The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Pidro poured a basin full of cold water, and then poured it on Khalkha's face severely.

Khalkha, who was splashed with cold water all over his face, woke up from his coma. Being **** by Wuhuada, Khalka accidentally hit the back of his head on the hard ground, which made his heart hurt in the place where he was injured by Yelishei's page hammer.

Khalkha grinned, and finally recovered from the pain. He looked at Cheechen, Isaac and others who surrounded him. Although he knew that he might have been exposed, he still showed a friendly, harmless smile.

"Chechenbey, what are you doing?"

Seeing that Khalkha was still pretending to be confused now, Pedro, who had almost gone to the ghost gate for a while, couldn't get out of his anger. He took another spit of Khalkha, and then said fiercely: "Enough! You **** goat, we have seen your disguise a long time ago. You are a spy sent by the Kalmyks. You traitor."

Khalka turned a deaf ear to Pidro's curse. He allowed Pidro's saliva spit on his face to run down his cheeks, through his neck, and into the collar. Khalkha continued to look at Chechen with innocent eyes, and said, "Bey, I think you must have made a mistake, I was sent by the real Saijet Bey."

"Pretend! Keep on pretending!" Pidro kicked Khalkha on the knee.

"You said you are from Saijet, so why do you use the name Turghut to call those Kalmyks?"

Khalkha murmured secretly, it turned out that he was exposed here. In fact, this is also a sparse of the Khalkha Baimi. He stayed with Isilan Glyy in the Kalmyk Khanate. Every day he heard and saw the name "Turhute", even Ishran Glyy was no exception. Over time, "Turhu "Special" has become a habit.

Knowing where he was found to be flawed, Khalkha still wanted to hold on. He shouted wrongly and said: "God testify! Bey, I also heard a Kalmyk captured by us call himself Turhout, I thought Kalmyk was one of their Turhouts. Little tribe, that's what it's called!"

Seeing Khalkha's mouth so stiff, Chechen also admired him a little. Cheerchen squatted down and approached Khalkha and asked, "Since you said that you are someone close to Sagetebey, then you must know that Bey has been injured on his left leg. His stab wound was horizontal. , Or is it upright?"

Of course Khalkha had never been so boring to lift Saijiet's legs, so he could only speculate wildly about Cheerchen's question.

"It's horizontal."

"wrong!"

Cheerchen stood up, he smiled and said, "That's wrong, the scar is vertical."

As soon as Cheechen's words fell, Khalkha, who had originally spoken with a smile and had harmless eyes, suddenly revealed a fierce look. He opened his mouth, slammed his legs on the ground, and bit towards Cheechen's thigh.

"Dare the thief!"

Fatima screamed and kicked Khalkha in the left cheek, kicking him out.

Fatima's blow was powerful. Half of Khalkha's face immediately swelled, a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth, and there were three or four teeth mixed in it.

But Khalkha was smiling, yes, he was smiling.

Khalkha looked at Cheerchen and the others with the eyes of the dead.

"You know it too late. The great Isilan Gley, the true master of the Crimean Khanate, has eliminated the two traitors Karazi and Saijet, and the Khan and his allies are heading here. Here, our iron knights will trample you into mud. As for you,"

Kalka glanced at Chechen.

"Alvar Chechen, you, the guy who personally ruined the Khan's dominance, the great Isilan Glyy will personally concoct you. The Khan will let you taste all the torture, and then you can't die. But. Khan will take your skull off and make it into a wine glass!"

"I will make your head a chamber pot first!"

Pidro was furious when he saw Khalkha cursing his nephew in this way. He kicked Khalkha's chest fiercely.

Khalkha felt a moment of suffocation, his chest aching fiercely. But after the pain, he still continued to laugh presumptuously.

Pidro wanted to continue teaching Khalkha to be a man with his fist. But Cheerchen stopped him.

Cheerchen said to Yelishei and Fatima, "Help him up."

Khalkha was helped up. Now, the two have a face-to-face conversation.

"Are you from Isilan Glyy?"

"Yes, I am the **** of the greatest Crimean Khan Ishran Glyy, and that Seget is unworthy of carrying shoes for me."

"Saget and Karachi, are they really annihilated?"

Khalka raised his head proudly and said: "The two idiots have fallen into our Khan's calculations. One of them was captured and the other was shot to death."

"How many people are there?"

"You can count for three days and three nights too much. But you will see you soon. Don't pee your pants in fright by then!"

Cheerchen stopped talking. This Khalkha is tight-lipped when it comes to military information. Obviously, the so-called camel defeated the war horse that he said before is not true.

"Patriarch Isaac, this guy will be handed over to you." Chechen handed Khalkha to Isaac. He now has more important things, and that is to arrange the retreat.

The Kalmyks will sooner or later discover that their tricks have been seen through. He must return to Cherkessk as soon as possible before the enemy's cavalry arrives, and make use of the fortifications there.

"Pidro, Yelishei, Fedot, Hessian!" Chechen said by name.

"Here!" the four said in unison.

"I order! The rear team is changed to the front team, the artillery team is in the center, the Hessian cavalry guards the two wings, and the mercenary team returns to Cherkessk as quickly as possible!"

After giving the retreat order, Cheer Chen said to Xie Miao: "Xie Miao, you lead your infantry to form a defensive formation ready to block the enemy that is ready to pursue. I will let Patriarch Isaac’s Tatar tribe cavalry cooperate with you."

"Yes!"

Xie Miao also knows that the situation is urgent now, and every minute is precious. After accepting the order, he hurried to summon the soldiers to gather.

Chechen was thinking about whether he had any omissions. After making sure that he had done everything he needed to do, he was also ready to leave after being pressed.

At this time, Cheer Chen saw the chief Isaac cut down a tree trunk with two adult arms.

Before Cheerchen asked, Patriarch Isaac said first: "Bey, I'm about to put this stiff-mouthed guy on the stake. I want to scare the Kalmyk's guts."

Cheerchen knew how cruel the pillar punishment was. Under normal circumstances, he does not approve of the use of such cruel punishments on people, even on the enemy. But this time, he agreed with Patriarch Isaac to impose a pillar on Khalkha.

Because he has two considerations. First of all, this Tatar called Khalkha is indeed hateful. He almost put everyone in jail and wiped out the entire army; secondly, since the dispatch of troops, his army has suffered repeated setbacks, even the enemy’s face. If I didn't see it, I was going to retreat. This is a great blow to morale, especially for the Tatars who follow them. They follow themselves to win victory and spoils, not to defeat wars. All of them now urgently need to revive the morale of the army, wash away the shame of being undefeated, and use torture to let their subordinates vent their grievances, improve cohesion, and let the Tatars headed by Patriarch Isaac follow. There is no retreat for myself.

"Very well, Patriarch Isaac." Cheer Chen tried to endure the nausea in his heart and praised him against his will.

Listening to Cheerchen complimenting himself, Patriarch Isaac smiled cheerfully. He urged loudly: "Hurry up, let this villain know how great it is!"

Patriarch Isaac dragged Khalkha, he patted Khalkha's face, and said to him: "Okay, my friend. Your time has come."

Khalkha lay on his back, his breathing calm, as if he didn't know what kind of torture he was about to suffer. He was slapped in the face by Isaac, and when Isaac called him "friend", Khalkha looked at Isaac with a smile.

Suddenly, his face bulged suddenly, and then he sucked a piece in his mouth, and spit a **** sputum on Isaac's face.

Isaac was caught off guard and was sprayed all over his face. He backed up two steps and almost fell on the grass.

"Give me torture!" Isaac yelled angrily while rubbing his face.

Cheerchen turned his face away and stopped looking.

A Tatar walked up to Khalkha and first poured a few sips of wine into his mouth. As a Tatar, Khalkha knows that after drinking alcohol, his nerves and consciousness will be paralyzed, and he will suffer a longer period of pain and will not be able to die. He closed his mouth to prevent the wine from flowing into his throat.

The Tatar cursed. He is also a familiar hand. Seeing that Khalkha did not cooperate, the Tatar pulled out the knife, pried Khalkha's mouth vigorously, and then poured it in regardless.

The spirits poured into the mouth, and the few teeth that had just fallen out of Khalkha throbbed. Then, his throat was also burned with fire.

That is very strong wine.

Then, two Tatars came over on horseback, and they wrapped Khalkha's feet with a thick rope. Patriarch Isaac stood aside and stared at Khalkha's crotch, carefully commanding.

"Slow down, slow down. Cooperate well and move in the same way."

The two horses stepped forward at the same time, the ropes began to tighten, and Khalkha was dragged forward on the grass.

In the blink of an eye, Khalkhadi's body touched the tip of the stake.

"stop!"

Patriarch Isaac shouted.

Then, Isaac carefully adjusted the lower position for Khalkha, treating him gently as if he were his wife.

Devilish tenderness.

The tip of the stake was inserted into Khalkha’s anus.

As the horse continued to drag, the stakes were inserted deeper and deeper. Khalkha's skin was torn, and his bones were torn apart.

At the beginning, Khalkha opened his eyes wide, bit his lips tightly, still using his will to endure, not letting himself scream, but how could such torture be able to contend with the will. Not long after, Khalkha began to groan and make a sound, and then the sound was out of control like a flood that opened a gate.

"Ah!" Khalkha called out loudly. His face was disastrous as paper, sweat dripped from his forehead like soybeans, and his hair was wet as if washed.

Cheerchen couldn't bear to listen anymore. He wanted to cover his ears, but he realized that if he had done this a long time ago, he would only let the Tatar see his weak side, so he resisted this impulse.

Seeing that the tip was inserted deep enough, the chief Isaac erected the stake.

The two Tatars got off their horses, and they carefully inserted the stakes into the newly dug hole.

After more than ten minutes, Khalkha stopped screaming on the erect wooden stake. He hung his head, and blood ran down from his stripped legs, dyeing the stakes red.

Although the fire of life dissipated in Khalkha's body, it dissipated very slowly. Under normal circumstances, it would take Khalkha two to three days to die.

If it’s normal, Patriarch Isaac doesn’t mind leaving Khalkha here for three days and three nights before letting him die, but not today, they are being pursued, Kalmyks and Isilan Glyy The army will appear at any time.

Therefore, Isaac decided to send him on the road faster after torturing Khalkha.

The Tatars put hay and tar on the legs of their family ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and lit them with torches.

Seeing this, Cheerchen really couldn't stand it anymore. But he couldn't take back his promise.

"Patriarch Isaac, I will leave first. This matter is over, you will meet Xie Miao immediately." Chechen ordered Isaac.

"As you wish, Bey." Patriarch Isaac replied.

A smell of meat began to float in the air, Cheechen covered his mouth, and he quickly got on his horse, chasing after Xie Miao.

Only two miles away, Che Chen caught up with Xie Miao.

"Head, you go quickly. Are we here?" Xie Miao said confidently.

Chechen leaned down, he made a request to Xie Miao.

"Xie Miao, later Patriarch Isaac and the others will come over, and you will sneak a shot at that Khalkha."

Xie Miao was stunned at first, but of course he would not defy Chechen's order and immediately agreed.

"please."

After Cheerchen finished speaking, he chased after the large group of troops.

When Patriarch Isaac and the others came back happily on horseback, Xie Miao quietly mounted a horse and came to the place where Khalkha was struck.

At this time, the wooden stake inserted into Khalkha's lower body was halfway in. The fire on his legs had long been extinguished, and only the charred bones of the two sturdy legs were connected to the body.

Khalkha’s vitality was so tenacious that even after such torture, he was still not in a coma, but his eyes widened.

It was such a terrifying and hateful look that even Xie Miao was shocked.

Xie Miao approached Khalkha with a horse.

"May God forgive you!" Xie Miao said.

Then Xie Miao drew his pistol and pointed it at Khalkha's left ear.

With a gunshot, Khalkha's soul was finally free from the shackles of the tortured body.