The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 "Your mercenary group is going to end."

　　 After getting Cheerchen's affirmative answer, Fedot lowered his head and said.

　　 "It's over? How come it's over? Mr. Fedot, do you know something?" Cheerchen asked quickly.

　　 And Pietro and Everich heard Fedot inexplicably saying that the mercenary group was going to die, and they were both anxious and confused.

"I'm not very clear about the details. I just know that my enemy came to the punishment camp where I was with a guard that day. He found the man in charge in the camp, and the man in charge called us all together. My enemy told everyone, In order to reward the brothers in the punishment camp for their hard work in siege of the city, General Yakov chose a village as their trophies. Everything there belongs to the punishment camp."

　　 "That village is Rudenia!?" Cheerchen exclaimed.

　　 Feiduo nodded characteristically, and then continued:

"When our clerk, Keshe Fuyi, asked what to do with the people at Rudnia, my enemy made a gesture of raising the knife and falling, which meant that one would not stay. I saw that he was still alive and hated His anger was almost coming out of his eyes. At this time, I heard that he was going to kill innocent people indiscriminately, so I couldn’t help but rushed up and gave him a few punches. But before I could beat him to death, I was pulled away. Fortunately, everyone didn’t wait to see the monkey-like guy. Pull Guila, but didn’t embarrass me.”

　　 Hearing Fedot mentioning that the man looked like a monkey, Piedro's brows moved slightly, and he remembered someone.

　　 "What's the name of your enemy?" Piedro asked.

　　 "Gregory, I will never forget the name of this guy." Fedot said through gritted teeth.

　　 Now, Pidro is very clear. All this was probably the idea of ​​the general of Tsarist Russia named Yakov Cherkaski, because Gregory was his adjutant. Perhaps there is also the matter of Prince Alexei, because Franco once refused to solicit Alexei.

　　 "Uncle, let's go back to Rudonia to inform the leader of them." Cheerchen said anxiously.

　　 But Pedro didn't immediately agree, because he still hadn't asked a few points.

　　 "Mr. Fedot, when did your correctional camp set off? Do they ride horses or walk?" Pidro asked.

　　 "They set off early in the morning, and they went to the west gate. Except for a few bosses riding horses, everyone else is on foot, and there are a few simple carriages."

　　Pidro looked at the sun outside the window. The sun had already passed over his head by now. If they set off in the morning, they should have walked almost half the distance by now. And they were walking by Simon, that might have to take a long detour.

　　 "If I rush back now, I don't know if the time is too late." Pidro thought irritably. Although he knew that the chances were slim, he had to try it-the murderers who ran over half the distance.

　　 "Mr. Fedot, what you said is related to the lives of hundreds of people. Now, I have one last question for you, I hope you can answer it honestly." Piedro said seriously.

Seeing that things were so urgent and his uncle still had time to ask questions, Cheechen, who was next to him, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He looked at Pidro and Fydot. He wished that Uncle Pidro would be early. After asking, Fedot finished the answer earlier.

　　 "Excuse me," Fedot said, looking into Piedro's eyes. His eyes were clear.

"Have you never thought about robbing Rudnia? I think you are very short of money. Maybe you go to Rudnia and you will have two hundred Taylors." Piedro stared. He said word by word while looking into Fedot's eyes.

　　 This question may seem simple, but it is actually very important to Pidro and the mercenary group. Because General Yakov Cherkaski wants to bloodbath the mercenary group, so far it has been Fedot's side words. Whether the matter is really as Fydot said, no one knows. If Fedot is telling lies, then Captain Franco listened to the false news brought back by Pietro and Chechen, and led the mercenary group to leave Rudonia without authorization. That would be a violation of the agreement with Tsarist Russia. Agreement. At that time, Prince Alexei and General Yakov Cherkaski could justifiably wipe out the mercenary group. As a member of the mercenary group, Pidro must consider this possibility. Moreover, Fedote appeared in front of him as a "robber". What the "robber" said was a bit true and a bit false, and Pidro had to weigh it.

　　 Fedot heard this question, and his hairs stood up in anger. His eyes stared like copper bells, as if they were about to fall out of their sockets. The sharpshooter seemed to have been slandered by heaven, and he could not wait to tear Pidro in half.

　　 But he still held back.

　　 "Mr. Pidro."

　　 For a long time, Fedot exhaled a suffocating breath. He suppressed his anger and said calmly: "I am indeed short of money. But I am not the kind of person who does everything for money. Yes, I work in a disciplinary camp, which is a dirty place. But I never I have never forgotten to be a good person. I read prayers every day to prevent my heart from being contaminated. You may say that I am hypocritical and think that if I don’t steal or rob, where did this hundred Taylor come from? Then I can tell you, this is all I earned from hunting. I am a hunter, even if it is a hundred steps away, I can hit a sparrow in the head with one shot. With this skill, I have killed beavers and bears. ."

　　Fedot finished speaking, and Pidro shook Fedot's hands. Pidro put his hand to his lips and kept kissing.

　　 "Thank you, thank you. Brother. Please forgive me for doubting you. But in this world, how many people can be as honest as you."

　　 Obviously, Pidro completely believed Fedot's words. This veteran could not feel a trace of hypocrisy on Fedot's body.

　　 After kissing Fedot's hand, Pidro grabbed Cheerchen's hand and ran downstairs in a hurry. There is no time to waste, the two must hurry back to Rudonia before the punishment camp.

　　 After leaving the hotel, the street was crowded with people heading for the square.

　　 The horse race is about to begin.

　　 Suddenly, Pidro stopped. With that, Cheerchen, who was running with Pidro's hand, almost staggered and fell to the ground.

　　 "Uncle, why don't you leave!"

　　Pidro didn't leave because he thought of a very crucial question-that is, if they rely on two legs, they will not be able to catch up with the front of the punishment camp and return to Rudonia. They need two horses, and they are two fast horses.

　　 "Chechen, we have to find a way to get two horses. If it doesn't work, one horse will do, otherwise we won't be able to go back." Piedro said.

　　 is easy to say but difficult to do. The lively horse market in Smolensk has long been closed due to the war. Now, apart from being in the army of Tsarist Russia, horses belong to those wealthy and noble families.

　　 Just as the two uncles and nephews were embarrassed, several horses ming came from across the square.

　　 "I have a way!" Cheor Chen had a clever idea.

　　 This time, Cheerchen took Pidro and walked forward. They followed the crowd to the square.

　　 At this time, all the horses in the competition are in place, waiting for the referee to give an order.

　　 "Uncle, we'll grab a horse later, and then rush out of the city." Cheerchen whispered to Pidro.

　　 Robbing horses under the crowd, Pidro was really shocked by Cheerchen's bold idea. He didn't expect his nephew to have such a "bad" side, but now, what else can he do if he doesn't grab the horse!

　　Pidro turned a few thoughts, and shook Cheorchen's hand firmly with his palm, and agreed. The uncle and nephew slowly squeezed through the wall, as close as possible to the inner circle.

　　 At this time, the mounts of Little Anzumov and Pucci were already ready to move. I don’t know if it was intentional or unintentional. The rivals Anzumov and Pucci were actually arranged on one or two tracks. For the advantage of one horse, the two of them refused to give up to each other and almost crossed several times. Red line.

　　 "Anzumov, I will invite you to drink if you win," Pucci said confidently.

　　 Xiao Anzumov heard the words and glanced at Pucci, but didn't say anything. Just let out a sneer.

　　 In the makeshift stands, the Tsarist Russian officer as the referee glanced at General Yakov. Yakov nodded to the officer, indicating that it was time to start.

　　 The officer raised his gun hand high so that everyone could see it.

　　 Little Anzumov and Pucci raised their ears, leaned against their horses, and got ready.

　　At the same time, Cheerchen and Pidro slammed out of the wall while everyone was paying attention to the starting gun. Like lightning, they dragged the unsuspecting little Anzumov and Pucci off their horses, and then stepped on their stirrups and jumped onto their horses.

　　 The whole process was completed in an instant. Not only did the audience fail to react, but even the small Anzumov and Pucci who had fallen on the ground were at a loss.

　　 At this moment, the gunfire sounded. Cheerchen and Pidro flicked the reins, and Pegasus galloped towards the city gate, and several other riders who participated in the competition habitually followed.

　　 Someone in the crowd let out an exclamation, and finally someone reacted.

　　 "Quick, quick! Catch them, catch these two horse thieves." The little Anzumov slumped on the ground, pointing his finger in the direction of Chechen and Pidro ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and shouted.

　　 And General Yakov stood up, full of anger. He did not expect that someone would dare to disrupt the game and embarrass himself. He wanted to catch those two lawless guys in front of him now, and he wanted to execute them with the cruelest punishment.

　　 I want to catch up, it's easier said than done. The race road leading to the city gate has been cleared in advance, and now there are no pedestrians, it can be described as unimpeded, and the mounts of Xiao Anzumov and Pucci are even better horses in a thousand and one way. They soon left the others behind and rushed out of the city gate first.

　　 Not to mention the panic in the city and Yakov's anger, Pidro and Chechen rushed to Rudnia's direction. On the way, the two nephews and uncles saw large and disorganized footprints and ruts. Obviously, the murderers who were preparing to bloodbath Rudnia were in front of him.

　　 "Quick, quick." Cheerchen kept yelling in his heart, and his whip for spanking the horse's **** became more and more anxious.

　　 But they were still a step late. When they arrived near Rudnia, there was already a few thick black smoke in the sky above Rudnia-it was definitely not the smoke of dinner.

　　Pidro tied the horse in the woods, and then he took Cheorchen and bends close to the entrance of Rudenia's village.

　　 What catches the eye is a scene that is so distracting. The gangsters swarmed into the village with their weapons, and the soldiers of the mercenary regiment who had confronted them were chopped down to the ground, like fallen birch trees.

　　 Some people tried to resist, but they were defenseless. The gangsters were particularly cruel to the wounded, and they smashed the wounded's head like a paddy with flail.

　　 The female family members of the mercenary group were chased by the bandits, and their clothes were damaged. Their screams aroused the culprit's desire for evil.