The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Since Janusz entered the Kazimierz Palace for a long time and still did not come out, King Kazimierz couldn't wait. He put on his armor and was accompanied by the old man of Potocki and Marshal Lubaumacki. Arrived at the position of the Polish army outside the palace.

"Your Majesty! It's dangerous here."

Seeing that the king and the marshal were coming, a captain stood up straight from behind the fortifications and paid a military salute to the Supremes.

King Kazimierz nodded slightly. He looked at the direction of the Kazimierz Palace and knew that he was outside the range of small artillery and muskets. King Kazimierz pointed his horse whip forward slightly:

"With so many warriors in the Republic, how could the Swedes hurt me."

The words of absolute trust made the captain and the soldiers around him excited, and they all stood up and shouted "Long live".

After a burst of cheers, Old Man Potocki asked the captain, "Has our messenger who went in in the morning still not come out?"

"Master Janush is in the command post," the captain replied.

"Really?" King Kazimierz said in surprise. But right away, the king had some doubts: Since Janusz had come out of Kazimierz Palace, why not come back to see himself immediately.

So, King Kazimierz dismounted, led by the captain to the command post.

In the headquarters, Janusz was talking to General Calnecki. When King Kazimierz came in, the old man and the general stood up and saluted the king.

King Kazimierz took off his hat and put it on the table. He asked Janush: "My advisor, since you have come out of the Kazimierz Palace, why don't you come to see me right away?"

"Your Majesty, I have a humiliating mission." Janush replied.

King Kazimierz was disappointed.

"Why? Is Widenberg still reluctant to surrender with such favorable conditions?"

Before Janush could reply, at this time, the captain who led the king to the command headquarters boldly said: "Your Majesty, we should not accept the surrender of these Swedish bastards. Think about how they treated our people. Right. They are now turtles in the urn. As long as your Majesty orders, my people and I can take the palace for you in one charge."

"Captain, do your own business. These are not what you should consider. Do you think you are more wise than His Majesty's ministers, or do you think you are better than Mikhav Vorodjavsky's sword technique!" Potocki snapped.

The captain closed his mouth. But his angry expression was undoubtedly revealed, he was neither convinced nor convinced.

"Your Majesty, Wydenberg drove me out. He stubbornly wanted to talk to my entourage." Janush said in a self-comforting tone.

"Your entourage? Alvar Chechen?" King Kazimierz exclaimed. His surprise is not inferior to anyone, it is completely against the convention.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Widenberg may be crazy. Otherwise I can't explain his behavior. But since he didn't formally refuse Your Majesty, I am waiting here."

King Kazimierz was silent. After a while, the king said: "In this case, we are here, so just wait here."

General Çarnetsky hurriedly ordered people to bring in clean tables and chairs, and waited for the king and others to sit down.

Everyone just waited. As time passed slowly, King Kazimierz sat awkwardly, staring straight ahead, and then began to tap the palm of his hand with his horse whip. After a while, one of his legs shook uncontrollably. Obviously, Kazimierz was getting more and more impatient.

Just as King Kazimierz was sitting anxiously about to stand up, a person walked out of the gate of the main building of Kazimierz Palace.

General Çarnetsky hurriedly handed the telescope to the king. Under the gaze of King Kazimierz and others, Alvar Chechen walked out of the gate.

Cheerchen walked slowly, but his pace was light. He was holding a roll of things in his hand, and King Kazimierz could not see it clearly because of the distance. This made the king almost stand on tiptoe and stretch out his body so that he can see more clearly.

"Let's go out." King Kazimierz said.

After speaking, King Kazimierz hurriedly walked out of the headquarters, forgetting to take his hat.

Cheerchen came to the king's stand.

"How's it going?"

Before Cheerchen's salute, King Kazimierz asked impatiently.

"Your Majesty, Mihavu and Anjay are safe and sound." Chechen said.

Cheerchen let his body half. Four Swedish soldiers are escorting them out.

The two are still wearing chain mail and their faces are also very good. It is obvious that they were not abused by the Swedes during their capture.

"Oh, that's great." King Kazimierz was delighted and a little disappointed.

"What about surrender?" he asked again.

"Fortunately, your majesty! The Swedes have surrendered!" Cheerchen said loudly.

King Kazimierz opened his mouth in excitement, but he immediately realized that this action was too gaffe, and quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

After a brief change in the complexions of the old man Potocki and Marshal Lubaumacki, smiles filled their faces. Janush flicked his palms and laughed.

Hearing that the Swedes finally surrendered, the captain and his soldiers threw their helmets and military caps into the sky. Some soldiers even fired their guns in the sky.

Chechen presented the surrender agreement signed by the commander-in-chief of the Warsaw garrison in the Kingdom of Sweden, Arvid Widenberg, to King Kazimierz. It is signed and effective immediately. According to the agreement, the Swedish army will leave the Kazimierz Palace at 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon and surrender to the Poles outside Warsaw.

"You and Janusz are our heroes." King Kazimierz excitedly praised Chechen. He didn't even notice that he actually put Chechen in front of Janush.

"It's nothing, Your Majesty," Chechen said.

Mihau and Andrzej came to the king of Kazimierz. They thought they would be irritated by the king, especially Mihau. The little knight had always demanded himself according to the rules of a soldier, but he was the first. Secondly, because of a friend’s request, he sent troops without order.

Regarding this, King Kazimierz said: "Breaching orders is pathetic for a disciplined soldier. One such thing is enough."

After speaking, King Kazimierz stopped speaking, he turned his horse's head and left.

Tears welled up in Mihavu and Anjay's eyes.

Hey, King Kazimierz is such a person. He was born in peace, but he has gone through sorrows. He is not an unwise person, but he is always easily influenced by impulse and emotion. He is sympathetic to the peasants and middle and lower aristocrats, but now he is always trying to change the republic but it is always contrary to his wishes.

Cheerchen helped Anjay and Mihau back to his mercenary group. Although the two repeatedly stated that they were not injured, Cheerchen still insisted on asking Thrallben to check for them.

And in a certain military camp, a gray-haired one-eyed veteran shed tears after hearing the terms of surrender: "Brothers, it was wasted, it was wasted, everything was wasted. Someone was wasting our blood, and it was generous. Very. We are loyal and industrious, regardless of life and death, but what is the result? Warsaw was regained, and Ko Widenberg was free. They were going to leave in a big way. We just let go of the executioners who slaughtered our people and blasphemed our faith. Infidels. Of course, I’m not complaining about our king. I know he doesn’t want us to sacrifice any more. But I’m not reconciled. The Swede is at a dead end. We just have to be like Colonel Jan Zenovic. With a little bit of effort, we can kill them all. Even if I trade my life for another, I would not hesitate. Ah! We should all cry together, just like me, a veteran, a dying old man. Me. It’s time to goug my other eye so that tomorrow I won’t have to see a scene of victory or defeat.”

The words of the veteran excited the young people around him. Some people took up their swords and were about to go to Kazimierz Palace, but they were suppressed by the veterans and veteran bullets.

The same scene occurred in various military camps, although in the end there was no radical action, but the hearts of the soldiers were filled with fire. The contract has no basis for public opinion, and even this.

At 2 o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, all the churches couldn't wait to ring their golden bells, announcing to the whole city and the whole Republic that the king's capital had been recovered by the army of the Republic.

Half an hour later, the Swedish soldiers hiding sporadically in Warsaw took the lead to surrender. Among them were the Polish people who were trapped by them. These poor people, devastated by war and hunger, came to the republic army camp and begged their king for alms to live bread, because everyone in the capital, except the Swedes, had already run out of food. Therefore, King Kazimierz ordered the servant Ugowski to open a storehouse and do his best to help the hungry people.

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, a long line began to leave the Kazimierz Palace. Under the supervision of Polish cavalry on both sides of the road, they slowly walked towards the east gate of Warsaw.

King Kazimierz, surrounded by many dignitaries, officers and nobles, and under the protection of a group of winged cavalry with iron wings facing the wind, waited at the city gate for the arrival of the Swedish descendants.

The rebels and the militias of the provinces, the troops under the command of Sapega, and the armed servants of the various camps, although they are not qualified to stand by His Majesty the King, they also occupied the walls and towers early in order to see with their own eyes The arrival of this historical moment. It was really crowded with flags. Because everyone was very curious and wanted to see how the Swedish soldiers who were still fighting with them a day ago surrendered in despair.

As the vanguard, the Swedish dragoons first came to the gate of the city. Although they had no horses, and their bright red uniforms were full of gunpowder smoke, they still held their heads up and their carbines were wiped out.

The Swedish dragoons came to King Kazimierz's drive and put down their weapons. They are put so neatly, as if they were out for exercise on weekdays.

"What a terrible enemy."

Many people thought to themselves.

Then came field artillery equipped with light artillery. These artillerymen walked on both sides of the artillery, and they unified the fuse that ignited the fire door in their hands. When they arrived in front of King Kazimierz, the artillery unit blew out the fuse and took off their hats to salute King Kazimierz.

When they raised their heads, the soldiers behind the king couldn't help but shudder. The eyes of the Swedish artillery were full of determination, and all of them were full of arrogance. Everyone dared to look directly at the Polish knight as the victor. As if saying "we will be back!"

Many Polish soldiers were amazed at the arrogant attitude of the Swedes. It was really strange that these enemy soldiers were still persevering in incurring such a disastrous defeat.

Then, what appeared was a convoy full of wounded and sick. Lying in the leading car was Benedict, the prime minister of Sweden, who had been very sick before the war. When the prime minister arrived in his car, King Kazimierz ordered the winged cavalry around him to raise their guns and salute, to show the world that they know how to respect the virtues of soldiers, even when facing enemy countries.

Then came the unparalleled Swedish infantry phalanx. According to the little knight, they were as neat as steel fortresses in motion—even though the soldiers of this phalanx did not even reach half of the squadron.

Behind the infantry appeared the Swedish pistol cavalry with distinctive armor~www.readwn.com~ They were the only cavalry who kept their horses. The pride of these Swedish cavalry is wearing armor from head to toe, and the light is dazzling.

A blue flag is used as the leading military flag, embroidered with a brave lion. This is the sign of the commander-in-chief Alvid Wedenberg.

Suddenly, there was a whisper among the crowd: "Wedenberg is here, Wiedenberg is here."

It was the commander-in-chief himself who came over. With him are generals in the Swedish army.

At this time, Widenberg seemed to be relieved of the heavy burden. His face was no longer as gray as dead white, but showed a little ruddy, and also revealed the military's majesty. His gray beard was also re-oiled, and the end was slightly upturned.

Behind Wedenberg, there are a group of Swedish generals such as Frangell, Eriksson, Lowenhout, and Baron Gustav Wrangel.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for this most historical moment.

Although he was the victor, King Kazimierz was extremely nervous. He stood solemnly immediately, preparing to take over the scepter of power from Widenberg.

Before Widenberg's arrival, King Kazimierz had fantasized about this scene countless times. How will Widenberg, the defeated army, beg for mercy from himself? The commander-in-chief of the three Swedish armies, who has frightened the marshals and monarchs of countless countries, those who stood in countless cities, and the veteran soldier who has experienced many battles, the Swedish who threatened to coexist and die with Warsaw a few days ago, will he? Shaking, trembling, and moaning in pain?

King Kazimierz's Adam's apple couldn't help but move.

But at such a solemn and historic moment, there was a loud noise in the city.

"Robber! Thief!"

Someone seems to be so insulting.