The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 As soon as Tetsuchen's voice fell, Fedot's dagger had reached Everich's chest.

　　 "Fedot, don't get excited. If you have something to talk about slowly." Averich raised his hands, indicating that Zhejiang has given up resistance.

　　 And Chelchen and Pidro also raised their hands. Neither of them carried weapons this time into the city. After all, as a member of the mercenary group who is a quasi-prisoner of war, it is already an excellent treatment to be able to enjoy a certain amount of freedom of activity. Let the prisoners of war enter the city with weapons, unless Prince Alexei's brain is burned out.

　　 "Mr. Avery, I just want to borrow that gun and use it. You just have to give me the gun, and the hundred Taylors are still yours."

　　 This Mr. Fedot is obviously a robber for the first time, so even if he has the advantage, he is pleading for unnecessary coercion.

　　 "Of course, of course. I will lend you the gun." As Averich said, he took a few steps back with his hands. He retreated to the corner of the bed and pulled out a long box from under the bed.

　　 "Here, this is what you want." Averich stood up and motioned with his eyes.

　　 Fedot glanced at the long box, and then wanted to open it.

　　 And Cheorchen immediately realized that this was an opportunity. Since Fedot had only one person, he was bound to open the box with his hands when he squatted down to look at the box. The lock on the box obviously cannot be opened with one hand. The moment he lowered his head and opened the box, Cheerchen had the opportunity to kick Fedot's head with his feet.

　　 Fedot was obviously aware of this problem. Instead of squatting down, he pointed at Pietro and Everich with a dagger.

　　 "You two retreat to the corner, hurry up!"

　　Pidro and Everrich had to retreat in accordance with their words.

　　 Then, Fedot pointed at Tetsuchen with a dagger.

　　 "You, bring the box up to the table. Then open it."

　　 Tetsuchen lifted the box on the table according to Fedot's order, and then slowly opened it.

　　 At that time, some of the guns were already equipped with bayonets, although the bayonets were still primitive at the time. They were of the plug-in type. But after all, it provides a melee weapon for the musketeers. Cheerchen only hoped that the musket in the box was also equipped with a bayonet, so that he could at least provide himself with a self-defense weapon.

　　 But Cheerchen disappointed again. Inside the box was a Turkish-style musket. The Turkish musket usually has no bayonet. Neither does this one.

　　 And Piedro also saw that this was a Turkish-made musket. The biggest difference between the Turkish musket and muskets elsewhere in Europe is its larger caliber and longer barrel.

　　 "Hey, how come you have a Turkish musket."

　　Pidro quietly bit his ear with Everrich.

"I also bought it from an old Polish nobleman. The old nobleman said it was the spoils of his father’s generation when he fought the Turks. Now he is leaving Smolensk. If he can’t take this thing, he bought it to me. "Efrich said. At that time, he also thought that the price of the musket was cheap and the style was unique. In Sweden, perhaps some aristocrats are willing to collect it, and then they bought it. Unexpectedly, he found an unsuspecting disaster for himself.

　　 On the other side, Fedot saw Cheerchen open the box and couldn't wait to see it.

　　 "Turn the box around." Fedot ordered.

　　 Cheeshchen turned the box upside down according to the words, and the musket that Fedot had dreamed of was exposed in front of him.

　　Fedot apparently coveted this musket for a long time, and now he finally got the coveted musket, he couldn't help putting both hands on the musket.

　　 Obviously, this is a wrong move.

　　 At the moment Fedot was distracted, Cheorchen suddenly pressed the lid of the box, and the lid slammed on the back of Fedot's hand, temporarily pressing his hand inside.

　　 "Uncle, hurry up!" Cheerchen called to Pidro to come and help.

　　Pidro certainly knows how to do it. He and Everich leaped up, and one of them grabbed Fedot's arm and restrained him firmly.

　　 Tetsuchen found another rope, and it took the three people a lot of effort to tie Fedot firmly, and put a piece of rag into his mouth.

　　 "What should I do now?" Cheerchen asked breathlessly. When Fedot was tied up, this guy struggled so hard that the power of the three almost couldn't restrain him.

　　 It stands to reason that this kind of person should have been sent to the law enforcement team in Smolensk. But to go inside, Cheerchen and Pidro are also "prisoners." This prisoner sent the prisoner to prison, which is a bit embarrassing.

　　Pidro obviously thought of this problem too, and he didn't want to deal with the Russians and the noble chiefs of Smolensk.

　　 "Or let's let him go," Piedro said.

　　 "How can this be!" Seeing Pidro said that he would release the people, Averich immediately became anxious. This person just wanted his own life.

"Come on, you didn't fail to hear the tone of this person just now. He is really pressed into anxiousness. Take these fifty Taylors, and treat it as compensation for you." Piedro said While talking, put the other fifty Taylors into his pocket.

　　 "That's okay, too." In the face of those fifty Taylors, Everrich also compromised.

　　 I don’t know when Fedot heard that the three of them were about to divide up his 100 Taylors. His eyes were red like a wounded beast, and he let out an inexplicable howl.

　　 "If you don't send you to prison for a lifetime, thank God, I still feel sorry for the money here."

　　Pidro yelled at seeing that Fedot was still heartbroken for the money.

　　 Today, he has seen someone who loves money more than himself.

　　 Seeing Fedot's desperate expression, Tetsuchen couldn't help feeling pity. He felt that Fedot was also a poor man, and seeing his tattered clothes, it was extremely difficult to get a hundred Taylors, but he was willing to borrow this gun for the money. It can be seen that he wants this musket for a special reason.

　　 Thinking of this, Cheerchen squatted down and said to Fedot, "Why do you have to have this musket? You tell me, if your reasons are reasonable, I will let Mr. Everich lend you the musket."

　　 Fedot glanced at Cheerchen and then at Everich. Seeing that Everrich didn't show any objection, he nodded.

　　 Tetsuchen took out the rag stuffed in Fedot's mouth.

　　 "I want to kill someone." This is Fedot's first sentence. That killer Fedot said it with the greatest hatred.

　　 "Who to kill? Why?" Cheerchen asked.

　　 Fedot told his story briefly.

　　Fedot was originally a hunter in the Imperial Garden of the Tsar. This is an enviable job. And because of Fedot's superb marksmanship, he was quickly valued by the managers of the imperial garden and appointed him to accompany Tsar Mikhailovich on the hunt.

　　 If Fydot seizes this opportunity and performs well in front of the czar, it will not be difficult to get the czar's reward.

　　 But right at this moment, a bookkeeper in Yuyuan fell in love with the beauty of Fedot's wife. But Fedot's wife was very loyal to Fedot, and strictly rejected the hateful bookkeeper. So the skinny guy planned a conspiracy.

　　 He knew that Tsar Mikhailovich was interested in all kinds of exotic animals, so he said that Fedot had seen a white horse with horns in the forest. The czar really became interested, and he immediately ordered Fedot to capture the white horse with horns.

　　 In this way, Fedot will be thrown into jail if he goes or not. And that bookkeeper could dominate Fedot's wife. After learning that all this was the conspiracy of the bookkeeper, Fedot took the great axe and went straight to the bookkeeper's house, and gave him a severe knife. Then Fedot secretly sent his wife to the home of Astrakhan's distant relatives, and he went and began to flee.

　　 Fedot was caught before he could escape. The original crime of murder was to be sentenced to death, but the war saved him. He was thrown into a correctional camp and drove to the front line of Smolensk.

　　 "Is that bookkeeper not dead?" Cheerchen quickly guessed why Fedot wanted the gun.

　　 "Yes, he is not dead. I saw him." Fedot said.

　　 After hearing such a sad story, even Avery couldn't help but move his heart. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "Anyway, I bought this gun from the old nobleman at a cost of eighty Taylor, so why not sell it to her for one hundred." Everich thought.

　　 And Tetsuchen did it more thoroughly. He lifted Fedot up, and then untied him.

"Mr. Everich, you carry the hundred taylors first. I will give you a hundred taylors here. If Fedot returns the gun, you will return the hundred taylors to me. If he You didn't send the gun back, the hundred Taylors belonged to you. What do you think, uncle?" Chechen said.

　　 "You have decided, what else do you want me to do?" Piedro murmured. He knew very well that after Fedot got the gun, whether it was CD or not, he would not send it back. Because this gun is evidence of Fedot's murder, it will bring disaster to the three of Everich and others. But he was still very happy for Cheerchen's determination.

　　 "Of course there is no problem, so you have the best of both worlds." Piedro said.

　　 Cheerchen handed one hundred and fifty Taylor to Everich, and then handed the gun case to Fedot.

　　 "This gun is yours now, Mr. Fedot." Cheerchen said solemnly.

　　 Fedot took the box with a trembling hand. He squinted, not knowing what to say.

　　 "How can I repay you, kind sir."

　　For a long time, Fedot said gratefully.

　　 "You don't need to be grateful to us, Mr. Fedot. Every honest person will do this after hearing your experience."

　　 "Then at least let me know the names of well-wishers."

　　 "Oh, I'm Cheerchen of the mercenary group. This is my uncle Pidro." Cheerchen said readily.

　　 "The mercenary group? Isn't it the mercenary group of Rudnia!" Fedot heard the word "mercenary group" and asked very anxiously.