made him at least 30% less profit after the incident.

When he came to the Catholic church in Vidawa, Khrubeni asked if Pidro's Batpidro was still praying in front of the door. After getting a positive answer, Khrubeni stood at the door and waited.

The chapel inside the church was empty, with only two candles swaying in front of the altar, casting the red and golden flames on the face of the statue of Christ in plaster.

Pidro lay quietly on the ground, motionless.

The priest of this church is Father Spasokukotsky. He was surprised to see that Pidro was still here to pray and confess at such an important time today. But the priest still received Pedro.

"I'm guilty." This was Pidro's first and only sentence.

Then he was silent.

So, Father Spaso Kukotsky asked Piedro to confess his sin to **** Christ alone.

"I'm guilty." Pidro said silently in his heart.

After today, he will leave Vidava and embark on a path of rebellion against the king.

Regardless of the country, rebelling against the king is a felony.

"God, no matter how you want to punish me in the future. Please let me do this, and let the Alvar family become the distinguished gates of Poland and share the glory with the Republic." Piedro continued to pray.

For this day, he dismissed his nephew and wooed the Viscount Hessian and Marmite. Immediately, Bashit will also fall into his own urn.

After this, he will lead the mercenary group to join the army of Marshal Lubao Macki and command Warsaw.

"God! Bless me. Amen!" Pidro cried out again inwardly.

Perhaps it was God who responded to his call, or it was purely psychological. Piedro felt that his breathing became more and more relaxed. He felt a new vitality and new strength injected into his body. He felt His own mind became clearer and clearer, and a sense of happiness and warmth enveloped his whole body and mind.

In short, he felt that he was blessed by Christ.

"God!" Piedro raised his head and shouted.

Then he got up and went out.

The door of the church was opened, and Hrubeni saw Pidro come out, he hurriedly greeted him.

"My lord, it's 11 o'clock in five minutes," he whispered.

Pidro nodded.

He stepped forward and walked towards the center of the square under the path of the horse and the guard.

At 11 o'clock at noon on February 22, with the sound of three cannons, Hrubeni, on behalf of the people of the town, sent off Pidro in Latin according to traditional etiquette.

As usual, he asked Pidro not to leave his people, saying that once these helpless lambs leave their shepherds, they will be at a loss.

The people and residents standing in the front heard what he said, and they clapped their hands together and repeated: "Don't leave! Don't leave!"

Pidro's answer, of course, was that he and Cheorchen had to go.

At this time, representatives of nobles and officials handed gifts. Pidro took it after repeated rejections.

At this point, the farewell ceremony should have ended.

Next, it's time for the banquet.

But at this moment, an angry shout came from the crowd.

"Wait a moment!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound. I saw Bachter walking towards Pidro and his casual Hrubeni in stride, holding the trembling old man with Gesser in his hand.

When he walked in front of Pidro, Bachter stopped. He threw the man to the ground.

"Lord Chabrinchi!" Hrubeni saw the man's face clearly and said in shock.

This person is one of the nobles who conspired with Hrubeni to seize the land and peasants in Vidawa.

"Pidro, although it is presumptuous, but I want to ask you to do one last thing for us before leaving." Bachter said.

"what's up?"

"Punish your mayor Hrubeni." Bachter pointed at Hrubeni.

Then Basit opened his hand and gestured to the people around him, and then said loudly: "Everyone, I just heard a bad and infuriating news. Our municipal official Hrubeni, he and a group of shameless Together, the nobles will seek to seize our land and turn us into serfs after the departure of Chief Chechen and Deputy Chief Pidro. Moreover, the methods they use are legal, and the law gives them such power."

Everyone, especially the farmers who came from various villages and farms blasted the pot. They had no idea that they would suffer such a miserable fate immediately after Pedro left.

For a time, the timid really prayed for Pidro to stay and continue to be their father; the brave asked Pidro to kill Hrubeni.

Hrubeni collapsed and shivered.

Hrubeni may be a good hand at playing tricks behind his back, but once he is exposed to someone like Bacht who licks blood on the battlefield, he is no different from a mouse.

"Master, save me." Hrubeni cried to Pidro.

At this time, Pidro was his only life-saving straw.

Pidro helped Hrubeni. He pretended to be embarrassed and said to Bashit: "Bashit, Khrubeni is an official of the Republic and a courtier of His Majesty the King. Even if I am the lord of Vidava, I have no right to deal with him."

This remark made Hrubeni suddenly excited.

Yes, I am a nobleman, what can these mud legs do to myself?

Hrubeni raised his head, his provocative face and eyes seemed to say: "What do you dare to do to me?"

Bachter's silver teeth crunched ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He clenched his fist, really wanting to smash his fist on that provocative face.

But Bacht finally suppressed the impulse.

He asked Pidro: "Then what do you say about it?"

Pidro sighed, and he looked helpless.

Seeing Pidro's unwillingness to be fair for himself, Bacht was heartbroken. Suddenly he stepped forward and stepped on the chest of Lord Chabrinci, who fell on the ground, and then he grabbed the stunned Hrubeni and choked him by the neck.

From the beginning to the end, Pidro was watching. He didn't even blink his eyelids.

Because this is what Pedro wanted.

Bashit killed the two in full view. Knowing that his guilt is inevitable, he said to Pietro: "You should have the right to deal with me."