The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

"God Allah!"

"Oh, God!"

"Jesus Christ!"

When Christina brought back Cheerchen, who had fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss, Fatima, Yelisei, Viscount Hess and other members of the mercenary group who had not fallen asleep gathered one after another. They surrounded Cheerchen, asking what happened to Christina? How could the regiment leader get hurt like this?

"Don't ask any more, now the most important thing is to get Thrall Ben to be healed by Cheer Chen."

Christina stroked a strand of hair that was sticking together from sweat to the back of her head, and then said to Fatima: "Fatima, you move the fastest, you go."

"Yes, I'll go right away!"

Fatima ran out the door without waiting for Christina to finish.

At this moment, Christina went to change her clothes. Her half breastplate had long been soaked with Chechen's blood.

Sarben was quickly brought over by Fatima. He was barefoot, apparently Fatima didn't even give him time to put on shoes.

Sarben sat down on the head of the bed. He looked at Cheerchen's wound carefully. After Fatima left the meeting, Oksana had simply treated the wound. She wiped the vicinity of the wound with alcohol and put on a bandage.

Thrall Ben raised his head. He asked: "Who handled this?"

"It's me." Oksana replied.

Sarben smiled relievedly. He nodded and praised: "You handled it very well and made it very clean."

"Salben, what's going on with Cheerchen?" Fatima asked anxiously.

"The leader is nothing. Fortunately, the knife didn't pierce the heart, but got stuck between the two ribs." Sarben said.

"Then it's okay!" Fatima said in surprise.

"Can't say that either." Sarben's face collapsed again.

"The head of the team lost too much blood after all, and now he is in a coma. Maybe he can wake up in a week, maybe half a year, maybe."

Perhaps, perhaps, Sarben's words made Fatima, who was already impatient, have the urge to beat him.

But Yelishei and others heard what Sarben said, their expressions of joy dimmed.

"Everyone, let's go down. What Cheerchen needs most now is rest. I believe that the merciful God will not let Cheerchen leave us so cruelly."

Christina's words came from a certain dignity, and Yelishei and the others had no better way. They all walked towards the door one after another.

Fatima did not leave.

"Christina, I want to stay and take care of Cheerchen." Fatima pleaded.

"Oh, all right."

Christina finally agreed to see Fatima's love for Cheerchen.

So Fatima sat on the other side, the back of her hand gently brushing across Cheechen's pale face.

"Christina, who on earth hurt the captain? Is it Muhammad Gley's?" Fatima asked Christina again. This time, Fatima aimed directly at Muhammad Gley. Because only he is the most motivated to be against Cheorchen, and Tukhaibei is a lesson for the past.

"No," Christina denied, "Don't guess. The most important thing now is not revenge, but Cheerjin's recovery. Let Cheerchen wake up and let him tell you."

Christina knew Fatima's character. If she knew that Natalie had hurt Cheerchen, she would definitely go for revenge. But Christina knew that Natalie was unintentional, and now she must be immersed in extreme regret.

Fatima's lips bite tightly. She stopped talking, but sat quietly, just sitting and looking at Cheerchen.

The next day, news of Chechenbei's injury and coma spread throughout Bergzisalay. Since Christina was silent about Cheerjin's injury, she didn't want to say more. Therefore, all kinds of speculations and rumors are flying in the sky. Among them, the rumors of Muhammad Glyy's "cunning rabbits die and the lackeys cook" are the most uproarious.

But this time, Muhammad Glyy must be the one who felt wronged the most. In order to prove his innocence and calm the rumors, he only brought Alan to Cheerchen's mansion to visit his "most trusted" Bey.

Christina received Muhammad Gley and thanked Khan for coming.

When Muhammad Glyy left Chechen's mansion, Khan's heart was relaxed, because his suspicion was finally washed away. Immediately, Muhammad Glyi was ecstatic again. Because if Cheerchen really couldn't wake up, he would be less restrained in the Khanate.

Then, in the afternoon, Bayezid Khan also came. He sat back in the main hall of the mansion and left.

And the third one to visit Chechen was Duke Goshenowski, head of the delegation of the Republic of Poland.

After inquiring a few words about Chechen's situation, Gosenowski talked about his main purpose here.

"Deputy head Chris, and everyone. Your head Chechen once promised me to hand over the families of the Crimean nobles to me." Waiting for someone to say. The duke's domineering attitude and his disregard for Cheechen's life and death made Yelishei and others resent.

"My lord, our head is in a coma. He hasn't told us about this before. Therefore, it is better to wait until Cheorchen wakes up to talk about it." Christina replied. She learned the lesson recognized by Natalie today and trimmed her makeup. While Duke Gosenowski called himself Chris, apparently Natalie did not tell the Duke of her true identity.

When Prince Goshenowski heard that Christina said that he would wait for Chechen to wake up to talk, his face immediately collapsed.

"Deputy head Chris, are you a Christian?" Gosenovski asked.

"Of course, I am a Christian."

"Then how can you not believe what one Christian said to another Christian. Besides, I, a Duke of the Republic, will deceive you!" Gosenowski rebuked angrily.

"Duke, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that Chief Chechen once strictly ordered us to take good care of the families of those nobles, and no one can touch them without his orders." Christina said softly and hardly.

Gosenovsky blew his beard and stared, finally he was worried that the noble face didn't want to use body language to speak.

"Deputy head Chris, this matter is related to the alliance between the Republic of Poland and the Khanate of Crimea, and the significance cannot be overstated. If your head agrees, if the relationship between the two countries is caused by you If there is a crack and the Khanate cannot send troops as scheduled, will you bear the responsibility or your head?" Gosenovski threatened.

Christina did not pay attention to Gosenovski’s threat. She retorted: "Duke Gosenovski, if the relationship between the brothers of the Republic and the Khanate will be because of me and our regiment. If such a small person has cracks, I'm afraid this relationship is already unstable, right?"

Gosenowski was speechless for a while.

"Then I will leave first."

After a while, Gosenovski bowed stiffly and bowed slightly, then turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Christina stopped Duke Gosenowski.

"Duke, what about Miss Natalie, your deputy head? Why didn't you see her today?" Christina asked.

"It has nothing to do with you, deputy head Chris." Gosenovski replied without looking back, and then walked away.

Christina thought that the matter had come to an end for a while, and she and Fatima took care of Cheerchen wholeheartedly. Unexpectedly, on the fourth day after Gosenovski’s visit, Kristina received news that Gosenovski led someone to the place where the protons were under house arrest and put all the protons under house arrest. The protons are taken away.

The news was brought by Fedot. There, he and Stepan Racine took care of the protons.

"What the **** is going on? Why did Gosenovski take away all his nephews like this!" Christina asked Fedot.

She rarely gets angry.

"Deputy commander, Goshenowski came as the head of the Polish mission. He walked in the forefront, and our people did not dare to stop. Please punish me." Fedot said. With a look of death, he knew that he had caused irreparable losses to the mercenary group.

"So what about Stepan Racine? Is he also afraid of Gosenovski?" Christina did not punish Fedot for the time being, but asked about the other person he was in charge of with him.

"No, Stepan Racine blocked it, but I ordered it to be let go. It was my fault." Fedot took the initiative to bear all the faults.

Christina sighed. The loss of the proton made the mercenary group lose an important means of restraining Muhammad Glyy. Although this loss is not fatal, it is irreversible.

"The captain is still in a coma. In the mercenary group, only he has the right to deal with one person. Fedote, you go to your own confinement first, and you will be condemned by Cheechen when he wakes up."

For Christina's treatment, Fedot was convinced. He gave a deep salute, and then walked towards the confinement room.

When Fedot's figure disappeared completely, Christina shouted:

"Fatima!"

A green figure suddenly appeared behind Christina.

"You go to Pirikop right away. No matter who it is, even if someone says you follow my order, you can't hand over the castle!"

Fatima gritted her teeth after hearing the order. She didn't want to leave Cheerchen who was in a coma.

"This matter is very important. I can only trust you among everyone. Don't worry, Cheerchen has me here, and I will pass on his latest news to you every day." Christina understood why Fatima hesitated, she gave Fatima took a reassurance pill and said.

Fatima bit her lip, and finally said, "Yes."

On the third day of the incident, Gosenovski, who forcibly took away all the protons, became Bergzisalay's biggest joke.

Gosenovsky gave all the protons to Muhammad Gley, thinking that the Crimean Khan would fulfill his promise.

Of course, Muhammad Gley did not "lie" to him either. In the afternoon when protons were obtained, a Tatar cavalry of more than 5,000 men gathered in front of the mansion where the mission was staying.

Seeing these five thousand Tatar cavalry, Gosenovsky was full of joy. He was secretly pleasing Muhammad Glyy’s trustworthiness, and was about to say a few words to boost his morale. Unexpectedly, a Tatar knight suddenly came to Goshenowski’s face with a flying horse, close to the star of Lianma. They all hit the duke's clothes.

"Duke, please give orders. I am Karasimirz," the knight said jokingly.

If Gosenovs was more awake, he should be able to hear it, but at this time the duke was in excitement and he didn't hear the knight's teasing at all.

"Knights, the friendship between our two countries has a long history. Today, you are going to follow me to deal with our common enemies, the ferocious Swedes and Cossacks, the Tatar cavalry is full of military virtues, and I believe in those Swedes and Lao Lao. We will definitely tremble under your scimitar. History turns your story into an epic."

Gosenovs spoke of impassionedness, but the cavalry below leaned forward and backward with a smile, and the knight in front of the duke couldn't even straighten up.

No matter how stupid Gosenovs was, he could see the difference~www.readwn.com~ He stopped talking.

"Duke, have you prepared the money?" Karazimir asked with a smile.

"Uh, what's the money?" Gosenovs asked without even thinking about it.

Karazimir laughed more happily.

"Of course it is the money for the war. Don't we need money to fight for your republic?"

Gosenovs was speechless.

"Money, the Republic has given it to the Khan."

The knight waved his hand.

"That's for Khan, I mean it's for us."

Gosenovs originally had 40,000 Taylor, but as soon as he arrived in Bergzisale, he gave it to Muhammad Gley as military expenses. Now he has nothing.

Of course, Karazi's move was inspired by Muhammad Glyy, he just wanted to make a problem so that he could "justifiably" not send troops.

"Or I will give you to Khmelnitsky in exchange for money?"

Hearing what Karazimir said, the Tatar cavalry laughed again.

Gosenovs' face flushed with shame, which was a great insult to the old nobleman.

The greater insult is yet to come. When Karazimir saw Gosenovs blushing and speechless, he bent down through the horse's neck and grabbed Gosenovs' beard with his hands.

The Polish nobles regarded the beard as life, and Gosenovs yelled "Ah" and took three or four steps back.

"When I go to Lviv, the Republic will pay." Gosenovs said, protecting his beard.

"Old guy, Lviv is too far away. We want it now! Brothers are all here, you can't pay for a day, we eat yours and sleep with you!" Karazimir said viciously.

By now, Gosenovs didn't know that Muhammad Glyy was playing tricks on himself, and he was not going to send troops at all.

The old prince yelled and lay down on the ground.