The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

While Muhammad Glyy was remorseful, Cheerchen's uncle Pidro was also looking for Cheerchen in a similar mood. But this time, Pidro did not regret that he had set the price of Isilan Glyy too low, but was worried that his nephew would not give Muhammad Glyy any face in the public. Will it attract the jealousy of Muhammad Gley? After all, Franco's Yin Jian is not far away.

Before, Pidro didn't think about this, but when he thought of this possibility, Pidro became more and more afraid.

When Pidro lifted the corner of the camp where Cheechen was, he saw Cheechen lying with Fatima, Cheechen's forehead nodded on the forehead of Fatima who was sleeping on his lap, and said Unpredictable affection.

Even an old river like Piedro, seeing such a beautiful scene with his nephew as the protagonist, he couldn't help but blush. Pidro quickly noticed that the curtain was half raised, and then coughed pretentiously outside.

"Ahem."

"who is it?"

"Me, Piedro."

"Please wait, uncle."

Fatima woke up abruptly when it heard that Pidro was coming, she instinctively wanted to hide. Chechen grabbed her: "Fatima, you stay. Here, Uncle Pidro is my only relative here, and we always have to let him know about our affairs and get his blessing. "

Seeing Cheerchen's eager eyes, Fatima nodded.

Just now, the reason Fatima, who has always been very vigilant, sleeps so deeply, is because she has been so tired in the past few days. In addition, he was pregnant, so his vigilance dropped so severely that even Pidro didn't notice it when he reached the door.

Unlike the Viscount Hessian, Fatima's crossing of the Kalmyk blockade was not so smooth. The Kalmyks set up numerous ambushes in the woods and grasslands. Fatima was exposed after passing the second cordon. Five Kalmyk cavalrymen spotted her in a swamp, and immediately they surrounded her, and one of them shot a dynamite arrow into the sky.

Fatima knew that if she could not get rid of or kill these five enemies in the shortest time, more and more Kalmyks would surround her, and it would be difficult for her to escape.

As a result, Fatima did everything from the beginning. On the galloping horse, Fatima threw two throwing knives at the two oncoming enemies. One of them accurately passed the neck of a Kalmyk cavalry, while the other was blocked by another Kalmyk cavalry with a shield.

At the moment when the Kalmyk cavalry blocked his sight because of his shield covering his upper body, Fatima spurs the horse's belly with a spur. The effort approached the Kalmyk cavalry.

The scimitar in Fatima's hand brushed the enemy's side waist, and the sharp scimitar cut the Kalmyk cavalry into two with the speed of the horse.

Although the two Kalmyk cavalry were resolved at once, Fatima's crisis was not resolved. Because the other three Kalmyk cavalry have surrounded them from the wings and behind.

Two Kalmyk cavalrymen who had circumvented from left and right raised their compound bows at the same time. They cooperated tacitly. One shot an arrow at Fatima riding on the horse, and the other aimed at the horse's neck.

Two feather arrows were shot almost at the same time. If this were ordinary people, they would have lost ground. Even a high-strength knight could block or dodge a feather arrow in this situation.

But Fatima is not an ordinary person, and the skills that he trained in the dark and cruel Ottoman Turkish sultan's court allowed Fatima to pick and fly these two arrows with unimaginable actions. She first turned sideways, took off the steel shield from her back and placed it on the mount’s neck. The Kalmyk’s feather arrow was nailed to the steel shield, making a “ding” and an unwilling neigh, and then landed on On the ground; and by moving sideways, Fatima's scimitar drew a beautiful arc from bottom to top, which was like a crescent moon.

The blade of the scimitar slashed on the arrowhead of the flying arrow, and Fatima used a skill to pick up the arrow.

At this time, the Kalmyk cavalry behind Fatima saw that his companion's tactics had failed. He shouted, and at the same time clamped the belly of the horse with his legs, urging the horse to speed up. The spear that stood upright in his hand glowed with cold light and pointed directly at Fatima's back.

But Fatima's horse was always so much faster than him. Although the spearful Kalmyk cavalry tried to chase after him, he couldn't reach Fatima.

The Kalmyk cavalry on the left and right flanks joined him, and the three horses raced side by side, chasing Fatima behind him. Since the bows and arrows could not go over the horse's head and shoot, the two Karen Maek cavalry threw their bows away and swung their cutlasses.

"Squeak."

Following the wind, there was a faint sound of sparks burning. The Kalmyk cavalry with a gun is the one with the best ears in the claimant. He has seen the arquebus of a matchlock burning and knows that it is the sound. The Kalmyk cavalry mistakenly thought that Fatima was going to fight back with a musket. Knowing the power of the musket, he hurried to remind his companions to be concealed.

Suddenly, a black ball fell from the left side of the horse that Fatima was riding. Then, Fatima swiftly accelerated, and instantly stretched the distance between herself and the chasing soldiers ten more steps.

The three Kalmyk cavalrymen were wondering what was falling on the ground, and the black spherical object suddenly exploded under the belly of the Kalmyk cavalryman in the middle.

It turned out that the sound of the match rope heard by the Kalmyk cavalry was not from a musket, but from a bomb.

The violent explosion and scattered shrapnel enveloped the three Kalmyk cavalry regiments. At this time, neither the exquisite kicking hiding nor the sophisticated armor could save them—the three Kalmyk cavalry and their mounts all fell. In a pool of blood. The worst thing was the mount of the Kaman Meck who was holding a gun. He heard a big opening in his abdomen, and his colorful intestines were exposed.

Although Fatima had dealt with the five people as quickly as possible, the speed of the nearby Kalmyk cavalry was far beyond Fatima's expectations. Without a solution, Fatima had to hit the horse into the dangerous swamp.

Fatima knows very well that dangerous swamps can also limit the mobility of the Kalmyks while causing trouble to herself. What's more, the perilous swamp is more dangerous to the crowded party.

In the beginning, the Kalmyks chased her with all their strength. Fatima could feel that there were at least ten chasing soldiers behind her. This is a chase, and the stalker is thinking about catching up with her as soon as possible, and then killing her. Fatima took advantage of the enemy's impatience. She set up a small trap at her last resting point-a shallow buried wood thorn that was sharpened and roasted by fire. This trap can't kill people, but it can make the enemy lose combat effectiveness and drag down at least two of his companions.

Towards the evening, Fatima set a second trap. A bowl of steaming broth. The meat is good meat. It is air-dried with top-quality beef and hammered into tight floss. This pocket contains almost half of the cow. When it is eaten, it will be boiled with water to restore it to delicious beef. The soup is a good soup, made by Fatima with precious drinking water and salt. Even in peacetime, this is a food that can make people feast on.

But Fatima knew that after encountering the first trap, those Kalmyks who chased him would not dare to move anyway.

They are afraid of being poisonous.

There is no poison in the broth. Fatima's broth is not intended to poison the enemy, but to attract "enemies" for them.

In the swamp, there are poisonous snakes and beasts.

In a day and a half, Fatima constantly switched between the pursued and the hunter. She succeeded in turning the enemy behind her into single digits. But the remaining enemies are getting more and more difficult. It was also an elite who could survive in the swamp.

Fatima herself is not without danger. Just that night, when she lit a bonfire, a python suddenly appeared behind her. The python spit out the letter, and his green eyes stared at Fatima steadily. At this time, Fatima had only one dagger in her hand. She didn't move, even the sweat from the campfire kept running across her cheeks. Finally, the python treated her as a sculpture, but the horse on the side woke up untimely and sneezed.

The python was startled, and it rushed towards Fatima's mount. Out of instinctive fear, the warhorse kept kicking the front hoof, which made it impossible to get close for a while. This was a good time for Fatima to escape, but Fatima did not escape, because Fatima knew very well that she could not lose her horse, and she had to go to Kursk.

Raising the dagger, Fatima exhausted all her strength and rushed to the body of the python, and the end of her dagger pierced the python's head.

The python suffered a fatal blow, but its vitality was so stubborn that it still had enough power to knock Fatima to the ground.

The python straightened his upper body, and the dagger on its head shone silver in the moonlight. The python swooped at Fatima, who fell to the ground, and Fatima dodged it dangerously and sideways. She turned over and sat on the python, and struck the handle of the dagger hard with both fists.

This time, the python did not get up again.

After that, Fatima didn't dare to light a bonfire easily. Hungry, she catches insects in the swamp. A finger-sized worm is the most delicious. They twisted their fat bodies around in their hands. Fatima just pinched the head with her fingers, and then slowly strangled it, and the green feces were squeezed out.

The tender flesh of the insect quickly became a thick paste between the teeth, with a smooth bitterness like swamp air. But Fatima carefully grinds her teeth and uses her tongue to search for larger pieces of meat in the meat paste to ensure that she can get as much nutrition as possible-even if she doesn't need it, the baby in her belly needs it.

On the second day, Fatima walked out of the swamp.

Fatima knew that there might be at least five Kalmyks behind her, but they were equally exhausted and could no longer catch up with herself. In other words, I have gotten rid of them.

Stepping on the horse again, Fatima, reluctant to rest and feed herself, continued to gallop towards Kursk.

After that, when Muhammad Glyy rushed to "rescue" Chechen because of Ishran Glyy, Fatima took the lead again. This state lasted for a few days, even the iron man couldn't hold it.

After a few minutes, Pidro came in. He glanced at Cheerchen and then at Fatima, then raised his fist and put it on his lips pretendingly, coughing-Piedro liked this action very much, because This made him feel more imposing in his later speech, more like an elder.

"Cheerchen, there is something..."

As soon as Pidro wanted to speak, Cheerchen interrupted him: "Uncle, I also have something to tell you."

Then Cheerchen held Fatima's hand and pulled forward, pulling Fatima to the front, and then said to Pidro: "Uncle, I'm getting married, and Fatima. I'm sorry I didn't tell you in advance. ."

When Cheerchen talked about getting married with Fatima, Cheerchen seemed to have used all his courage, but later on, he was getting closer and closer.

Pidro looked at Cheerchen and did not speak, which made Cheerchen and Fatima nervous. Especially for Fatima, Cheerchen could feel the sweat bursting out of her palms.

Cheerchen squeezed Fatima's hand and smiled at her, indicating that Fatima doesn't need to worry.

"You should be sorry," Piedro said. His voice was low, like wind blowing in a cave. But this was completely pretended by Pidro, because there was a vaccination given by Oksana in advance, and Pidro had accepted Fatima and Cheerchen together. He just wanted to tease the two a little bit now.

"Deputy Commander, Cheerchen and I..." Fatima listened to the dissatisfaction in Pidro's words, she was very nervous, and hurriedly wanted to explain.

"No, Fatima, you don't need to explain." Piedro lowered his head and closed his eyes and sighed deeply~www.readwn.com~ It seemed extremely disappointed.

Cheerchen became nervous when he saw this, he cried "Uncle!"

Pidro secretly opened his eyes. Seeing that it was almost done, he suddenly raised his head and changed his smiling face.

"But what you should be sorry for is not telling me your story first. Not only is it not the first, but the last, you are really worthy of your uncle."

After speaking, Pidro laughed loudly, as if he had succeeded in trickery.

Although the turning point came suddenly and was taken aback, Cheerchen and Fatima breathed a sigh of relief. Because it looks like this, Pidro does not object to the two being together.

By coincidence, Cheerchen and Fatima looked at each other and smiled. At this time, the smile on Fatima's stern face was as sweet as honey.

Cheerchen thought, he was hesitating whether to tell Uncle Pietro about another matter at this opportunity.

"Uncle Pidro, I have one more thing to tell you." Finally, Cheerchen made up his mind to tell the story of Fatima's pregnancy together now.

Pidro was smiling. He stopped laughing when he heard that Cheerchen had something to tell himself.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

Cheerchen glanced at Fatima again. Through this look, Fatima understood what Cheerchen was going to say, and her hand was naturally placed on her lower abdomen.

"Uncle, Fatima is pregnant. She already has my baby." Cheer Chen announced loudly.

The news was so sudden that Pidro felt dizzy for a while. Then, he felt a rush of blood rushing to his forehead again, and he couldn't breathe in the heat.

"Let me slow down, let me slow down." Piedro said, sticking his head out of the tent.