The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 On the fourth day after the fall of Smolensk, this war-torn city seemed to usher in peace and prosperity again.

　　On this morning, Prince Alexei officially led 15,000 soldiers to the front line of Plotsk. The Marseille held by General Yakov Cherkaski was also held on this day.

　　 The nobles of Smolensk were crying farewell to the prince, and they had to participate in the horse racing happily. But compared to the false sentiment of farewell, the excitement of everyone participating in the game is all sincere. Because Yakov Cherkaski not only cast a huge prize of 1,000 Taylor for this game, but also promised that the first place will be the position of deputy general.

　　 The position of the adjutant is certainly valued more by the young and old aristocrats in Smolensk than the mere thousand taylors. After all, being able to work next to General Yakov Cherkaski means faster growth.

　　 So, the sound of horseshoes has been reverberating in the square that day. These noble youths all brought out the best horses in their family. These horses ate the finest oatmeal even in the years when Smolensk was surrounded, so they were very powerful and magnificent.

　　 "Anzumov."

　　 When the warm-up was about to end, one person from the crowd rode out, shouting and rushing to a young nobleman in costume.

　　 The young nobleman in costume is the Earl Anzumov. The former defeat of Doronin appeared in public again after months of dormancy. As if to say goodbye to the republic years in the past, today's little Anzumov wore a Russian aristocrat's usual Kaftan uniform and a Russian round hat.

　　 And the one who called him was Pucci, the second son of the former Smolensk Parliament Speaker Shchenko.

　　 "Pucci, are you the horse that came to congratulate me for winning the championship in advance?" Xiao Anzumov held his horse, and waited for Pucci to come by his side and said arrogantly.

　　 Of course, the second son of Speaker Szchenko did not come to mention Xiao Anzumov to express his joy in advance. If the Anzumov family and the Shchenko family had cooperated and reached an alliance because of the surrender, then the alliance had been broken because of the official surrender of Smolensk.

　　 With the exit of Fyodor Obukhović, the retiring of Bishop Kishel, and the death of Senator Doronin, the two of them now have the ability to fight for the supreme power in Smolensk. As the saying goes, there is no room for two tigers. The battle between the old Anzumov and Shchenko started as early as the luncheon where Prince Alexei entered the city.

　　 The relationship between the elders is such that the relationship between Xiao Anzumov and Pucci will certainly not be much better. Xiao Anzumov's "Happiness in advance" is purely mocking Puqi, because as Szchenko's second son, Puqi also signed up for the game.

"Humph!"

　　 Seeing that Anzumov was so arrogant, Pucci snorted heavily. He also raised his head arrogantly, and said in a condescending manner: "I want to tell you to stay away from my horse later, it will bite."

　　 After finishing speaking, Pucci left without looking back.

　　 "Sure enough, the ignorant is fearless." Little Anzumov looked at Pucci's back and shook his head. His father had long told him that the position of the adjutant was reserved for him by General Yakov Cherkaski. The reason for arranging such a game was just to block the leisurely mouth of the city. Winning the championship by himself is already a sure thing.

　　 But what Earl Anzumov didn't expect was that Pucci dared to bump into himself so confidently, but also because he and his father were guaranteed-the guarantee of the first and the adjutant belonged to you.

　　This guarantee also comes from Yakov Cherkaski.

　　 And the initiator of this incident is standing by the window sill on the top floor of Smolensk Castle, looking at the square where the horse race is about to be held. The actions of Anzumov and Pucci certainly fell in the eyes of Yakov Cherkaski. Although it is impossible to see the faces of the two riders from the position of the castle, Yakov can also imagine what the riders would say.

　　 "Throw a fleshy bone, the dogs ran out." Yakov Cherkaski smiled contemptuously, and put the wine into his mouth. Although rosy wine is not as strong as vodka, its soft taste is more in line with Yakov's taste.

　　 The self-ringing bell in the room rang eleven. In another hour, General Yakov will go to the square to preside over the opening of the game himself.

　　 At this time, the door lock of the room rang, and someone came in from outside.

　　 "General, I'm back."

　　 "Gregory, have all the punishment camps set off?" Yakov Cherkaski didn't look back, but he knew that his adjutant had come in.

　　 "All set off," Gregory gritted his teeth.

　　 At this time, Gregory had a blue nose and swollen face, his nose was also crooked, and one hand was hung from his neck by a bandage.

　　 And all of this, he was beaten in the punishment camp. Gregory was right. The punishment camp was a group of lawless, rebellious "jerks" and "criminals" who regarded life as nothing. As soon as he entered the punishment camp, he was pushed a few times by a few strong men with more muscles than brains. These strong men looked at themselves as if they were watching chickens, and they wanted to strip themselves. Had it not been for Yelishei's protection, Gregory would have been dragged into the small black room.

　　 Under the protection of Yelishei, Gregory finally saw the guard of the correctional camp in a shocking way. Implied that the general allowed them to take captive villages near Smolensk, especially Rudnia.

　　 The staff of the correctional camp happily poured three bottles of vodka in a row. Seeing other troops enter the city for joy, but they are still sleeping outside the city, the punishment camp has been holding back the fire~www.NovelMTL.com~ This will finally be able to vent.

　　 The steward immediately asked his Ma Bian to call the captains of each team.

　　 It was this order that made Gregorian tragedy. Among these captains, there is actually a Gregorian enemy. As soon as the man saw Gregory, he rushed up and punched Gregory in the nose and broke Gregory's arm. And it happened so suddenly that even Yelishei, who had originally protected Gregory, didn't seem to react. By the time Yelishei stopped him, Gregory had already curled up into a shrimp.

　　 "Don't worry, after waiting, there will be no more punishment camp today. Your enemy will be wiped out with the punishment camp."

　　 It may be that Gregory was pitiful, and Yakov Cherkasky comforted Gregory in a rare sentence.

　　 "My master, I am not dissatisfied with what happened to me, but I hate that person who dared to insult the messenger you sent."

　　 "Okay, okay. I understand." Yakov said impatiently.

　　 Seeing that Yakov became a little angry, Gregory shut up quickly.

　　 "You have been resting in the castle during this period, and you don't need to accompany me to the game today. Let Yelishei accompany me."

　　 Gregory’s present dignity really makes Yakov Cherkaski unable to take it out.

　　 "Yelsey, Yelishey." Yakov shouted loudly, but Yelishey, who was supposed to be guarding outside, did not respond.

　　 "Master, when I came in, there was no one outside," Gregory said cautiously.

"What did you say!"

　　 And at this time, Cheechen, who entered the city with Uncle Pidro with a bear skin package, grabbed a young man who was anxious to leave the city and asked, "Hello, why is the city so lively today?"