The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 Count Anzumov was silent for a while.

　　 During this period, Pidro had been staring at Anzumov. What struck Pidro was that in such a short period of time, the old earl had changed so many expressions.

　　 Among them, there are anger, sadness, and pain...In short, all the negative expressions are shown on his face.

　　 "What ulterior purpose do I have?"

　　 Count Anzumov's eyes were red, and there seemed to be two tears across his cheeks.

"Is Captain Franco one of my people? Is Bishop Kichel my one? Or do Ronin you belong to me? I could have left these things alone. Bishop Kichel knows that many people do I was persuaded to go to Warsaw and Krakow. But I stayed here, what am I for? Not for our Republic."

　　 The tearful speech of the old man moved many people. Some old Smolensk people who had known Anzumov since childhood even wiped their tears with him.

　　 The facts are exactly as Anzumov said, not counting the Pedro who was called temporarily, but among the sixteen people present, there were only three or four people who could be called Count Anzumov's relatives and friends.

　　 But despite this, Doronin was unmoved.

　　 "Then please answer me, Count Anzumov. Why did you encourage the city lord to establish this military meeting?" Doronin asked word by word.

　　 "This is the core of all problems." Franco meditated.

　　 Franco couldn't help nodding his approval for Doronin's keenness.

"Um?"

　　 Seeing that his emotional card did not touch Doronin, Count Anzumov couldn't help being a little speechless.

　　 "Enough, Doronin! It is my decision to establish a military conference. All you need to do is to obey."

　　 Seeing Anzumov's resignation, Fyodor stood up and took over for him.

　　 "Yes, Lord Santo."

　　 Seeing that Feodor was clearly on the side of Count Anzumov, Senator Doronen finally knew that arguing was useless. He saluted, but did not sit down.

　　 "Do you have anything else to say?" Feodor asked.

　　 "My lord, since the military conference has been established, I think we might as well settle some things today." Doronen said.

　　 Fyodor glanced at Anzumov and then at Bishop Kisher. Seeing that they had no objection, he nodded in agreement.

　　 "I think I'd better listen to the opinions of the chief officer on the front line. The head of the Tatar patriarch did not come, so please ask the head of Franco to talk about it first."

　　Doronin did not rush to speak, but instead clicked on Franco's name.

　　 So Franco stood up. He walked to the middle of the conference hall and described the battle today with his loud voice. Franco is a good fighter, but not a good speaker. His speech is concise and boring. But this time, because it was about fighting, even though Franco had described it in objective language as much as possible, the **** fight scene in the words and the scars on his breastplate and clothes were still sitting. Those who have not been on the battlefield or have not been on the battlefield for a long time are terrified.

　　 "Then, how long can we guard?" a fat nobleman asked tremblingly.

　　 "As long as we want, we can keep to death." Franco said sternly.

　　 "Don't worry, the walls of Smolensk are not so easy to break through. And we also need wing cavalry. As long as they are there, even if the sky falls, these lads can support it with their lances."

　　 Doronin also interjected. His words obviously gave everyone confidence, and many people showed pride and nodded. After all, the Wing Cavalry of the Republic has created countless miracles, and no one doubts that they will not rewrite history this time.

　　 "Sir, due to the excellent performance of the mercenary regiment this time, I suggest that they should defend the east gate and the north gate." Bishop Kichel said.

　　 The words of the bishop immediately got everyone's approval.

　　 But Franco made a different opinion.

　　 "My Lord, and everyone. I hope to transfer my people to Ximen."

　　 "Why? Captain Franco." Count Anzumov asked.

　　 "Because Simon's enemy is Cossack." Franco replied.

　　 Even Pidro can't understand why Franco is going to defend the Zaporizhia Cossack's offensive Simon, but Feodor seems to know the reason.

　　 For the first time, he agreed to Franco's request without asking other people's opinions.

　　 "Then, let the militiamen and some of the registered Cossacks jointly defend the east gate, and my cavalry team will be in the back." Doronin made the decision first, regardless of the other people's intentions.

　　 Doronin’s faction in this way can be said to be a destruction of the military parliamentary system proposed by Anzumov, but the old earl did not express anything, just seeing his eyes become a little gloomy.

　　 City Lord Feodor and Count Anzumov did not speak, and the others had no other opinions. During this period of time, Doronin's momentum was too strong, as if he was already a representative of the young and strong faction in the city.

　　 Next, we discussed some other issues in the meeting. Gradually, the issue of military has become a mere formality.

　　 At this time, a strange voice from most of the people present came in.

　　 "Everyone, please allow me to say a few words."

　　 Piedro, who was sitting next to Franco, jumped up to attract attention.

　　 "This gentleman is?"

　　 Count Anzumov asked suspiciously. He doesn't remember asking this stranger.

　　 "Earl Anzumov. This is Lieutenant Pidro. He is a member of my mercenary group. He is fighting at the North Gate today. I wanted to ask him to introduce the situation there."

　　 Franco introduced Pidro.

　　 "Well, just talk about it. Lieutenant Pedro." Hearing what Franco said, Feodor also became interested.

　　 "My benefactor, protector." Pidro used extremely nasty words as soon as he spoke. He knows that it is extremely rare to be able to express himself in front of so many officials and dignitaries. Sometimes a good job is worse than a good one.

So in the process of telling the battle, Pidro praised Feodor's wise command and meet-and-see deployment: According to him, the wall of fire preset by Franco became Feodor's idea~www. NovelMTL.com~ And all those who are buried in the flames are the famous nobles of Tsarist Russia. In the end, Pidro praised God, saying that when the Tsarist Russian army retreated, the icon of the goddess of the country appeared on the tower of the north gate.

　　 All these flattering words heard Fyodor exasperated, and even bishop Kischel, such a pure-hearted monk, was also happy for the inspiration of the goddess of protectorate.

"Come on, dear lieutenant." Feodor greeted Pidro. When Pidro came to him, Feodor took off a gold ring and put it in Pidro's hands as a gift. With his reward.

　　 Feeling the weight of the gold ring in his hand, Pidro happily kissed the hand of Lord Feodor.

　　 Then, Bishop Kischel also rewarded Pietro with a chain of golden crosses.

　　 After the meeting, Franco and Pidro left together. Along the way, Pidro played with the cross from time to time. At this time, Franco said to Pidro: "You have to give me this cross."

　　 "Why? I got it by my own ability." Pidro put the cross in his leather bag quickly, for fear that Franco would come to grab it.

　　 "The idea of ​​the wall of fire is mine."

　　 "That's not worth a golden cross." Pidro pressed his pocket tighter.

　　 "If you don't give it to me, tell me about your reward." Franco said.

　　 This move hit Pidro's fate. If this news is leaked, then you must share it with everyone. This is an unwritten rule among mercenaries.

　　 No way, Pidro Yi reluctantly took out the golden cross.

　　 The cross hung in Pidro's hand, swaying constantly in the cold wind.

"got windy?"

　　Pidro held down the hat on his head and looked to the sky with Franco.