The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 "Father, I am guilty."

　　 In a tavern called "Bull", Cheerchen said to Father Spaso Kukecki. After speaking, he might feel that he finally said what was in his heart, and Cheerchen let out a heavy sigh of relief.

　　 "Huh? What are you talking about?" Father Spaso Kukecki didn't seem to hear clearly, and asked again. At that time, the priest had already had his third glass of beer.

　　 So, Tetsuchen said the words just now again.

　　 This time, the priest heard it clearly. So, Father Spaso Kukecki took off his drunkenness, straightened his body, and put on a sacred face.

　　 "My child," Spasokuktsky said, "God will forgive you. Amen."

　　 After finishing speaking, Father Spaso Kuktsky's sacred ground quickly fell off, and he poured himself a glass of beer, took the glass and drank it, and turned back into a drunkard.

　　 Uh, is this over? I haven't said my sins yet!

　　 Seeing that the priest in front of him was so peculiar, Cheerchen couldn't help dripping a drop of cold sweat.

　　 "Father, I haven't said the sin and repentance in my heart yet." Cheerchen reminded Spaso Kukecki.

　　 After Tetsuchen reminded him, the drunk priest seemed to remember that there was such a step. So he put down the wine glass again, changed his face, ready to listen to Cheerchen's confession.

　　 So, Cheerchen prepared to confess everything in his heart to God.

　　 But at this time, the door of the tavern was pushed open hard, and there was a loud noise. Immediately afterwards, a large group of people rushed in from outside the door. Cheerchen had also seen the first one, the Cossack officer Oleg who was insulted by Feodor at the banquet.

　　 Oleg also saw Cheerchen. Although he didn't know Cheerchen's name, he also remembered that this half-year-old child was also a guest at the banquet that day, like a mercenary. So he walked toward the table where Chechen and Father Spasokuktsky were.

　　 "Hey, kid. We've seen it before. At that old bastard's banquet." Oleg kicked a bench away, put one foot on the edge of the table, and said contemptuously.

"You may have admitted the wrong person. I haven't attended any old bastard's banquet." Although I know that the old **** in Oleg's mouth refers to City Lord Feodor, Oleg's defiant attitude makes Chechen very much. Unhappy; secondly, as his employer, even if Fyodor does too much, he can't call him "old bastard". So Cheerchen and Oleg played a word game.

　　 "Don't pretend to be a fool, you and them are in the same group. Don't think I don't know." Oleg picked up a wine glass on the table and slammed it on the table. The scattered liquid even splashed on the faces of Cheer Chen and the priest.

　　 "Your wine is spilled, sir." This time, Tetsuchen was really confused. He didn't understand that he obviously wanted to help Oleg at the banquet that day, although he didn't help much in the end. But he didn't want to be grateful, and now he found his own fault.

Snapped. Oleg patted the table heavily with the wine glass again. This time, the drink splashed even higher. Chechen felt that a light rain seemed to fall on top of his head.

　　 When the Cossack next to him saw this, he laughed like a joke.

　　 Now, Tetsuchen can't bear it anymore. He stood up and put his hands to his waist instinctively. Touched, but felt empty. It turned out that he was so anxious to walk out today that he had forgotten the "hummingbird" in his residence.

"What's the matter? Boy, do you want to fight?" Oleg and his Cossack companions also found that Cheerchen was unarmed, and they became even more presumptuous. Oleg even raised his yellow-haired fist like a wine jar. stand up.

　　 "Boy, would you like to smell it and ask."

　　 At this time, Father Spasokuktsky, who had been silent for a while, raised his head, and put his nose up.

　　 "I smell death." The priest pretended to sniff a few times and said.

　　 "There is a knowledge"

　　 Oleg's "goods" hadn't been exported yet, the priest had already lifted the tail of the spear on his back, and then hit Oleg's chin heavily.

　　 This blow staggered Oleg, his body lost his balance, and he retreated several steps. If it weren't for the companion behind him to hold him, Oleg would have been lying on the ground.

　　 "It's a pity that the one who died is the owner of this fist." Father Spaso Kukecki held the middle of the gun body, pointed the gun head at the Cossack in front of him, then turned his head and said to Chechen:

　　 "Child, **** said if someone slaps you on the left cheek."

　　 "Then you stretch your right cheek over and beat him." Cheechen said.

　　 But why is this wrong on this occasion?

　　 "No, the last part of the sentence is: then even the other party's right cheek will be hit." The priest smiled slightly at Cheor Chen.

　　 "Yeah." Cheorchen nodded vigorously. He grabbed the two empty wine bottles on the table, using Quan as a weapon.

　　 Other people in the tavern, seeing that it was a big fight, they had already seized the door.

　　 "Walk away for me." Oleg pushed the Cossack away, his chin was red and swollen, and his nose was bleeding.

　　 "I'll be here alone." Oleg wiped the blood from his nose, which made his face stained with blood, making it even more terrifying.

　　 "Heh." When Father Spaso Kukecki saw Oleg pounced on him, he hurriedly shot his spear in his throat.

　　 But the priest's gun is fast, and Oleg's hand is not slow. When the tip of the gun was less than half an inch from his throat, Oleg's left hand grasped the handle of the gun. At this point, the tip of the gun is difficult to move forward.

　　 "Things to die for."

　　 Oleg relied on his great strength to pull the spear away from his throat little by little. He raised his right fist and swung it at the priest's temple.

　　 This punch is very powerful. Even if Chechen's wine bottle hit Oleg's head, it didn't affect its speed in the slightest.

　　 No way, Father Spaso Kukecki had to let go of his hands holding the gun body, and it was more than enough. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　Even though they had escaped a blow, the environment that Cheor Chen and the priest faced was worse than before. The two didn't have any weapons in their hands, and even though Oleg received a blow to the head, he looked like a okay person. With a grinning smile, he drew a dagger from his waist and dangled it twice in front of the two of them.

　　Although Oleg still had a saber on his waist, Oleg didn't intend to use it. After being hit twice in a row, Oleg's animality was aroused. He just wants to torture these two people slowly now.

　　 Cheerchen and Father Spasokuktsky stepped back, and quickly retreated to the wall, there was no way to go back.

　　 "Father, I'm sorry," Cheerchen said to Spaso Kukecki. He felt that it was his own fault that got the priest in.

"This is the will of God, my child. Also, thank you for your wine. I haven't had such a good drink for almost half a year." Spaso Kukecki didn't take it seriously for Cheerchen's apology. He still Thank you Cheer Chen for inviting him to drink.

　　 "If you have something to say, go to hell." Oleg saw that the two people were so calm when they were about to die, and furiously swung a dagger toward Chechen's throat.

　　 A splash of blood. Oleg's dagger was inserted into Ke Cheechen's arm fiercely-at the critical moment, Cheechen blocked the fatal blow to the throat with his hand.

　　 "Does this kid dare to stop?" Oleg couldn't see a trace of pity on his face, he smiled and said to the Cossack beside him. Then he ordered someone to drive Spaso Kukecki so that he could concentrate on playing with the little guy in front of him.

　　 "The Spanish captain is to blame, kid." Oleg grabbed Cheorchen who was lying on the ground in pain, and said pointedly.

　　 Immediately afterwards, a saber wiped Cheerchen's neck.

　　 "Stop it." An old voice shouted.