The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

In the practice room of the Pskov City Lord’s Mansion, Yakov Cherkaski was naked and wielding a huge shooting sergeant axe.

I saw that the giant axe that others needed to wield with both hands made various stabs and sweeps in Yakov's hands as light as nothing.

Yakov's hand was dancing with a long axe, and his footsteps kept moving forward. In front of him stood a wooden stake in the shape of a human.

When the stake entered the attack range of the long axe, Yakov raised his battle axe sharply. With a loud shout, the giant axe fell like lightning, cutting one arm of the human-shaped wooden stake into two sections.

The long axe had not disappeared, and its blade cut into the wooden floor and got stuck firmly in it.

Yakov released the handle of the long axe.

The long period of strenuous exercise left him out of breath, and his body was sweaty like a bear mastiff. From a distance, he looked as if he had been rubbed with essential oil, and his whole body was shiny.

Seeing that the general had stopped exercising, a young servant near the left hurriedly walked to Yakov's side with a towel.

Yakov took a towel and wiped the sweat from his face. He came to a bench and sat down, steadily venting heat all over his body.

Yakov, who has been diligent in practicing martial arts in recent months, is very grateful for his progress, because he is now a lonely man, and even Czar Mikhail, who had favored him, gave up himself.

It is said that the czar gave up on the slander of the two defeated generals in southern Xinjiang, General Nikita Odoyevsky and Prince Yuri Boryajinsky. The two betrayed themselves because of Chechen's slight favor in Crimea, and stood on the side of their enemies. Under the blindness of these two, His Majesty refused to revoke Prince Alexei's order to make himself a duel with Alvar Chechen.

Speaking of the name Chechen, if Yelishei hadn't mentioned the mercenary group in Smolensk, Yakov would have no impression at all. He killed so many people in his life, if he had to remember his name, how would he remember it?

Yakov was impressed by the Smolensk mercenary group that resisted him. Because they were killed by themselves after the war, there were even fish that slipped through the net, and they also killed their cronies, Gregory. And now, the murderer is coming to avenge himself.

"Come on, just come on!"

Yakov Cherkaski yelled without warning. His move shocked the servants around him. But no one dared to move, even with a frown.

In the past few days, I don’t know how many attendants and training partners have died under Yakov’s hands.

The door of the practice room was opened.

Prince Alexei came in. The prince today is wearing a round hat made of velvet and sable fur, and a red robe. Behind him were two attendants wearing French costumes and holding halberds.

Yakov still remembers the last time Prince Alexei came to see him:

At that time, the prince also wore a round hat made of velvet and sable fur, as well as a red robe and a cloak. Behind him followed two attendants wearing French servants and holding halberds.

That time, seeing Prince Alexei coming in, Yakov didn't say anything, as if the Prince didn't exist.

He hated the prince very much, because the prince "sold" him to his enemies.

"You, and you come here. You two come together." Yakov pointed his finger at the two sparring partners and asked them to accompany him in contact.

But the two looked at Yakov and then at Prince Alexei. They stood there in embarrassment, neither moving nor moving.

Prince Alexei took off his cloak and took off his robe again. He came to the weapon rack, put on a pair of deerskin gloves with both hands, and then took a saber and danced.

"I will practice with you." Prince Alexei said.

"Then Alexei, you have to be careful, I won't be merciful." Yakov said with a grin.

A gleam in Prince Alexei's eyes—he knew that what Yakov said was true—he would never show mercy to his men.

Yakov also took a saber. He raised the saber high above his head, the blade of the sword facing the sky, and the blade over his head.

"Ho!" Yakov yelled, and his wrist flicked the saber out like a tensioned spring.

Prince Alexei raised his sword to block, and the two sabers intersected, bursting out a star of spark.

The muscles on Yakov's arm were tight, and he kept pushing the saber in his hand towards Prince Alexei's neck.

The prince tried his best to resist.

But that's it, Alexei still had the thought to talk to Yakov.

"Yes, your swordsmanship and strength have improved. I thought you would be useless now except for riding a horse."

Yakov was furious when he heard the words. He was about to add more strength, but Prince Alexei took advantage of Yakov's anger and pushed Yakov three steps away.

"I heard that you sent troops to the surrounding villages with Yelishei's portrait, and ordered them to kill Yelishei and Chechen on the spot. The other party is just under twenty years old. My child, are you so distrustful of yourself?" Prince Alexei said while spinning around Yakov.

Yakov let out a roar like a beast, and he leaped forward again.

"This is my business!" Yakov gritted his teeth and roared ~www.readwn.com~ Because of his restlessness, his knife skills were a bit messy.

Prince Alexei avoided the enemy's edge. He stepped back and said: "This is not your business alone, because it is about the reputation of Tsarist Russia and my reputation. Since I want you to compete with that Chechen, you should beat him upright, not with Such a despicable method."

With a "ding", the prince blocked Yakov's knife to one side. In turn, the prince kicked the inside of Yakov's knee, causing him to kneel on the ground with one leg.

"Obviously you can win with fair and honest means, but you like to use conspiracy, tricks and villains. There are too many insidious tricks. You will almost forget **** with a knife." Prince Alexei continued coldly. Reprimand Yakov.

"what!"

Yakov stood up abruptly and swiped a knife in the face of the prince.

Prince Alexei easily avoided it.

At the same time, the prince's hand holding the knife stretched out at the same time, pressing the knife against Yakov's chest.

"I have summoned all the people you sent. After that Alvar Chechen came to Pskov, I want you to fight him upright."

Speaking of this, the prince's eyes shot another bright light: "Moreover, you must win."