The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

The messenger for Wigowski was Peter Doroshenko.

As soon as he saw Cheerchen, he said, "Team Leader Cheerchen, you should really be able to sit in this position, thank you Chief Wigowski."

Chechen was still worried about Vigowski's favoring Pavlo Tetria, and now he heard Peter Doroshenko say this, he couldn't help but sneer.

Peter Doroshenko frowned. Of course he understood the meaning of Cheerchen's sneer.

"Team leader Chechen," Peter Doroshenko said solemnly: "You are now the leader of the Cossacks, and you must have a respectful attitude towards the warchief. Besides, you can get rid of Pavlo Tetria, If there is no acquiescence from the warchief, do you think it can be done?"

The corners of Cheerchen's mouth no longer rose.

He understood that Peter Doroshenko was indeed telling the truth. In this matter, even if Vigowski sent a messenger to Bratzlav, then it might be Pavlo Tetria who is sitting here today.

After a long while, Cheerchen asked, "Why?"

He didn't understand why Vigowski would abandon Pavlo Tetria suddenly.

"Because the warchief admires you." Peter Doroshenko said: "He knows that you are an upright person, and if you have grievances, you must answer them."

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple." Peter Doroshenko smiled.

Chechen knew in his heart that the so-called Wigowski admiration of himself was just an excuse, a courtesy. The biggest reason Wigowski can make him sit in this position is obviously that he is more valuable than Pavlo Tetria.

Although Cheerchen didn't know, where was this value.

He suddenly felt a sense of frustration. He played his life in Bratzlaff, but he still became someone else's pawn.

"Please go back and tell the warchief," Cheechen said: "In the future, the warchief will come to my place usefully, and I will repay him."

"I must tell." Peter Doroshenko accepted Cheerchen's promise with a smile.

Peter Doroshenko is gone.

When it came time, he told Chechen that he had already written to Stanislaw Potocki about becoming the team leader of Bratzlaff, and he believed that he would know about it in Warsaw soon.

About half a month later, a messenger came from Warsaw. The messenger was Chechen’s acquaintance, Henrik Potocki, the nephew of the old man Stanislaw Potocki.

Henrik brought the appointment letter of King Jan Kazimierz-from this moment on, he, Alvar Chechen, is the governor of the Republic of Bratslav.

In fact, if it is more true, King Jan Kazimierz's move is suspected of borrowing flowers to offer Buddha.

Because Bratzlav is in the territory of the Cossack emirate, Jan Kazimierz, as the king of Poland, cannot exercise his power to Bratzlav before the Cossack emirate has reached a settlement with the Republic.

This means that Cheerchen is already the leader of the Cossack team. If he gets another appointment, it will be a question of whether he can arrive in Bratislava alive.

After Henrik read the edict of King Jan Kazimierz in public, his eyes swept around the people around him.

That means I have to talk to Cheerchen alone next.

Cheerchen understood Henrik's meaning. Although most of the people present were Yelishei and Fatima and other people who Chechen could absolutely trust, he still signaled them to leave first.

When the last person who walked out took the door back, only Cheechen and Henrik Potocki were left in the room.

Henrik put on a stern face, and he said to Cheerchen: "Alvar Cheerchen, do you know how much trouble you have almost caused this time? His Majesty the King is furious, if it weren’t for things, it’s better to move forward. Conducive to the development of the Republic, His Majesty even had to send General Jan Sobieski to Vidava to take back your uncle’s fief as a punishment."

After Cheerchen became the team leader of the Cossacks, he had thought about what kind of uproar would be caused when he spread to Warsaw at this time, but he did not expect that the matter would be so serious.

"Henrik, I only wanted to avenge Uncle Blair, but I didn't expect to be the leader of the Cossack." Cheer Chen explained hurriedly.

"It's not the problem." Henrik waved his hand.

"no?"

"Of course not. You became the leader of the Cossack team, which saved your mistakes." Henrik Potocki said bluntly.

Then, Henrik Potocki told Chechen that his mistake was to "do it on his own."

What is the identity of Cheorjin now? A criminal who has not been tried by the Supreme Court. He should have closed his door to thank guests in Vidava, do a confession, and do not want to be in pain, so that those who care about him can excuse him in the Warsaw parliament and in front of the Gungun princes.

But Chechen left Vidawa without permission in the form of a sin, and ran across the town from Poland to Braclav, Ukraine. Such defiance of the law and the authority of the parliament simply slapped the parliamentarians and judges in the face, and also discredited the king and queen who were dedicated to defending them.

"You have to understand the difficulty of His Majesty. If every nobleman is like you, and has no respect for the authority of the king and parliament, will this country not fall apart?" Henryk said at last.

Cheerchen's face was flushed when Henrik said.

Seeing Cheerchen's complexion flushed, Henrik Potocki knew that Cheerchen was already guilty. So Henrik's words were no longer so fierce and aggressive.

"Fortunately, you finally became Bratzlaff's team leader, which is considered a crime. Because you regained the land for the Republic, the king can finally justify you in the parliament."

Hearing what Henrik said about regaining the country for the Republic, Cheerchen hurriedly wanted to defend-although he was the leader of Bratzláv, Bratzláv was still the territory of the Cossack emirate, and he and the Cossacks also had it. By agreement, they will never infringe on their rights.

But Cheerchen's words were blocked by Henrik before he could say it.

Here, Henrik, in addition to serving the appointment letter and beating Chechen, also shouldered the secret mission given by King Jan Kazimierz and Stanislaw Potocki.

"Alvar Chechen, what I want to say now is an oral statement from His Majesty the King. You must hear it clearly and don't miss a word or a word." Henrik Potocki said solemnly.

"Good." Cheerchen nodded unconsciously.

"Alvar Chechen. Your Majesty the King orders you, if Polish nobles from Bratislava come to ask for the land they lost during the Cossack riots in Zaporozhye~www.readwn.com~ you will refuse all of them. ."

Cheerchen nodded hurriedly.

This is what King Jan Kazimierz would not say, and he would never move the local land-it should be noted that these lands are now owned by Cossacks and Ukrainian farmers.

"Secondly, two-fifths of the taxes collected by Bratzlaff every year are turned over to the treasury." Henrik said.

Two-fifths of the tax burden, said less is not too much, said more is not too much, this is generally within Chechen's affordable range.

Cheerchen also knew that in order to be able to hold this position firmly, the king and queen had to be involved. This fee should be regarded as a "facilitation fee" for the king.

"Yes." Cheerchen said.

There is a third point. King Jan Kazimierz ordered Chechen that when Prince Alexei’s army attacked Ukraine in the spring, he must assist Vygowski to block the Russian army, and he must not let the tsar in Moscow get involved. The land of Ukraine.

For this, Cheer Chen had no hesitation even more.

For Chechen's unconditional acceptance of King Jan Kazimierz's order, Henrik Potocki was very pleased and relieved. He patted Cheerchen on the shoulder and said, "Your task will be very heavy next, but we all believe that you will live up to the king's trust in you. Oh, I almost forgot. I also bring a letter from you here. Letter from wife Natalie to you."

With that said, Henrik Potocki took out another letter.

Natalie's letter was full of words that miss Cheerchen and Dao Ping. She told Chechen Vidava that everything was fine, and that Uncle Pietro and Little Anna were fine.

After reading the letter, Cheerchen pressed the letter to his chest. He felt the warmth of his chest.