The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 Gregory let out a painful cry. But the bullet didn't kill him. Instead, it passed through the glass and then shot through his ears, finally hitting the chest of the guard who had tied Fatima's hand.

　　 The huge impact of the bullet all acted on the front of the guard's head and chest. A dazzling blood flower bloomed on the chest of this hapless guard, and his whole body leaned back, and finally ran into the guards behind him.

　　 Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fatima strangled the other guard's throat with her right hand. The assassin from the Ottoman court obviously had a different power than her petite figure, and fell to the ground with just one shoulder over the guard who was more than one head higher than her.

　　 There was a loud noise from the wooden floor. If the floor is alive, it's crying.

　　 What was even worse was the guard. He didn't even have a chance to make a sound, so he passed out because of a concussion.

　　 Having regained her freedom, Fatima quickly picked up the short knife and shield thrown on the ground. She leaped in front of Gregory and swung the knife from the bottom up.

　　 Like cutting cheese, the short knife made a big cut in Gregory's chest and face. The accomplice of the bloodbathed mercenary group thus ended his sinful life.

　　 "Shoot, shoot!"

　　 The officer in charge of protecting Gregory's safety saw Gregory's death, and he was angry and angry. He pushed away the guards in front of him, drew the pistol from his waist and aimed at Fatima.

　　 Behind the officer, two muskets fired at the same time.

　　 Fatima, with his back to the muzzle, fell to the ground in a whirlpool as soon as the gun shot out the flames as if he had eyes on his back.

　　 All three bullets hit the goose down quilt on the bed, stirring up pieces of feathers as if snow was falling.

　　 But the crisis is far from over. At this time, two guards raised their long axes and slashed at Fatima who fell to the ground.

　　 It must be impossible to stop it with a short knife. In desperation, Fatima had to cross the shield-bound right arm to take it down.

　　 The long axe struck the center of the shield. Fatima's right arm was numb due to the huge impact, and her body, which had been half-sitting up, was pressed back to the floor. Fortunately, the shield was not broken.

　　 But even so, Fatima was immobile by the long axe and lost the ability to resist.

　　 At this time, the gunfire rang again.

　　 This time, the bullet accurately hit one of the guards holding a long axe to suppress Fatima.

　　 "Be careful, be careful. There are his accomplices outside."

　　 The officer regained his consciousness and reminded his subordinates loudly. But this reminder is obviously redundant. Because of the two consecutive shots, the fool knew that the enemy was still lurking in the dark.

　　 because of the superb marksmanship of the lurker. Both the officer and the guard were shivered. One by one, they squatted down looking for hidden objects, trying not to let themselves become the next prey. Even the guard who suppressed Fatima was no exception.

　　 Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Fatima kicked her legs and sent her body a few meters through the bottom of the bed. During this period, she also used a flying knife to extinguish the only candle in the room.

　　 The room was completely dark, and then there was a sound of broken glass.

　　 The officer cursed and threatened to go down to find the firelighter and start to light it, but the guards who had already shot the bow and snake shadow knew that at this time, whoever set the fire would definitely attract the gunman's attack, so no matter how the officer shouted, no one moved.

　　 After a long time, when the officer himself finally climbed to the table and lit a candle, Fatima had long been gone. Only three corpses and a piece of broken glass were left.

　　 "It's over."

The officer’s heart was filled with despair. Although he was privately sent by the officer to protect Gregory, the celebrity under General Yakov died under his protection after all, and there was only one murderer. Two people only. I don't know what a painful destiny waiting for myself tomorrow.

　　 He has even suicidal heart now.

　　 Not to mention the poor officer. After getting out the window, Fatima quickly climbed over the wall on the left side of the house. As all the guards gathered in the house, Fatima's actions were not blocked.

　　 At the gate of the house, a large crowd had already gathered at this time. These are all nearby people who were awakened by gunfire. They pointed to the house, exchanging unreliable and even absurd news from time to time.

　　Since Gregory got the house for a short time, most of the neighbors around don’t know where it is sacred to live here. They can only guess out of thin air.

　　 A carriage passed the noisy crowd peacefully. The coachman only glanced at the chaotic house. He didn't stop, but moved on, turned the corner of the street, and disappeared into the darkness.

　　 After turning the corner of the street, the carriage continued to drive along the left side wall of the house. When the carriage drove to the middle of the wall, the coachman stopped the carriage. The coachman, who hid his body in the blue cloak, looked around cautiously, and then learned how to bark the wild dog three times.

　　 A figure walked out of the darkness, it was Fatima who was wounded.

　　 "Get in the car quickly."

　　 The coachman urged. He glanced at Fatima, then lowered his head again.

　　 Fatima got into the carriage without saying a word. The coachman waved the rein again and drove the coach forward.

　　 "Fatima, how are your hands?"

　　 Inside the carriage, Cheerchen couldn't help asking worriedly when seeing Fatima holding his right arm with a painful expression on the corner of his mouth.

　　Beside Cheor Chen, there was a strange middle-aged man sitting.

　　 "Why don't you ask me if Gregory is dead?"

　　 Fatima didn't answer Cheorchen's question, but instead asked Cheorchen.

　　 "This, this..." Cheerchen was at a loss when asked by Fatima.

　　 Fatima wanted to see Cheor Chen's bewildered expression. Seeing the conspiracy succeeded, she smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Also, the one named Gregory has been killed by me."

　　 "Is Gregory really dead?"

　　 Before Fatima could finish speaking, the middle-aged man sitting next to Cheor Chen asked.

　　 Fatima casts a puzzled look at Cheor Chen. He hadn't seen this middle-aged man before tonight.

　　 "Oh, I'm sorry. I just want to confirm. Because that guy once hit me with an axe, but he still survived." The middle-aged man added another sentence.

　　 "This is Mr. Fedot, he is also Gregory's enemy. He fired those two shots." Cheerchen introduced Fedot to Fatima.

　　 Fatima nodded. She was also surprised at first, how could Cheerchen and his uncle have such superb marksmanship. It turned out that there was another person who shot.

　　 "If a person is split in half from head to chest and still survives," Fatima said.

　　Fedot heard Fatima say this, and finally showed a satisfied expression of revenge.

"Mr. Fedot was also following Gregory back to the house tonight. We met on the road. He originally wanted to do it at night, so we got together." Cheechen briefly introduced the experience of meeting Fedot. .

　　Fatima listened attentively while Cheerchen was talking.

　　 After Cheerchen finished speaking, Fatima asked Fedot a question.

　　 "According to Mr. Fedot's marksmanship, you should have killed Gregory the first shot, but why did you only hit him in the ear?" Fatima asked.

"In fact, I wanted to kill Gregory with that shot, but at that time, I thought that Miss Tima was **** by two guys and lost her freedom, so I changed the target to the guard. Because I heard Chechen said With Miss Fatima's superb martial skills, if you can free a hand, I think you should have a way to fight back." Fydot explained.

　　Fatima nodded gratefully after listening.

　　 "Mr. Fedot, although our beliefs are different. But I sincerely thank you in the name of God I believe in." Fatima said.

　　 "No, no need." Being so earnestly thanked by a young woman, Fedot couldn't help showing a shy expression.

　　 But Fatima knows very well that Fedot's love can't be overstated. Because he not only saved himself, but also gave up the most advantageous opportunity to kill Gregory. After that shot, Gregory was prepared. If he had not given Gregory a fatal knife but chose to escape directly, it would be difficult for Fedot to kill Gregory anymore.

　　 The carriage drove continuously, and during this time Fatima at least felt the carriage driving across three different roads: stone roads, dirt roads and gravel roads. Obviously, the carriage has been spinning around the city.

　　 "Where are we going now?" Fatima asked Cheerchen.

　　 "We will be out of the city now. Tomorrow Yakov will definitely hunt us all over the city, and it will be unsafe to stay here," Chechen said.

　　 Fatima nodded and stopped talking. And Fedot is obviously not a talkative person. There was no one to accompany Cheerchen to speak, and Cheerchen had to shut his mouth.

　　 There was silence in the carriage again.

　　 About half an hour later, the carriage finally stopped at one place.

　　 Pidro, who was driving, rang the bell, signalling the three of them to get out of the car.

　　 Tetsuchen got out of the car first. But he stepped into a mud pit and splashed mud.

　　 And all around, there is a barrenness.

　　 "Uncle, where are we here? Didn't we say we are going to meet Mr. Everich?" Cheerchen asked Pedro strangely when he saw Pidro lead everyone to a place where birds don't shit.

"Idiot, we went so directly, didn't we let the caring people know that the person who killed Gregory had something to do with Mr. Everich? We changed our clothes here, and then went to find Mr. Everich." Pidro Throw a parcel to Cheer Chen, the parcel is full of Swedish style clothes.

　　 So, Tetsuchen and others took turns into the carriage and changed their clothes. The four left the carriage and walked in the direction of the Swedish caravan.

　　 Chechen and Pedro came to Smolensk as the guards of the Swedish caravan, and now they leave Smolensk as the guards of the Swedish caravan. Sometimes people's fate is such a wonderful thing.

　　 When Pidro, Chechen and others arrived at the hotel where Everich was staying, Everich was already waiting for them at the door.

　　 "Gentlemen, may God bless you." Everich said.

　　 "God really bless us." Piedro replied pointedly. Obviously, he was referring to the success of the assassination of Gregory, which was blessed by God.

　　Efrich apparently heard Pidro's voice-over, and his father smiled happily.

　　 "Then, let's set off. My caravan is already waiting in the backyard."

　　 The four followed Everich to the backyard, where more than ten carriages had been parked. Beside the carriage, the members of the caravan are doing the final check.

　　 "Mr. Avery, didn't you hire a guard this time?" To see that there was no guard in the caravan, Tetsuchen was a little strange. Ordinarily, during the war, the ground must have been uneven. Isn’t this too big for Everrich?

　　Efrich had to respond with a wry smile to Cheerchen's question. He didn’t know that it’s not safe to protect the ground, but those mercenaries were not hired by Feodor like Chechen and others. They suffered heavy losses in the defense of Smolensk and joined Tsarist Russia after the war. The army or guarding the former Polish nobles who left Smolensk went to Werna. He really couldn't hire people, but he couldn't stay in Smolensk and wasted his savings, so he had to set off on his own.

　　 "Aren't we still there?" Piedro patted Chechen on the head and replied for Everrich.

　　 The caravan drove out of the backyard of the hotel and headed in the direction of the city gate. Due to the early bribery of the Russian soldiers guarding the gate, although the gunshots in the city had already aroused the whole city's alert, Cheerchen and others easily left the city.

　　 When the caravan left Smolensk, Chechen and others could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

　　 At this time, Everich asked Pidro next to him: "Pidro, and Chechen, where are you going in the future?"

　　 "Where are you going?" Piedro and Cheorchen couldn't help thinking about this question carefully.

　　 Gregory, the accomplice of the slaughter of the mercenary group, has already broken the law, and the mercenary group’s enmity has been reported as part of it. All that is left is the mastermind Yakov and the execution camp of the massacre~www.NovelMTL.com~ continue to take revenge, we still need to find Yakov and the punishment camp pay. "Pidro said. Cheerchen also nodded, agreeing with his uncle's statement.

"Do you still want to engage in sneak assassination? It's like killing Gregory? But to be honest, General Yakov is not Gregory. It's impossible to assassinate him based on the four of you. What's more. Punishment camp for a hundred people," Everich said.

　　 The two nephews and uncles heard this silently, so why didn't they know. But the oath has been taken, and the revenge must be avenged.

　　 "Are you willing to listen to my thoughts?" Seeing that neither uncle nor nephew were talking, Everich said again. This is what Everrich has considered for a long time.

　　 "Mr. Avery, you are our benefactor, you can tell me what you can do," Piedro said.

"Good," Everich nodded and said, "I don't think you should fight alone, but you should go to Werner and join the army of Laziviu. The Lithuanian commander is currently fighting against Tsarist Russia. , You must be able to fight talents like you. Moreover, we the King of Sweden will certainly not ignore the atrocities of Tsarist Russia against the Republic of Poland. At that time, the great His Majesty Karl X will send troops to support Yanush to counterattack from Lithuania. Morensk."

　　Efrich’s words sounded very reasonable. If they could follow Yanush back to Smolensk, the two men and the nephew would indeed avenge the mercenary group. Moreover, when Captain Franco was alive, he originally had to take the mercenary group to continue serving the Republic of Poland.

　　 "Uncle Pidro, what do you think?" Cheerchen was a little moved, but he still wanted to see what his uncle meant

　　 "Well, let's go to Werner." Pidro bit his fingernail, meditated for a moment, and finally clapped.