The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 On the fifth night after the bloodbathed mercenary group incident, Gregory came out of the castle.

　　 Although spring has entered, there is still a hint of chill in the night breeze.

　　 Gregory tightened his neckline, then glanced at the second floor of the castle. The third room on the left of the second floor was still lit. There is the office of the newly appointed Adjutant Biks of General Yakov Cherkaski.

　　 "What a lucky guy." When he thought of how the little Smolensk noble named Bix got the position of this hot adjutant, Gregory had an urge to laugh out loud.

　　 In the horse race four days ago, due to the accidental disruption of two fugitives, the two favorites who had won the championship, Anzumov and Pucci, were accidentally taken away from the horse race. And the other contestants all went to chase the horses because of this accident, only this nobleman named Pixar, who drove the horses to finish the race regardless. Without a doubt, he became the champion of the day. Although more than one person raised objections, and Xiao Anzumov even asked for a rematch, but his owner Yakov Cherkaski still gave him his fate.

　　 Since then, Pixar has become the adjutant of the general just like himself. Of course, the rank must be under Gregorian.

　　Because of the layman, Gregory gave him all the work except for the aristocratic party. And Gregory himself became the easiest person.

　　 "Think of it this way, the luckiest person should be myself."

　　 As soon as he thought of this, Gregory couldn't help but have this idea.

　　 He exchanged passwords with the guards of the castle and walked out of the castle gate. Outside the door, a gorgeous carriage was waiting for him. It was a gift from the old Count Anzumov. There are many similar gifts in his house, and most of them were handed over to General Yakov Cherkaski by these nobles To Gregory, but Gregory took it for himself.

　　 "Master, where to go at night?" the coachman in the carriage asked respectfully before Gregory entered the carriage.

　　 "Go home," Gregory said.

　　 The coachman gave a surprised expression.

　　 On weekdays, he would go back to the brothel or tavern for entertainment, but today Gregory went home uncharacteristically.

　　 can be a subordinate, he did not intervene with Gregory's power. When Gregory was firmly seated in the carriage, the coachman waved his whip and drove the carriage away from the castle.

　　 Gregory, who got into the carriage in a hurry, did not see the coachman's astonishment. Even if he saw him, he would not explain anything to a little coachman.

　　 But he did it for a reason. Because just this morning the military judge sent a document about the issuance of documents for hunting down deserters. Originally, Gregory didn't care. Basically, a few copies of this kind of essay were issued every week. There are always "grey animals" in the army who don't want to serve the great Tsar, but think about escaping from military service all day long.

　　 But a name in this document evoked Gregory's bad memories. That name is: Fedot.

　　 Gregory called the military judge into the office immediately, and rarely asked in detail about this fellow named Fedot.

　　 Fortunately, this military judge is a conscientious soldier. Before writing his documents, he had already understood the situation of the deserters clearly. He described the basic situation of the deserter named Fedot to Gregorian in detail.

　　 The more I listened to Gregory, the more panicked. Because this guy named Fedot and that Fedot who almost killed himself are one person.

　　 And when the military judge said that this man had beaten him in the punishment camp, Gregorian made sure that his enemy was definitely not a deserter, but was about to kill himself.

　　 After so many years, the two still met.

　　 Gregory is well aware of Fedot's hatred of him, and he is also very clear that he is a sharpshooter. Fedot has escaped from the punishment camp for so many days, and he must have figured out his own rules of action every night, maybe he will be waiting for him in the tavern he often goes to tonight.

　　 The best way at this time is to hide in the castle because it is heavily guarded. But Gregory did not dare to make such a request like General Yakov Cherkaski. Because he knew that what Yakov despised most was the cowardly and cowardly. He proposed to hide in the castle. The general might consider his old feelings and allow him, but his career would be over. Between life and official career, Gregorian's balance is still biased towards official career.

　　 For this, Gregory bribed an officer in the army and borrowed twenty soldiers from him to guard his house. Gregory was confident that it would be complete as long as he returned home.

　　 The bells on the carriage jingle, indicating that the carriage has been moving. Gregory sat in the carriage, and from time to time he lifted the curtains to look out.

　　 Because it is dark, there are few pedestrians on both sides of the road, only a few sparsely grounded rooms with lights on. The high buildings and low houses on the street alternate, irregular and irregular.

　　 Gregorian fears this kind of environment the most, because the street is the most advantageous location for ambushes. Fedot was probably hiding in a certain house, staring at himself.

　　 Gregory panicked the more he thought about it. He put down the curtains and blew out the candles in the carriage. In this way, people outside cannot aim at themselves with the figure illuminated by the candlelight. But he was still uneasy, and he was constantly changing his seat position.

　　 Fortunately, nothing happened along the way. The carriage drove smoothly into Gregorian's house.

　　 The coachman rang the bell that connected the carriage to remind Gregory that he was home.

　　 Gregory got out of the carriage, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief when he got home safely.

　　 At the gate of the house, two musketeers were standing with guns. There are nine groups of soldiers like this inside and outside the house. They guard their safety, either overtly or darkly.

　　 Gregory entered the door, and the coachman drove the carriage towards the stable. No one noticed the eyes exposed under the carriage.

　　 The coachman drove the carriage into the stable and then went back to his room to rest.

　　 If there are no accidents, my work today will be over. And early the next morning, he still got up early to feed the horse and clean the carriage.

　　 The coachman took out the half bottle of vodka in his pocket, which he bought on the way to the castle.

　　 After taking a sip, the coachman hummed a small song and left. His voice was so loud that he could still be heard from the stables as he walked so far.

　　 "Finally left."

　　 After the noisy voice was finally inaudible, Fatima crawled out from under the carriage.

　　 She followed Gregory for four days, and every night she would find a way to get under the carriage and follow Gregory. But in those few days, this guy either went to the tavern or the brothel. Unlike most people imagine, for Fatima, these lively places are the least suitable for them to start. Because those places are full of people, and I am an oriental face, mixing in it is very eye-catching. Without concealment, it is not easy for the killer to start.

　　 Fatima walked out of the stable against the wooden wall of the stable. She was wearing a pair of soft-soled shoes, so there was no sound when she walked on the ground.

　　 At the gate of the stable, Fatima stopped. Although it was quiet outside, Fatima's instinct told herself that there was more than one person hiding in the grass at the door.

　　 Fatima looked at the roof of the stable, she jumped up, hooked a beam with her hands, and sat on it.

　　 Fatima just sat like this, as if blending with the beams of the house.

　　 About half an hour later, a commotion came to mind in the grass where Fatima suspected someone. Then, two figures got up from the grass, both of them holding a long axe in their hands. Obviously, if Fatima walked out at that time, it would inevitably be attacked by two long axes.

　　 The two patted the dust on their bodies. After another five minutes or so, the person to hand over with them finally arrived. This time, it was two Musketeers.

　　 These two Musketeers are also brainless. After they handed over their work with their companions, they held their muskets in ambush into the bushes, and even the fire ropes were not extinguished~www.readwn.com~ The two small sparks just flickered in the bushes.

　　 While inside the stable, Fatima opened her eyes. She breathed more than 1,800 times on the beam of the room, which should be about 30 minutes in terms of time. Obviously, the guards change positions every half an hour.

　　 After finding out the pattern of the guards changing defenses, Fatima gently pulled open the thatched roof of the stable.

　　 There is pitch black above his head, and the moon has been shrouded in dark clouds. This is also just conducive to Fatima's hidden behavior.

　　 Sure enough, the two "fools" hiding in the grass did not notice the abnormality above.

　　 The stable is next to Gregory’s house. Fatima took a hook rope from her waist and hooked it to the window edge of the aisle on the second floor. She crawled slowly and cautiously, only to find that the window was locked from inside.

　　 is also fortunate that Fatima is an expert, she took out a thin blade from the soft-soled shoes, inserted into the gap in the window, and pushed the latch of the window away.

　　 Fatima jumped in. Although the lights were on in the corridor, there was no one. On the left side of the corridor is a three fork. Fatima moved to the side of the fork against the wall and looked around quickly. There is a room on the right, and two guards with axe stand at the door.

　　 This should be the Gregory bedroom.

　　 Fatima took out two throwing knives from behind and clamped them in both hands. Her figure suddenly jumped out like a ghost, and threw flying knives at the two guards.

　　 The flying knives went like lightning, and they all hit the guard's throat.

　　 The two guards didn't even have a chance to grunt, so they fell to the ground.

　　 Two guards were eliminated with one move to control the enemy, but Fatima still didn't care. She took off the simple shield behind her back and held it in her hand. Holding a short knife in the other hand, she cautiously touched the door.