The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Boguslav is very cunning. He obviously knew that with his relationship with Chechen, he was determined to persuade Chechen to run for the King of Poland. So he played a little trick-instead of directly asking Cheerchen, he wrote to his aunt-Princess Louise Henriette who also received Cheerchen's favor.

In the letter, Boguslav lied that he was inspired by God and decided to abandon his pursuit of the Polish throne. Moreover, he decided to support his benefactor Alvar Chechen to run for the election of the King of Poland. He begged Princess Louise Henriette to support his decision and asked his uncle for help.

After Princess Louise Henriette received the letter, although she had known that Boguslav was notorious in Warsaw for his treason, she also knew that her nephew had already lost the possibility of becoming the King of Poland. But no matter how clever and virtuous she was, she could not see the evil intentions contained in the sweet sugar coating of Boguslav's suggestion.

On the contrary, Princess Louise Henriette regarded this as a good opportunity for herself and her son Frederick Jr. to repay the life-saving grace of that year after many years. After receiving the letter, the princess immediately approached her husband, Frederick William, as the emperor candidate, and pleaded softly and softly for his support for Chechen's election as the king of Poland.

How about choosing the emperor? On the one hand, he was surprised that his ambitious nephew had forgotten to run for the election of the King of Poland; on the other hand, after a little thought, he fully agreed to his wife's request.

Of course, for a hero like Chosen, the promise to Princess Louise Henriette was not only out of love for herself, nor out of repaying favor. What the electorate hopes is to try his best to muddy the political scene in Poland and make the republic’s political turmoil and partisan disputes so that it has no time to take care of his Prussian Principality.

He supported Boguslav’s election as King of Poland for the same purpose.

"My dear Louise Henriette. Please believe that my gratitude to Cheer Chen is no different from yours. I did not expect to support my benefactor at first, because he did not show With such a tendency, Boguslav is also my nephew and the governor of the principality." Xuan Dihou said with his arms around his wife.

"I understand, I understand. But now that Boguslav has given up the election and supported Chechen's candidacy, then you should fully support him, just as you support Boguslav." Princess Louise Henriette lying Said to her husband's chest.

"Of course, of course." Xuan Dihou replied hurriedly.

After speaking, he deliberately frowned in embarrassment and let out a long sigh.

This sigh was heard in Princess Louise Henriette’s ears, and she raised her head from her husband’s chest to ask why.

The emperor election first shook his head and said nothing. After repeated questioning by the princess, he said: "Unfortunately, although I will try my best to support Chechen, you know, I use the same effort on Boguslav. He is still the last place among all the candidates. I sigh this, because I'm afraid that my support will also make my benevolent father empty."

When Princess Louise Henriette heard that her husband was worried about this, she smiled.

"God, I thought you were worrying about something. Boguslav couldn't do anything because of his own reasons. And he is not a traitor, but a benefactor who has saved the Republic of Poland from distress several times. At one point, he can get more people’s likes. And speaking of support, Grace's daughter is the goddaughter of the Queen Regent of Sweden, and Queen Christina also has a deep friendship with her. This time, Grace is running for the king of Poland. What about Christina? Say that you should contribute your own strength. Thanks to your reminding me, I will write to Christina."

With that said, Princess Louise Henriette was about to get out of her husband's arms and write a letter.

The election of the emperor held the princess tighter.

"Louis Henriette, you are really my nobleman." Xuan Dihou said affectionately.

Princess Louise Henriette was so distracted by her husband's arms that she didn't realize that Frederick William was talking about "my nobleman" rather than "chechen's nobleman".

Just when the wheels of history are about to bring Cheerchen to the top, in Warsaw, Cheerchen is not aware that he is about to be involved in the election vortex of the Republic of Poland, and he is making the final preparations to return to Stockholm.

Pedro, who was promoted as a veteran of the Republic because of the "legal rebellion," certainly did not want his only relative to leave, because he did all this for Cheerchen. Pidro begged Cheerchen to stay, and even swears in the name of God, as long as Cheerchen is willing to stay, even if he puts on the monk's robe, he will not hesitate.

But Cheerchen had decided to go, and swears to Uncle Pietro's bet, he just shook his head.

"Dear Uncle," Cheerchen said happily, holding Pidro's hand, "After experiencing so many things, I'm tired of it. Don't say anything to be a monk. You deserve everything you own. Besides, you are now married to Uncle Victor’s widow, accompanied by a wife and two children. Without me, you can have a good old age."

Hearing Cheerchen's words, Pidro burst into tears. He repeatedly asked Cheer Chen whether he was still blaming his own behavior.

"I don't blame anyone. Really, my uncle." Cheer Chen said.

Then Cheerchen picked up the two children and got into the carriage.

Fatima was waiting for him on the carriage.

Pidro also got on the horse, and he had to send Chechen again for whatever he said. Because the old man felt that this difference might be the last time the two met.

When passing the Kazimierz Palace, the carriage stopped. Chechen opened the curtains and looked at the palace where he had been to countless times.

At this time, a shadow appeared on the avenue of the palace-it was his surviving wife Natalie.

Cheerchen wanted to put down the curtains and leave immediately, but his son called his mother.

Cheerchen had to get out of the carriage.

Janusz jumped out of the carriage and rushed into his mother's arms.

Natalie hugged her son's head, and the scene of the meeting of mother and son made her eyes full of excitement.

These days, she has been working hard to plan and win more people's support for the election of Duke Gan. The busy ones don’t even have time to eat, let alone take a look at their son.

After a short while, Natalie stood up.

"Your Excellency is going to travel far?" Natalie asked Cheerchen.

Cheerchen tried his best to calm his voice.

"Yes, I am going to Sweden. There, His Majesty Karl XI arranged for me the post of Governor of Riga." Chechen said.

Natalie bit her lip and said nothing. After a long while, she said, "This is also good."

As for the "good", she did not say.

Cheorchen thought that this was the end of the two of them talking. He was going to greet Janush to get on the bus later, but Natalie suddenly asked Cheerchen again: "Your Excellency would like to visit this palace with me."

Cheerchen hesitated, but he saw the look in his son's hope, then looked at Fatima in the car, and finally agreed.

So the three walked into the palace. Kazimierz Palace is still so magnificent and magnificent. But today, the various treasures and wonders inside have already been covered with a white cloth.

They will wait for the arrival of the new owner before lifting the veil.

Cheerchen and Natalie are extremely familiar with Kazimierz Miyamoto. But this time, they often stopped for a long time in those magnificent halls and in front of some huge oil paintings. Natalie picked up her son to admire the scenes of the former kings Sigmund and Władysław conquering the barbarians in the east and Zhu Jie, explaining all kinds of allusions to him... They walked up to the lookout, the incredible capital of the city The magnificent scenery has a panoramic view.

At this time, a court secretary came over. He mistakenly thought the three of them were ordinary visitors.

"Three..." The palace Sianyuan wanted to signal the three to leave, but when he saw that the coming were Natalie and Cheerchen, the palace Sian immediately shut his mouth with interest.

But Natalie understood the duties of the court secretary, and she said sympathetically: "They will leave after a while."

After Natalie finished speaking, she suddenly took Chechen's hand and led him down a long aisle. Her footsteps were fast, and he just walked forward calmly and intently. The light from the small side window illuminates their figures from time to time, and then they sank into the darkness again.

Natalie's heartbeat speeded up a bit, and she didn't know why she did such a move. She should hate him, or treat him as a stranger.

Finally they came to the cloister on the right side of the church, just behind the honor seats of the church, not far from the high altar. Natalie knelt down with her son, Cheerchen also knelt down and began to pray devoutly.

The church was solemn and empty. Two candles were burning in front of the large altar, but the depths of the nave were hidden in the silent darkness.

Through the colorful stained glass panes, the five-color colorful light is reflected in the church, reflected in the prayerful, quiet, calm, and beautiful face.

Natalie lay down on the ground in a cross, and she secretly prayed to the icon of the Virgin Mary: "The most merciful Virgin, the man in front of me, the man I once loved so deeply, I have exhausted everything I have. A man who can't change him, please bless him without any disease and disaster. Please bless him and my children, and hope that they can stand by their faith in that heretical country."

After praying, Natalie got up.

"Help your Excellency go smoothly," Natalie said.

Cheerchen also stood up. He looked at Natalie's thin face and said, "I wish you all the best."

After speaking, Cheerchen picked up Janusz and walked outside the church regardless of his son's crying.

He walked through the imperial road and walked into the carriage.

Pidro turned his head and sighed. He had thought that Natalie's appearance would make Cheor Jin change his mind and stay. But the miracle did not happen.

The road paved with the wheels rolling over the gravel started slowly. Cheerchen tried not to look out again.

Natalie was not visible in the line of sight.

Fatima put her hand on the back of Cheerchen's hand.

"If you want to stay, stay." She said.

Although he still didn't like Natalie, he didn't want her husband to be so disheartened.

But Cheerchen shook his head.

Some time later, the coachman driving the carriage stopped the horse.

"Count, we are almost at the gate of Warsaw."

Cheerchen thought that the coachman wanted to take another look at the city for himself. He said, "Don't stop, go ahead. There is nothing to look at."

At this time, Pidro's voice rang from the side of the carriage.

"Chechen, no. The city gate is blocked. Ah! God! What did I see, a badly wounded dragoon. He is holding the family crest of Mikhav Vorodjavsky. He It is a subordinate of the little knight!"

An ominous premonition enveloped Cheerchen's heart.

He left his son and daughter in the carriage, and got out of the carriage with Fatima.

At this time, many people had gathered at the gate of Warsaw. Many people are asking loudly what happened.

Cheerchen squeezed into it vigorously, and he heard words like "lost", "annihilated" and "lost" intermittently.

After waiting hard to squeeze to the innermost point, Cheerchen saw a giant nearly two meters tall with a man and a horse falling to the ground.

The giant was dressed in a red dragoon uniform, with the emblem of the "three bars" on the hat-this is indeed the family crest of Mikhav Vorodjavsky.

Cheerchen rushed forward, he raised the head of the unconscious giant, and then took a bag full of shochu from Fatima.

Unscrew the bottle cap, Cheerchen poured the wine into the giant's mouth.

The spirits worked. The giant coughed violently, then slowly opened his eyes.

"Who are you?"

"Where am I?"

"This is Warsaw. I am Count Alvar Chechen."

"God bless," the giant said, and then reported to himself: "I am a knight Adam Novovyski, a dragoon officer under the command of team leader Mikhav Vorodyavski~www.readwn.com ~ Hearing that it was the subordinate of the well-known little knight, the crowd of onlookers uttered an exclamation.

Cheerchen saw that this man was really a subordinate of the little knight, he hurriedly asked: "Why did you run to faint with a horse and a man, your sir? I'm talking about Mihavu Vorodjavs. Team leader."

Adam Novovieski grabbed his hat from the top of his head and held it tightly in his hand. He has a sad face, and his steely hands seem to be about to smash his hat.

"The Ottoman Turks raided us and the team leader died. I was the only one who escaped. I came to report and ran to death three horses. Kamenets was in danger, the southern frontier was in danger, the Republic It's critical!"

Hearing that the little knight, who was also a teacher and friend, died on the battlefield, Cheerchen felt the darkness before his eyes. He staggered and sat on the ground.

The people around heard the news as if they had suffered a bolt from the blue. Some people slumped on the ground, some shouted "God", and some fled, as if the Turks were in front of them.