The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

At this moment, under the leadership of Ingrid, Chechen and Pidro have reached the Kuban River. Seeing Ingrid greeting a raft supported by a sheep's bladder on the shore, Cheerchen finally couldn't help but ask: "Ingrid, Yelishey and they are on the other side?"

"Yes, captain," Ingrid said quietly.

"What are they going to do on the other side?"

"They go, they go to save people." Ingrid said.

"Save people? Save who?"

Hearing that Yelishei and Fedot were going to the other side to save people, Pidro couldn't understand.

At this time, the raft came to Cheerchen and the others.

Ingrid nodded and jumped onto the raft. She said anxiously: "Head, deputy head, you will know when you go."

On the other side, even without Ingrid's leadership, Cheerchen and Pidro also found Yelishei and the others, because the whole camp on the other side had the biggest movement there.

"Head, why are you here?"

Just as Cheerchen was heading in that direction, Viscount Hessian suddenly appeared behind him, with a surprised expression on his face.

Chechen could be sure that when he crossed the river with his uncle and Ingrid, Viscount Hessian was definitely not behind him. The Viscount appeared now, obviously he had passed by early.

"Hesse, why are you here? Also, what's the matter?" Cheerchen stopped and asked.

Seeing Cheerchen asking himself, Viscount Hessian showed an awkward look on his face.

"Head, I am also here to save people."

Just now Ingrid said Yelishei and the others were here to save people, and now Viscount Hessian said the same.

"explain more clearly!"

"Yes!"

Viscount Hessian told Chechen that it turned out that when the following Tatars drove tens of thousands of prisoners to the Kuban River, Yelishei Fedot, Semeno and others moved compassionately. They are all Russians, how can they see their compatriots being so devastated? But they also understood that they did not have the ability to rescue them, even Chechen could not have the ability to rescue everyone from Muhammad Glyy and other Tatar nobles. If Cheerchen really did this, Muhammad Glyy would be very pleased, because he would become the public enemy of all Tatars.

Therefore, Yelishei and others approached Ingrid. They each advanced a year's salary from the quartermaster, and they thought they could save one or the other with the money.

It just so happened that Viscount Hessian happened to pass by when Yelischey and others advanced their salary. He was greatly moved when he heard about it, and he also advanced a sum of money from Ingrid, ready to do his part.

After listening to Viscount Hessian, Cheerchen finally understood what was going on. However, he was very skeptical of what Viscount Hessen said he wanted to do his best. After all, when he first arrived in Kafa, Viscount Hessian once went to Kafa's slave market to do his part for society.

Since Cheerchen looked at Viscount Hessian with too obvious suspicion, the guilty Viscount Hessian hurriedly turned his head to the other side, which made Cheerchen affirmed his inner judgment.

At this moment, there was a howl of pain that did not sound like a human voice from the crowd. Cheerchen hurriedly pushed aside the crowd of onlookers and rushed in. Sure enough, I saw Yelishei and Fedot fighting with a group of Tatars in the river, but Yelishei and the others did not need to rescue them by themselves.

I saw Yelishei grabbing the braids on both sides of a naked Tatar's head one by one, as if tearing the ears of a rabbit; while Fedote waved his fist and took a Tatar with a soldering iron. The man's face opened the dye factory.

On the side, Che Chen also saw Xie Miao. This own personal captain was also in the battle group at this time. He grabbed the heads of two Tatars, and smashed them together.

In addition, Cheorchen also saw a giant nearly two meters tall. This person is wearing an off-white linen shirt, barefoot, and wearing black trousers. His face was full of golden beards, and he was about forty or fifty years old, and his appearance was seven or eight points similar to Yelishei. With chains on his hands, the big man was obviously a slave captured by the Tatars. While Cheerchen was observing him, the big man slammed his fist backwards and smashed a Tatar who was trying to sneak a few meters away.

In addition to what Chechen saw, there were already four or five Tatars lying around the four people. Obviously, these are the results of Yelishei's battle.

Just as Cheerchen was about to go forward, a hole was opened at the other end of the crowd. A pale-faced Tatar noble came in with his prince's guard-Chechen recognized him as Mansurbey of the Crimean Khanate.

As soon as Mansour Bey appeared, a scalp-headed guy crawled out of a corner. He grabbed Bey's boots and said with a mournful face: "Bey, you have to be the master of your loyal servant!"

This person seems to be from Mansour Bey, but Mansour Bey's attitude towards him is extremely bad. I saw Mansulbey kicked him off before he was finished speaking, and then swearing fiercely: "A guy who has done nothing but succeeded."

After kicking his own people, UU read www.ukanshu. Com Mansurbey turned his head and looked at Yelishei and others viciously. He gritted his teeth and said: "Get me arrested for these troublemakers!"

Cheerchen knew that it was time to play by himself.

"Hi, Mansour Bay, it's been a long time." Cheer Chen said hello.

Seeing that it was Cheechen, Mansur Bey finally squeezed a smile on his face: "It turned out to be Cheechen Bey, I don't know what wind brought you here?"

"Of course it's a good wind. I originally asked Yelishei to send the greeting card. I hope I can visit Bey tomorrow. But I didn't expect that these subordinates of mine are all vulgar people. People are really guilty and guilty when they fight."

Hearing Chechen's words, Mansurbey smiled contentedly. He said to Cheorchen: "My door is open for you to Cheerchen Bey at any time."

"I can't ask for it," Cheer Chen said with a smile.

Seeing that the atmosphere eased, the scorpion-headed rat-eyed guy suddenly hugged Mansurbey. This time, he hugged Bay's thigh.

"Bey, you can't let them take people away. These are all mine, not all your wealth!" The man cried earth-shattering. It turned out that when Chechen and Mansurbey were about to leave, Yelishei also helped the middle-aged man to go with them.

What makes Cheorchen strange is that when the Tatars onlookers saw this, not only did they not show sympathy, but all their faces were full of gloat.

"roll!"

This time, Mansour Bay only uttered one word. The two Crimean princes' guards quickly dragged him away.

Mansul Bey turned his head, and he said to Cheerchen apologetically: "Chechen Bey, some of my subordinates are rough and lack education. Please don't be offended."

"of course not."