The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　In the courtyard of the castle, Feodor is making his final farewell with Franco and the officers of his mercenary group, as well as the servants of the castle. His daughter Helena is also with her father.

　　According to the agreement, Prince Alexei guaranteed the safety of Fyodor Obukhović and his family. They will be temporarily detained in Moscow until Fyodor pays a ransom of 10,000 Taylor and will be free.

　　 Feodor and Helena shook hands with everyone one by one, thanking everyone for their contributions during this time. Feodor walked up to Franco and gave the mercenary captain a big hug.

At this time, Feodor couldn’t help crying: “Franco, my most loyal leader. I feel that the person I am most sorry is you. I sat in the office all night by myself last night, recalling what I did. Those things. I should have listened to your opinions at the beginning and listened to each one. If I did that, maybe Smolensk would not fall now, and I would not be jailed. But I also wanted to defend Smolensk. From Morensk, I feel like I have tried my best and tried my best. But things always go against my wishes. I am so confused and my ears are soft. I'm sorry for you!"

　　 These words are from the heart of Feodor. Although it was said that this was irretrievable, everyone couldn't help but sympathize with him when they heard the old nobleman's tears.

　　 Franco patted Feodor on the back, hoping to comfort the old man. He wanted to say, "Fyodor, you did not sorry for me. What you are sorry for is the Republic. It is the trust that His Majesty the King placed in you to betrayed. The fall of Smolensk has dealt a great blow to the Republic. After Ukraine, The eastern part of the Republic will be shrouded in plague. The hinterland of the Republic, such as Polotsk and Werner, will also face the frontiers of Tsarist Russia. Those are the essence of the Republic."

　　 But how did he speak? Although in front of Fyodor, he fervently stated that even if only the castle is left, he will be able to guard it for another few months. But Franco also knew that he was betting on the lives of the soldiers of the mercenary regiment. He was betting that the reinforcements of the Republic would really arrive. The nobles of Smolensk collectively betrayed the Republic, it was the nobles’ fault; Feodor believed in these traitorous villains, and caused Smolensk to fall. It was Feodor’s fault; but again Who put Feodor in this position? Is it possible that Feodor’s talents are worthy of the position of the city lord? Don’t the Dagongongs of the Republic’s parliament have any idea?

　　 Thinking of this, Franco only thought Feodor was very pitiful. He was just sitting in the wrong place at the wrong time and place.

　　 "You have done well enough, Lord City Lord." Franco comforted.

　　 Hearing what Franco said, Feodor even cried loudly.

　　 Miss Helena followed Feodor, and today she is still dressed as a nun. Feodor wants to be a prisoner in Moscow. As a daughter, Helena certainly doesn't worry that her father is alone in a foreign country. Seeing Feodor crying so sad, she thought that she might not be able to return to the motherland for a lifetime, and she couldn't help wiping out the tears when she couldn't see the person she loved.

　　 "Miss Helena." Cheerchen stood in the line. He watched Helena cry so sad that he squeezed out of the crowd, trying to comfort the poor lady. But after calling Miss Helena's name, he didn't know what comforting words to say.

　　 Helena heard someone call her name, and raised her head to see a half-sized kid in a mercenary uniform standing in front of her. But she didn't immediately recognize Cheerchen in front of her. After all, Cheerchen and her have only one fate, and then I mentioned that it was the time when Cheerchen went to Nahan to help Catherine.

　　 "Hello, I'm really sorry, sir." Helena said euphemistically that she did not remember Cheorchen's name.

　　 As Cheerchen who explained the aristocratic etiquette education, of course he immediately understood the meaning of Miss Helena's words.

　　 "Cheerchen, who do you think you are? It's just a meeting. Do you still want Miss Helena to remember you?" Cheerchen laughed at himself.

　　 Despite this thought, Cheorchen tried his best to conceal his inner loss, and then said, "Miss Helena, I wish you a safe journey."

　　 "Oh, thank you. And good luck to you, sir."

　　 Tetsuchen retreated to the team. At this moment, there was a sound of horses' hooves hitting the ground from outside the castle, and then the sound of people came first, and an arrogant voice came:

　　 "Fyodor Obukhović, come out to Lao Tzu quickly."

　　 Even after opening the city in Smolensk, after Feodor is already a misnomer of the city lord, at least on the face of it, no one has ever been so unreasonable in the public. Franco, Pidro, Chechen, and everyone from the mercenary group all looked towards the gate of the city.

　　 As soon as Gregory went into the courtyard, he was surprised to find so many people looking at him. But soon, he reacted.

　　 Gregory bowed before General Yakov, but now his waist is straighter than the trunk of the birch tree. After the dozen or so horses had arrived behind him, the adjutant of General Yakov pretended to say: "Which of you is Fyodor Obukhović."

　　 Fyodor wiped away his tears and then straightened his clothes and turned around and said, "I am Fyodor Obukhović. Count of the Republic of Poland, lord of Smolensk."

　　 "Former Smolensk City Lord." Before Fyodor finished speaking, Gregory added the original word to his title of "City Lord".

　　 "Our invincible Prince Alexei and the wise General Yakov want to see you. You hurry up with us." Gregory said to Feodor.

　　 "Okay, I'll go with you." As a defeated, Feodor also had the consciousness of being sent to others.

　　 "Where is my horse?" Feodor asked Gregory they were riding horses habitually.

　　 "Your horse?" Gregory was taken aback, then laughed loudly as if he had heard the best joke in the world.

　　 "He asked his horse." Gregory said to the entourage behind him with a smile. These followers also leaned forward with a smile.

　　 Waiting for Gregory to laugh enough, he immediately made a "please" action, and then mocked: "Should I arrange a carriage for you? Mr. Original Town Lord."

　　 This ridicule and humiliation made Feodor feel suffocated and dare not attack.

　　 "Is Tsarist Russia a barbarian, don't you know how to treat a nobleman?" Seeing her father's humiliation, Helena asked loudly.

　　 These words are useful to some nobles with chivalry spirit, but Gregory is obviously not such a person.

Gregory saw a young woman in a nun's dress standing in front of Feodor, staring directly at Helena's chest, and then turned her gaze to Helena's face~www.readwn.com~this Gregory, who was looking straight, drooled.

　　 "Who are you?" Gregory asked squintingly.

　　 "I'm Helena Obkhovich." Helena got goose bumps all over by Gregory's eyes, but she said boldly.

　　 "So beautiful, or I will give my horse to your father. May I ride your horse?" Gregory said with a lewd smile.

　　 Helena is not the kind of aristocratic lady who doesn't know the world, she immediately heard Gregory's obscene language.

　　As Feodor’s daughter, Helena has never been so insulted and contemptuous. Her towering **** kept undulating, but she couldn't speak angrily.

　　 Helena's attitude made Gregory almost fall off the horse with a smile.

　　 "You bastard!"

　　 Seeing that his daughter was insulted by Gregory, Feodor was furious. He rushed forward trying to pull Gregory off the horse.

　　 "Fuck you, old man."

　　 Gregory saw Feodor rushing towards him, and kicked Feodor to the ground.

　　 Originally, Franco and others were angry with Gregory for bullying Fyodor and his daughter. Although Feodor surrendered, the employment relationship between the Republic of Poland and the mercenary group represented by Feodor was not terminated. In a sense, Feodor was still the employer of the mercenary group, and insulted Feodor. It is an insult to the mercenary group. This kick is like a spark thrown into a powder keg, and the entire mercenary group explodes.

　　 "Too bully."

　　 "What is the ability to bully women and old people?"

　　 The courtyard was filled with the shouts of mercenaries.

　　 Gregory saw the passion of the crowd, and quickly drew the knife from his waist to threaten: "Do you want to rebel?!"