The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 "My nephew, what happened to your hand? Who hurt you?" On the other side, when Cheor Chen returned to the residence, the injury on his hand caught Pidro's attention. The dear uncle ran up in surprise and asked in surprise.

　　 "It's just a small injury, it's okay. Uncle." Of course Cheerchen's heart was touched by the relationship between his uncle, but because he had something to say with the old head of Tatarchuk, he still chose to conceal it.

　　Pidro looked at Cheerchen's eyes and then looked at his injuries. Of course, the veteran saw that his nephew was lying. But the firm eyes made Pidro clearly feel that his nephew has grown up, and he has the opinions of adults and his own ideas, and he shouldn't care too much about being an uncle by himself.

　　 "I accidentally fell and stabbed myself, uncle." Cheerchen explained again.

　　 "Oh, that's it. Then you will be more careful." Pidro said in a daze, and stopped asking more questions.

"Um."

　　 At night, Aragorn came here again. When he saw Cheerchen's injury, he asked in surprise, but Cheerchen still answered him with the answer to Pidro.

　　 "Aragorn, is there anything wrong with you coming so late?" Maybe because Aragorn interrupted Cheerchen's rest, Pidro hurriedly brought the words to the topic.

　　 "Oh, that's it. The day after tomorrow I'm going to inspect the border area. I thought that Yoo Chechen would go with him. I didn't expect him to be injured. What a coincidence." Aragorn said.

　　 "Go to border patrol? Why are you sent? Shouldn't those Poles be more familiar with the terrain?" Pidro was really puzzled by the patrol. Speaking of which, the native Poles or registered Cossacks should have an advantage in this matter. Even if the city lord of Feodor trusts the mercenaries, he shouldn't leave everything to them, right?

"I'm not very clear about this. We were originally arranged to guard the castle, but in the afternoon, Earl Anzumov took the city lord's warrant and said that noble guards took over our work and sent us to inspect the border. ."

　　 "What is the noble guard?" Piedro asked curiously about this so-called guard.

"The Noble Guard is an army composed of the nobles and their servants in Smolensk. Of course, their organization is not in the republic’s army. Normally, these people are not called, only in the republic. At the time of invasion, the king or the provincial council will issue an order to summon the young nobles and their servants.” Aragorn explained.

　　 "That's it," Pidro groaned, and then asked, "Then who will lead this army?"

"Nominally, the Lord Feodor is the highest officer of this army. But as usual, the Lord Feodor will appoint a prominent nobleman as the commander. In the city, the voices of Count Anzumov the Younger and Senator Doronin They are all very high. But right now, the specific candidates have not been decided yet."

　　 "How about the equipment of this unit."

　　 When Pedro asked about this, Aragorn looked excited. He said as if opening a chatterbox: "That's really nothing to say. These nobles and their servants all joined the army with their own weapons and armors. They are not like those militia groups, equipped with spears and cotton uniforms. ; It’s not like us, most of them are infantry. That’s a cavalry. Everyone uses a long lance, wears a plate armor decorated with gold and silver, and has a big nose guard on the helmet. You must have heard After the name of this unit-Wing Cavalry."

　　 "God! It turned out to be them." Pidro and Cheerchen exclaimed at the same time.

　　Wing Cavalry, how could they have never heard of it. When in Riga, Sweden, even the fearless Swedes, when they heard of the Polish wing cavalry, they would show a look of horror. Angels and demons are what the Swedes call this cavalry. A legendary cavalry that mixes the beauty of angels and the horror of demons.

　　 "Yes, that's them." Aragorn said enviously. It can be seen that this young man also admires this legendary cavalry.

　　 "Why should such an important cavalry be the guard of the castle that day? Isn't this overkill?" This time, it was Aragorn that Cheerchen asked. The cavalry guards and the infantry patrols are incredible.

　　 "I don't know about that." Aragorn said, spreading his hands.

　　 "Earl, we are home." The servant driving the carriage stopped in front of the House of the Count of Anzumov and rang the bell.

　　 Xiao Anzumov put down the "Sword Fighting Technique" in his hand, waited for the servants to open the door and pass into the cloak warmed by the fire, and then slowly get out of the car.

　　 The light was still on on the second floor of the room, and Xiao Anzumov asked the servant: "Is my father still asleep?"

　　 "Master has been waiting for you." The servant replied.

　　 Xiao Anzumov nodded. Then he entered the door and went up to the second floor along the circular corridor with dimly lit street lights.

　　 "Father, can I come in?" Xiao Anzumov asked.

　　 "Come in." An old voice came from the room.

　　 Xiao Anzumov entered the room. Next to the desk in the room, an elderly middle-aged man was lying on a recliner, holding a stove in his hand.

　　 "Father." Xiao Anzumov hung his hat and cloak on the hanger as he spoke.

　　 "You stayed in the castle for a day." Anzumov glanced at his son and said.

　　 "A day is worth a year." Little Anzumov's lips wore joy, like a child offering treasures to his father.

　　 These words successfully aroused Anzumov's interest.

　　 Xiao Anzumov wanted such an effect. He happily told about his conversation with Fyodor and his daughter and his plan.

　　 After listening to his son, the old Count Anzumov raised his head with a smile in his eyes. He was happy that he had such a good son.

　　 "I'm very happy, my child. Your mind surpasses not only me, but also your grandfather. I believe that after becoming the son-in-law of the Obukhović family, your career will not be limited to Smolensk."

　　 "Thank you father."

"But I don't understand why you suggested that Feodor change the guards of the day. You should know that even if Helena and Catherine are finally exposed, those guards will not disobey their orders and refuse to arrest him." The whole thing, only The old Count Anzumov couldn't understand this behavior of his son.

"Father, you know, Doronen and I are both candidates for the commander of the noble guard. This time I asked my future father-in-law to change the guard of the day in order to defeat Doronen in front of them, and then let me take advantage of the situation. The future father-in-law announced that I was the commander." This is the idea that Xiao Anzumov came up with after leaving Helena's room, and he wants to maximize the benefits of this matter.

　　 "Are you going to fight Doronin?" Old Anzumov had some guesses about his son's thoughts, but he thought it was too risky.

　　 "I have confidence in myself." Xiao Anzumov said confidently.