The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

In the end, Cheerchen decided to follow the agreement with Kemal to hand over 100,000 talers in cash at Muhammad Glyy, or, to be correct, to send Ishran Gly to the instructions from Kafa or Istanbul. Yi handed it to Muhammad Gley.

"Xie Miao, you take Ishiran Glyy down. Then you will send more people to protect him. I don't want things to happen again today." Chechen ordered Xie Miao.

Just when Xie Miao was about to take Ishran Gley down, the guards outside the camp suddenly came in and reported: Haim asked to see himself on the order of Muhammad Gley.

"That hateful Khan dared to send someone over!"

Hearing that it was someone sent by Khan, Pidro suddenly became angry. He grinned the whip in his hand, and decided to himself: As long as the Haim dared to come in, he would call it father or mother.

Fortunately, Yelishei reminded Pidro in time that Haem was the first warrior of the Khanate, otherwise Pidro would be embarrassed if he went up and smoked him.

On the side, Isilan Glyy also fanned the flames and said, "Chechenbey, this is my brother who sent someone to see if I am dead. If I die, he will be guilty of you. You But be careful."

Hearing what Isilan Glyy said, Fedot and others suddenly became nervous. Yelishei also asked the guard: "How many people did that Haim bring?"

"A lot, there are thousands of people," the guard replied.

Everyone is stunned. Thousands of people, could it be that this is really coming to Xingshi to inquire about their crimes.

Seeing that he had been guessed a long time ago, Yishilan Glyy couldn't help laughing smugly. Halfway to the ridiculousness, Isilan Glyy's laughter stopped abruptly. He suddenly remembered that he and Chechen are grasshoppers on a rope. If the mercenary group is destroyed, he must be dead.

"What are you doing in a daze! Hurry up and send someone to look for Kemal! With the Sultan's soldiers, Muhammad Glyy dare not do anything to you." Isilan Glyy yelled. At this time, he was even more worried about the safety of the mercenary group than the members of the mercenary group.

Unexpectedly, the guard didn't finish the next sentence. He was interrupted by the laughter and words of Isilan Glyy just now, and now he has the opportunity to speak: "But those are prisoners, and there are less than a hundred riders who escorted them."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Quite a few people secretly blamed the guards who reported the news for not being able to speak, and were surprised.

Cheerchen was also nervous just now. At this moment he relieved his heart, although he still had questions about why Haim brought thousands of prisoners here, as long as he let Alan in, the matter would be clear.

"Let him in." Said to the guard thoroughly.

After a while, Haim dismounted at a place ten steps away from the big tent. Today's Haim, wearing a set of emerald green robe, with a peacock feather inserted in the headscarf, is so strange that it is indescribable, giving people a feeling like a poet is better than a samurai.

Of course, Haim's sword-like edge can't be concealed anyway. The closer he walked, the deeper the feelings of everyone. Haim walked into the tent, he first saluted Cheerchen, and then said: "Cheerchen Bey, fortunately you guys stopped here to rest, otherwise I can't catch up to you with so many people. "

Isilan Glyy on the side saw the first samurai who had changed the gate, and couldn't help snorting coldly.

At this moment, Haim turned around and glanced at Isilan Glyy. Facing his former master, Haim said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Ishilan Khan, good birds choose wood and dwell, and virtuous officials choose the master and serve. I don't think I have anything wrong. The blame is only for your defeat. , Otherwise you are still the object of my loyalty. Please wait a moment and I will take you back when I finish handing over with Bey. Khan has missed you badly these days, and he is chanting your name every day. ."

Isilan Gree looked at Haim with a sneer on the corners of her mouth. He was disdainful of talking to a dog of Muhammad Glyy who had betrayed him.

"Haim, what are you going to hand over with me? Also, why isn't Alan here today?" Chechen asked.

"Master Bey, of course you and I are the younger brother of the Khan, Ishiran Khan of the Khanate. As for Master Alan, he has other important things." Haim replied word by word.

The real situation is that after Muhammad Glyy learned that he had failed to buy and assassinate Isilan Glyy, he originally wanted to send Alan to condolences Chechen and stated that the matter had nothing to do with him. But Haim took the initiative to request Muhammad Gley to give him this task, and made this request in front of Alan. At the same time, he assured Khan that if he left the matter to himself, he would definitely be able to bring back Isilan Glyy.

Of course Haim knew that doing this would definitely offend Alan, Khan's first favorite, but he couldn't take care of it anymore.

Although Haim was the number one warrior of the Khanate, Haim had a great desire for fame. What he wanted was a high position in the Khanate like Mirza or Bey, instead of just being a guard for a lifetime. But both Isilan Glyy and Muhammad Glyy only use him as a good knife. Haim was never reconciled to this, so he wanted to express himself vigorously in front of Muhammad Gley, so that Muhammad Gley knew that he, Haim, was by no means just a martial artist.

"So where is the hundred thousand talers? Why didn't I see anything?" Piedro asked Haim. He also deliberately walked outside the tent and pointed to the empty ground outside.

"The money is outside." Haim turned and walked outside the tent. He guided Pidro: "Deputy Captain Pidro, you can see the money if you look far away."

Pidro lifted his eyes and looked into the distance, and saw that the Tatar cavalry brought by Haim were driving in a group of ten prisoners with their hands and feet tied and leather cords around their necks.

At this time, Cheerchen and the other officers of the mercenary group also walked outside the tent. When Haim saw everyone there, he explained loudly: "Bey, Khan has sent you 3,124 prisoners. According to the market price, these prisoners are more than one hundred thousand talers, only high and not low. Now these 24 are coming in. People are samples, and they are all in good health. The remaining 3,100 people are outside. You can send someone to check it out. If it is correct, please let me take Ishiran Glyy away."

After speaking, Haim bent down and lowered his head below his belly button, indescribably humble and respectful.

But the so-called extremes of things must be reversed, the more humility Haimu showed, in Chechen's eyes, the less humility but persecution. Moreover, Cheerchen has a feeling—Haim seems to have eaten himself today.

"Haim, I think you may have remembered it wrong. What I want is 100,000 talers in cash, not a human being." Chechen reminded Haim.

That said, but Chechen had already made up his mind, even if Haim really took out one hundred thousand talers now, he would not give him Isilan Gree.

Hearing Cheechen's refusal to himself, Haim raised his head, but a smile appeared on his face.

At this time, the 24 so-called samples had been driven in by the Tatar cavalry one after another, and they lined up in two rows in front of the tent.

There are men, women and children among these captives. Obviously, Muhammad Glyy or Haim did not choose, but rushed here all in one mind. The male captives stared at Haim and Chechen and others with dumb, hateful, or desperate eyes, while the female captives and children kept crying.

"Chechenbey, you should know. In our Crimean Khanate, these slaves are hard currency, no different from talers or gold coins. If you accept them, you will get a hundred thousand towers. Le. Khan also missed his brother, so he thought of this workaround. I hope you will be able to adapt to one or two."

On the side, Yelishei, Fedot, and Semeniao saw so many compatriots who had become slaves, especially those female compatriots who were all disheveled and their faces were raped in order to prevent the Tatars from seeing their beauty. The rubbing was black, and the heart of compassion was moved. Fedot and Semenopa looked at Chechen, hoping that he could agree with what Haim had said to exchange the 3124 prisoners with Isilan Glyy.

The soft part of Cheer Chen's heart was also touched. In an instant, he blurted out and agreed to exchange Isilan Gly for the 3124 slaves. After all, the life of one person is not important to the lives of more than 3,000 people.

Cheerchen’s hesitation was seen by Isilan Gree, who knew that there was only a dead end to leave the mercenary group. Ignoring Haim’s side, he shouted: "Chechenbey, I am the person that Mahmed Pasha wants. You will now hand me over to Muhammad Glyi, how can you explain to Pasha!"

Cheerchen was shocked when he heard the words, and he swallowed back when he was about to speak.

"Haim," Cheerchen turned his head hard and refused to look at the poor people. He said to Haim: "Please tell Khan. I still hope to exchange one hundred thousand talers at the beginning according to the original agreement. Lan Gree."

Hearing what Chechen said, the light of hope in Xie Miao and Fedot's eyes went out. They stood aside with their hands down. Although the two could understand Cheerchen's difficulties, they still bowed their heads in disappointment.

Haim didn't feel frustrated when he heard Cheorchen's refusal, as if he had expected Cheorchen to say that.

"Of course, of course." Haim replied as he walked back: "Since you insist on Bey, I can't force it."

After saying this, Haim just walked in front of a black-haired female captive. The female captive lowered her head and sobbed. Seeing Haim standing in front of her, she raised her head slightly in fear.

The mutation happened suddenly at this moment. Haim suddenly pulled out the scimitar on his waist and chopped off the woman's head with a single knife.

Haim's knife is so sharp, and his knife is so superb. The blade flashed across the poor woman's blonde hair, cut into the muscles, and cut off the bones. When her head fell to the ground, she had an incredible expression on her face.

Everyone was stunned. It wasn't until blood spurted from the neck of the headless corpse like a fountain, and the people behind her were covered with faces, that someone finally reacted.

"what!"

Behind the headless body, the blood-sprayed captive let out a horrified cry.

"What are you doing!"

"Bold!"

"You bastard!"

Chechen, Yelishei, Xie Miao and others reacted, and they shouted at Haim.

Seeing this sudden atrocities, the captives became agitated at this time. They were horrified and wanted to disperse around, especially the captives around Haim, who regarded Haim as a **** of death. But before they dispersed a few steps, they were driven back by the surrounding Tatars with sabers and whips.

Haim turned a deaf ear to Cheerchen and the others' yells. He put the Damascus scimitar in his hand with three scalpels, and then put the knife on the neck of the second person-this time, it was a young child under ten years old.

"Chechenbey, since you don't want these captives, there is no point for them to live. In this case, I will send them to see their God earlier." Haim said coldly.

This is the last resort used by Haim to complete the task assigned to him by Muhammad Gley. He knew that Cheerchen was not a cold-blooded and cruel person—because Haim himself was such a person, he could tell who was and who was not the same.

Cheerchen also understood that Haim was threatening him with the lives of these people, threatening to hand over Isilan Glyy to him. This method is stupid, because it is like a person in the market raising his child to threaten a fruit vendor: "If you don't sell me the apple, I will throw the child to death."

But this trick is also extremely clever, as long as the hawker has a little compassion, this poisonous trick will work.

After all, Chechen was not the kind of cold-hearted person, a sixteen-year-old boy, even though he had experienced the most things, he was still just a boy after all. But Chechen couldn't hand over Isilan Glyy, so he tried to use Muhammad Glyy to threaten Haim.

"These people are Khan's wealth. You ruined Muhammad Glyy Khan's wealth so recklessly, aren't you afraid that Muhammad Glyy Khan blames you!" Chechen stopped when he asked Haim. Shaking uncontrollably.

And obviously, the voice of his speech is too stern and visceral.

Seeing Cheerchen so nervous, Haim knew he was right.

In his heart, Haim despises Alan’s habit of using feminine means to do things~www.readwn.com~ He believes that the reason why Khan and the useless Alan are always led by Cheerchen’s nose is because They are not direct enough. Things that can be solved with fists depend on conspiracy and trickery. For example, when the assassination of Isilan Glyy failed, the first thing that Alan thought of was to find a scapegoat to calm Chechen's anger. But in the Khanate, who didn’t know that Khan and Cheechen had a face-to-face and heart-to-heart disagreement.

"Bey, of course I am afraid that the Khan blames me, but this time I took the order in front of the Khan. If I can't bring Isilan Glyy back today, then I will be a dead end." Putting even more pressure on Cheerchen, Haim deliberately cut the child's neck with a knife. Immediately, bright red blood dripped from the child's snow-white neck.

Perhaps because of the pain, or perhaps because of fear, the child burst into tears.

At this time, Xie Miao, Fedot and Yelishei couldn't help but drew their weapons. Although they knew that even if the three of them combined, they might not be Haim's opponents, but facing this inhumane murderous demon, the three of them bravely took a step forward.

"Um?"

Haim snorted. He changed his position to face the three of them, and then continued to put the knife on the child’s neck: "Three, if you take a step forward, I can’t guarantee that my hands will not shake. one time."

In the face of the threat from Haim, Yelishei and the others also cast a rat-in-the-mouse for a while.

After using words to force the three of them back, Haim gave Cheerchen an ultimatum: "Bey, I don't want you to do it hard, and you don't want me to do it hard. You give me Isilan Glyy. , I will give you all of these people. Think about it, and I will give you three more minutes."