The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

To be clear about how things have developed to the present situation, the time has to go back more than an hour ago.

Nashevich Sageda's recounting did not get Bao Hong, which Chechen hoped for, to extend a helping hand to the Polish mission.

Because Nashevich Sagada was an honest Cossack, he was telling the facts, and the so-called facts were only Chechen alone, or at most, the Hessian cavalry under his command showed kindness to the captured Cossacks.

"Bao Hong, why don't you understand? Old Stanislaw Potocki and Henrik didn't even know the evil of those people, they were innocent!"

At this time, Cheerchen was already stomping his feet in a hurry. Because outside the wooden house, a series of fire lights flashed. Cheer Chen didn't even look at it and knew that it was the Cossacks who had landed on the shore rushing towards the station of the Polish division.

Bao Hong hasn’t answered yet. Shirko put his foot down from the chair he was stepping on. He said, “This kid, I’m grateful for you to protect our Cossack brother. But you said Stanislaw Potots. That old guy Ji is innocent, I don’t agree with that. Ho! He is the head bird of the Poles, and all the geese are flying with him."

After listening to Shirko's words, Bao Hong became firmer.

Bao Hong is not greedy for the position of a warchief, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to be a warchief. If Hirko, Magnus, and Tubrin support him, he must give back to the three of them. And burying the Polish mission in Xieqi is their only request.

Bao Hong knew very well what it meant that Stanislaw Potocki, a great nobleman of the Republic of Poland, died in Secchi. But he doesn't care-for the sake of a free Ukraine, he has fought with the Poles and the Russians for more than ten years, if necessary, he can continue to fight.

Anyway, he has no wife or son, father or mother.

Bao Hong patted Chechen on the shoulder, and said warmly, "Chechen, you and your people are now under my protection, and I can guarantee that you won't be hurt at all. As for those Poles, you don't care. You can also rest assured that it was our Cossacks who killed them. Even if you go back to Warsaw, King Jan Kazimierz will not be able to fault you."

After listening to Bao Hong's words, Che Chen patted Bao Hong's hand off his shoulder.

He was disappointed, and even felt insulted because of Bao Hong's words.

"Even if you go back to Warsaw, King Jan Kazimierz can't fault you at all." Isn't he doing everything for himself? If it is for himself, in Warsaw, he will hand Bao Hong into the hands of the king, what can he get? In Crimea, what would he get if he worked hard for Muhammad Glyy?

But he didn't do that for the sake of his friends and promises.

"I really didn't expect that Bao Hong, you are such a person." Che Chen said disappointedly.

After speaking, Cheor Chen turned around and prepared to leave.

"Chechen, where are you going?" Bao Hong shouted.

"Go back, go back and live and die with everyone." Chechen said without looking back.

"Stop him!"

Bao Hong pointed out the guard outside the door.

How could he watch Cheor Jin go back to die?

Cheerchen's arm was firmly held by the two Zaporozhye Cossack cavalry, who dragged Cheerchen aside.

Seeing that even Chechen couldn't persuade Bao Hong. Wigowski sighed: "War, endless war."

Shirko on the side saw Vygowski's expression. He gleefully laughed and said: "Don't do that, Vygowski. War is a good mother of Cossacks, and she will bring us wealth and status. Besides, once Bao Hong becomes a warchief, maybe we will be able to drink a glass of wedding wine soon."

This is Shirko making fun of Bao Hong's love for Princess Helena again. Because once a war breaks out, Zbarazh, as the front line of the two countries, will be the first to bear the brunt.

Neither Baohong nor Wigowski spoke. One is that I don't want to talk about it, and the other is that I'm not in the mood.

But when Cheerchen heard this, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind--Princess Helena, and the child.

"Brother Bao Hong, I have something to say." Chechen shouted.

Cheorchen didn't want to say that secret, but now he has to say it. Because this may be the only way to save old Stanislaw Potocki.

Looking at Chechen's urgent and serious eyes, Bao Hong motioned to let Chechen's hands go left and right.

"I only talk to you alone." Cheerchen approached.

So the two approached the back room.

No one can describe Bao Hong's expression when he heard the news. His face twitched as if convulsively, there was no blood on his cheeks, his eyes were closed tightly, and his eyebrows were drooping.

Obviously something drastic is happening deep in his heart.

"What you said is true?"

After a long while, Bao Hong spit out words with difficulty.

Cheerchen nodded.

"This is what I heard from a Tatar servant named Andrzej in Zbaraj. And looking at Colonel Skozheduski's appearance, I think that kid should be..."

Cheerchen didn't say what it should be.

Bao Hong's face turned from white to red, and he was enveloped in a state of extreme excitement.

"I have a child, my child! With Helena." Bao Hong walked back and forth, repeating these words unconsciously.

"I'm going to Zbaraj to pick them up. My Bao Hong's child shouldn't be a Lech, he should be a real Cossack." Bao Hong roared.

After that, he wanted to just leave-let everything go-it didn't matter to him what warchief, what Polish mission, ~www.readwn.com~ Chechen grabbed Bao Hong's wrist.

"What are you doing!" Bao Hong saw Chechen stop him, rarely vicious.

"Big Brother Bao Hong, where are you going?"

"Go to Zbaraj."

"Go to die? Zbaraj has a strong defense. You will die if you go!"

"I am not afraid of death. Besides, I am not going alone. I am going to send troops to Zbaraj. No one can stop me and bring the children back."

"Then you will kill them!" Che Chen stared at Bao Hong's eyes firmly.

"Brother Bao Hong, I dare not tell you this news in Kiev because I am afraid that you will be so arrogant. With the colonel's character, even if he is dead, he will not hand over the child to you."

Bao Hong loosened his fist. Cheerchen's words are like a basin of cold water, his mind is not so hot.

Bao Hong knew that Chechen was not alarmist. The same thing is done, Jan Skrzedusky definitely did it.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Bao Hong muttered to himself.

This Cossack, who was truly free all his life, was just a father at this time.

"Brother Bao Hong, listen to me. For your children, the Cossacks and Poland can't fight. You save the Polish mission now. Only in this way can the Cossacks and the Republic have the hope of peace. I promise you and wait until I return to Poland. , I must find a way to rescue your child from Zbaraj and give it to you."

By saying that, Cheer Chen was definitely not deceiving Bao Hong. He said so and thought so. Cheerchen's wife Fatima is an assassin proficient in stealth. Cheerchen believes that with Fatima's skills, she will definitely be able to come and go freely in the Zbaraj Fortress.

Bao Hong looked at Che Chen, no one knew what he was thinking at this time.

"Come with me."

After a long while, he said to Cheerchen.