The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Chechen thought that his heart was hard enough. During his time in Crimea, he used various tactics and was able to play easily among Muhammad Glyi, Mehmet Pasha, Bayezid and others. Occasionally, he also used his slaves to Kafa to use them as his own, accumulating enough troops for the successful capture of Bergzisalay.

But today, he knew that this was not the case, and his heart was still too soft. Seeing the child's helpless and terrified eyes and the head of the female corpse that fell to the ground and remained unbelievable, he knew he had lost.

At this time, Haim's heart was also extremely tense. One minute has passed since his three-minute ultimatum, but Cheerchen in front of him still didn't mean to compromise at all. Every time, when his sharp eyes saw Cheerchen’s white and trembling fingers lifted up, and his lips seemed to be talking, he thought he was going to succeed, but in the end, Cheerchen still didn’t show up. Compromise yourself.

"Is my estimation wrong, or is my level of threat not enough to shake his mind?" Haim asked himself inwardly. At this moment, he regretted it a little, regretting that his ultimatum was too early-he should kill three or four more people, and then threaten Chechen, this effect might be better.

At 1 minute and 30 seconds, Haim calculated from the bottom of my heart, there was still half of the time.

At the same time, Haim also cheered up for himself in his heart: he would never miss Chechen.

The bad guy, always hope that everyone else is good, so that he can do whatever he wants.

At this time, the soldiers of the mercenary regiment had already been alarmed, and they surrounded Haim and others with weapons in their hands. In the outer periphery, some people who passed by, heard that a major event had happened here, the Tatar nobles and tribal chiefs also surrounded them one after another.

"Haim, put down the knife, or I will shoot." Pidro said to Haim with a reed pistol in his hand.

"Okay, Deputy Captain Pedro. Then see if it's your gun or mine."

At this moment, Haim knew that he had no retreat, he simply broke the jar and gambled everything in.

Meet on a narrow road, and the brave wins.

This is a sentence that Haim's master once taught him. Now, Haim feels that he and Cheerchen are the swordsmen who met in the narrow alley. Whoever retreats first will lose.

1 minute and 15 seconds.

Haim's steel hands were already shaking. Because he didn't control his strength for a while, the sharp blade almost cut open the artery of the hostage in his hand. Haim stabilized his mind, he told himself that he must be steady.

Even more nervous is Isilan Glyy. He prayed devoutly to God, praying that Haim’s knife or Pedro’s gun would be fired by one of them.

"5-4-3." Haim muttered silently. In a few seconds, there will be 1 minute left for the two of them.

"You **** heretics!"

Suddenly, a huge roar like a **** descending from the earth sounded on the left side of the camp. A giant two meters tall rushed out and pounced on Haim.

The giant held a camp bed in his hands, and he threw the camp bed at Haim while running.

That giant is Yelisei's father. This old Tsarist Boye was originally sitting on the camp bed in a muddle-headed manner, but when the movement outside, the atrocities of Haim and the conversation between him and Chechen and others spread to Yelishei's ears. Here, the giant began to react, his lips kept opening and closing, and he muttered: "Our Father in heaven, may everyone honor your name as holy. May your kingdom come. May your will Walking on the earth, as walking in the sky. Our daily diet is given to us today. Forgive our debts, just as we forgive people’s debts. Do not let us encounter temptation, save us from evil. Because of the kingdom, authority, and glory , It’s all yours, forever, Amen."

The old Yelishei said this prayer faster and faster, and his mind gradually became sober. When he stood up again, the old Yelishei regained his role as a warrior.

Chechen's hesitation, old Yelishei is all in his eyes, this has become the ironclad evidence that the mercenaries in the old Yelishei's concept are dirty, dirty, and ruthless.

Since Cheerchen couldn't save him when he died, he, the Boyer nobles of Tsarist Russia could not help but save his compatriots.

Although the giants who rushed out suddenly and flew into the camp bed scared Haim, he was the number one swordsman of the Crimean Khanate after all, and had rich experience in actual combat and on-the-spot response.

I saw Haim sideways to avoid the camp bed that was flying over his head, and then he retracted his hand holding the knife, while picking up his left foot, picking up the hostage child and holding it in his hand.

The camp bed fell to the ground and fell apart. Yelishei and Seimiao took the opportunity to kill them, and the old Yelishei also grabbed the arquebus from a musketeer on the side and held it upside down, slamming it against Haim like using a big axe.

The trio fight against Haem, this scene is like the Ackerman city, Yelishei and Nahai and Hasar teamed up. It was only at that time that Yelishey and the three were using their best weapons, combining long and short soldiers; but here, although Xie Miao’s strength is great, his martial arts are not as proficient as Nahai, and the old Yelishey Wielding a matchlock and angered, but he didn't cooperate with his son and Xie Miao, and even if Haim fell down the wind, he would use the child as a shield, making the three of them lose sight of each other. Sometimes Yelishei and Seimiao even had to "help" Haim to block the old Yelishei in order to save the children.

After fighting like this for twenty or thirty rounds, Haim swept back Yelishei and Semeniao, and then his sword slashed off the arquebus in the hands of the old Yelishei. Harim took advantage of the momentum and kicked the old Yelishei's chest heavily, kicking the giant to the ground.

"Don't come here!"

Haim stepped on the old Yelishei's chest, and he raised the crying child to his chest to block the musketeer who aimed at him.

"Chechenbey, now I have two hostages in my hand. You don't lose if you replace one." Haim gasped.

Before Cheerchen spoke, Pidro snorted coldly: "You have two hostages left. Look around."

It turned out that in the fight of the four just now, the prisoners brought in by Haim all scattered and ran away. The Tatar cavalry who had been in charge of them were under the aim of the mercenary group musketeers, and they were all silent and afraid to move.

Haim's eyes widened, and the old Yelishei who stepped hard under his feet let out a painful snort: "This is just a part of the prisoners I brought, and there are thousands of people outside. As long as something happens to me here, They will kill all the thousands of prisoners according to my orders."

This is nothing but a bluff of Haim. Haim does not have the ability to foresee, it is impossible for him to predict the situation will be such a situation. But now there is only a bet, and Cheerchen will believe his words.

As long as he wins the bet and returns to Muhammad Glyy Khan, there is a Khan to protect him, Cheerchen and his mercenary group can't help themselves even if they are furious.

And Khan will definitely protect himself.

"Your Excellency Haim,"

Cheerchen finally spoke. Haim just threatened him with an innocent child, and he couldn't bear it. What's more, Yelishei's father is in the hands of the other party now.

Chechen said: "Your shamelessness is unique among people I have ever met. You slaughtered women and used children as a shield, and you threatened me with thousands of lives. I think the reason why you have not been Punish it as it should be, that is also that your God does not want to fake the hands of others but wants to personally drop the thunder and lightning to split you into dust. All I will wait for this day. You go, take the people that the Khan wants. Those three thousand people left me."

When Cheerchen first scolded Haim, Haim was really nervous. He thought Cheerchen was a hostage who no longer cared about himself, but when he heard Cheerchen say, "God does not want to fake others." He wanted to lower the thunder and lightning himself and chop you into dust." Haim's nervous heart finally let go, he knew he had won.

And of course Isilan Glyy also heard that Cheerchen was going to save the thousands of Russian prisoners by himself, and he let out a desperate cry of "No!"

Haim lifted the foot that had stepped on the chest of the old Yelishei. He was talking about general, and suddenly stepped on it again.

"Bey, you swear you will let me go. In the name of your God."

Hearing Haim's request for an inch, everyone around him glared at him. But Haim's thick skin made him immune to these angry gazes, he just stared at Cheerchen and asked him to make a promise.

Cheerchen's nails went into the palm of his hand, and he tried his best to hold back his anger.

"Haim, don't challenge me anymore. I am still Bey of the Crimean Khanate, and you are just a captain of the guard in the district next to Khan. You want me to swear to you, you are not worthy!"

Seeing Cheerchen's flushed face, Haim realized that he couldn't force people too much. He slowly lifted his feet from the old Yelishei's chest, and then slowly stepped back with the child in his arms.

"Give me sweat."

Chechen Yiyan made people stand up to Isilan Glyy and walk to Haim.

"Stop!" Haim yelled again: "Put Khan right away."

Yiyan, the two guards carrying Isilan Glyy, did so.

Haim mounted his horse. He brought the horse with Isilan Glyy to his side, and then put the hostage down the horse after running out of the musket range, and he took his men and Isilan. Gree left as if running away.

But Haim was still very nervous, he was worried that Cheerchen would send someone to chase him down. Therefore, in order to continue to delay Chechen and the others, Haim drove all the more than 3,000 prisoners to the mercenary group and deceived them: only in that direction can there be a way to survive, otherwise the other Tatars will still take them. Catch to be a prisoner.

The slaves who were in a foreign country had no choice. They rushed towards the door of the mercenary group in horror. The crowd instantly blocked the camp.

"Yeliseyi, you and Xie Miao will take people to settle these captives together. I am tired and have to go to rest." Chechen didn't mean to send someone to chase Haim, he was right now supporting himself Yelishei's father gave an order and turned back to his tent.

On the periphery, those passing Tatars more or less saw the farce that took place in the mercenary group. Some of them showed thoughtful expressions, and then moved on with their own people.

The law of the grassland is such a reality, and the kindness shown by Chechen is not a virtue but a manifestation of weakness in their eyes.

Due to the large number of people, the work of the mercenary group to house these slaves did not end until the evening. Yelisei and Xie Miao took the Russian soldiers in the mercenary regiment and exhausted their energies, mental and physical strength to take care of their compatriots. And Father Pidro and Spaso Kukotsky also took the Hessian mercenaries to carry food from the carts, and gave up the few tents to these poor people.

It was busy outside, but there was no movement inside the tent. Since Cheerchen walked in, he never came out. And everyone knew that the head was in a bad mood, and they didn't bother him.

At this time, Cheechen lay down on all sides, letting his gorgeous robe contaminate the dust on the ground.

This time Isilan Glyy was taken away, which can be said to be the biggest setback he has suffered since the secret battle with Muhammad Glyy, and he also exposed his kindness to Muhammad Glyy's eyes.

In the grassland, kindness is a derogatory term. This weakness that I exposed will definitely be used by Muhammad Glyy again and again in the future.

The most serious problem is that Kemal will inevitably be displeased when he loses Isilan Glyy, and he will even blame himself; and once the original friendly relationship between himself and Mahmed Pasha breaks down Even without Pasha's support for him, the mercenary group's situation in the Khanate will be precarious. In the future, Muhammad Glyy can ask his own sin for any reason~www.readwn.com~ He must appease Kemal as soon as possible, and spend a lot of money to quell Mehamed Pasha’s dissatisfaction.

"Haim!"

At this time, Cheerchen's hatred of the No. 1 warrior of the Khanate cannot be increased. In his mind, Haim is already tied with Yakov Cherkaski.

"Haim, I didn't expect you to have this ability. I really underestimated you before."

Unlike Cheechen, who was lost and wondered how to make up for it, Muhammad Glyy was elated at this time. He patted Haim on the shoulder affectionately and hugged him.

Haim's face was filled with a triumphant and rewarding smile, even if Haim noticed that Alan behind Khan cast a jealous and hateful look at him, he still smiled.

"Look, I will soon take your place and become Khan's first pet." Haim glanced at Alan's eyes and conveyed such a message.

"It's never possible." Alan replied.

Muhammad Gley didn't seem to notice the rivalry between the two at all. He constantly praised Haim, praised him not only as the first warrior of the Khanate, but also the first wise man of the Khanate.

Haim was really flattered by such praise. He immediately knelt to the ground, holding Muhammad Gley's feet: "Khan, my life, my wisdom, my knife, everything I will serve you, as long as you give me a chance."

Seeing Haim's humble appearance, Alan, who was standing behind Muhammad Glyi, gave a jealous snort.

And Muhammad Glyy seemed extremely satisfied with Haim’s statement. He said with joy: "Of course, of course. Ben Khan is the most knowledgeable and good person. Haim, I will give it to you now. A task, you have done it, and you are my Mirza."