The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Taking advantage of the temporary truce, Cheerchen stepped across the battlefield full of corpses and wounded, and came to his uncle Pidro's side.

In the previous battle, the two squadrons led by Father Pidro and Spaso Kukecki were at the forefront. And Father Pidro and Spaso Kukecki received intensive care due to their distinctive armor and clergy status. Father Spaso Kukecki was hit on the head by a steel shield, and the corners of his eyes were cracked. His body was covered with blood. There were as many as seven or eight wounds on Pedro's body, even the well-equipped cavalry. Armor was almost broken. The two leaned on the wheels of a chariot that was mostly destroyed, looking up at the sky tiredly.

"Uncle Pidro, Father." Cheerchen shouted.

Seeing Cheerchen coming, Pidro drooped his head and did not speak, but he motioned his nephew to sit down beside him with his eyes—he was tired and didn't want to speak anymore.

Cheerchen sat down in front of the two.

Compared to Pedro, Father Spaso Kukecki is in a much better situation. When Cheerchen sat down, Father Spaso Kukecki smiled and said to Cheerchen: "Head, don't worry. I have nothing to do with Deputy Chief Pidro."

With that said, Father Spasokuktsky also pointed to the blood stains on his body and said: "It's all the blood of the enemy."

At this moment, Oksana, who was battling Sarben, came over, and she involuntarily took off the helmet on Father Spasokukotsky's head. The priest's head was full of solidified blood, and the blood held the locks of hair together, looking so shocking.

Oksana took out a roll of bandage and wrapped it up for the priest.

Seeing that Father Spaso Kukecki, who had always been honest, was also telling a lie, Piedro glanced at the priest. Then, Pidro said with the strength that he had accumulated for a long time: "You idiot, you still say it's okay if you are injured like this. Even if you're okay, I didn't say that I'm okay. I'm terrible now. It's terribly uncomfortable all over my body. Unless I have a drink, I'm really done."

After speaking, Pidro looked at Cheerchen, which meant to say: Did you bring wine?

Cheerchen removed the wine pouch from his waist and handed it to his uncle.

Pidro took the wine pouch and drank gulps. He drank so urgently that most of the wine was scattered on the ground.

Chechen, who was looking at Pidro, suddenly heard swallowing noises from around him. He swept around and saw the soldiers who collapsed or leaned on staring at the wine pouch.

Of course Cheer Chen understood the desire in the soldiers' eyes. He immediately stood up and announced in a loud voice: "Everyone can go to Ingrid to get a cigarette and a glass of wine."

After the battle, obviously nothing can comfort the soldiers' souls more than tobacco and alcohol.

For a moment, the soldiers cheered and thundered. They seemed to have regained their vitality at once, and got up and up from the ground one after another, rushing towards the direction of the quartermaster Ingrid in the rear.

For a time, only Cheerchen and other four people were left in the surrounding area.

"Your kid is more and more able to buy people's hearts." Pidro said to Chechen.

Cheerchen looked at the ground. He thought his uncle was criticizing himself.

"It doesn't count as buying people's hearts. This is what the soldiers deserve for their hard work."

Pidro knew that Cheechen had misunderstood what he meant, and he said angrily: "Smelly boy, I'm complimenting you."

Cheerchen scratched his head and smirked embarrassedly when he saw that he would be wrong about his uncle's meaning.

At this time, singing came from nowhere. Vaguely, Cheer Chen heard that this was a song of thought. Obviously, it was a certain Polish mercenary soldier who was singing.

Pidro straightened up suddenly, his expression extremely serious. Seriously, Cheer Chen could only see this expression when his uncle counted Taylor.

"Boy, you promise me one thing." Piedro said.

"What's the matter?" Cheerchen asked suspiciously.

Cheechen thought that Pidro would say that he would promise to run away alone when he couldn't do anything. In fact, although the mercenary group ended in victory in the past few days of battles, the situation is far less optimistic than Cheechen thought — not counting today’s loss, the mercenary group has already suffered two casualties in the previous few days. Three hundred people, in such a fierce battle just now, the casualties must have doubled. It can be said that the entire mercenary group has only half of its combat power left. Furthermore, if the Kalmyk cavalry led by Ayuqi on the opposite bank joined Isilan Glei’s river crossing and Uzenbeyi’s multifarious offensive just now, and they were inadequate in their forces, they were both left and right, and lost the other. It may have collapsed. Unexpectedly, what Uncle Piedro was talking about turned out to be his lifelong event...

"When the battle is over, you immediately find a woman to marry. Except for Natalie who has a bad temper and does not care about the family, you have no problem with what kind of uncle you look for. Uncle wants to live to see the next generation of the family born."

While talking~www.readwn.com~ Pidro actually started to cry.

Chechen, Oksana and Father Spasokukotsky were stunned. They didn't expect Pidro to make such a request.

Oksana was the first to react. She bent down and hooked up Pidro's shoulders and laughed: "Hey, Deputy Captain Pidro, what do you think of me being your nephew's wife? I'm sure to give your nephew three or four children."

After speaking, Oksana didn't forget to blink and coquettish. This natural optimism and the character of trying to tease people all the time is really not something ordinary people can have.

But what Pedro said just now was serious. He is not joking.

Pedro turned his head to ignore Oksana.

After a while, Father Spasokukotsky also reacted. He took out a handkerchief and handed it to Pidro, letting Pidro wipe the tears.

"Deputy commander, you think too much."

Pidro pushed away Spasokukotsky's extended hand. He took a sniffle, and then explained: "I used to be fearless. After all, barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes. But today, when a pagan cub cut off my breastplate, the scimitar cut through the lock inside. My uncle was really scared when I was in Zijia. I am not afraid of death, but thinking that we now have a family business in Vidava, if one day our uncle and nephew die unfortunately, we will inherit There is no family business."

Hearing Pidro’s words, Oksana on the side made a fuss again: "Oh, Deputy Captain Pidro, if you are really worried, you might as well accept me as a goddaughter. You won’t be afraid that you will have no property after death. Has anyone inherited it?"

This time, Pidro ignored Oksana even more. And Cheerchen looked at Pidro, wondering if he should tell his uncle about Fatima's pregnancy now.