The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Almost an hour after Ivan Wygowski entered, the door opened again.

Ivan Wigowski walked out, his eyes red. After everyone looked at him, Vigowski said in a trembling voice to everyone outside: "The warchief wants to see Baohong, Shirko, and Popovich. The others are willing to stay here. Here, those who want to go back can go back."

"Why do you tell us to go back? Just stay here!" A question came from a corner.

"That's what the warchief said." Ivan Wigowski said coldly toward the corner that made the sound.

No one answered in the corner.

"Please, three." Ivan Wigowski said to the three again.

Baohong, Shirko, and Popovich looked at each other, and then followed Ivan Wigowski in.

On the hospital bed, Khmelnitsky had three dreams. In the first dream, he returned to his youth and returned to the Battle of Sekola.

At that time, he was a registered Cossack general in the Republic of Poland. On the night before the battle, he and two army generals of the Republic of Poland went to meet the 73-year-old General Marshal Stanislaw Zukowski.

When the three came outside the tent, Bogdan Khmelnitsky clearly saw that the old commander was unloading his armor with the help of an attendant.

Seeing the young man's quick work, the old commander blurted out: "My child, how old are you this year?"

The attendant raised his head and replied: "Back to your Excellency, I am 21 years old this year."

The old commander smiled, with fine wrinkles covering the corners of his eyes: "I was still working in the court when I was your age, and I followed the predecessor Stefan Bartóre to participate in the suppression of the Gdansk rebellion when I was nearly 30 years old... ."

Hearing that the old commander mentioned the incident, the attendant replied so excitedly that he interrupted him: "Yes! I have known that battle since I was a child. You led less than three thousand people in Lubeshov. Beat more than 10,000 rebels! Your Excellency, my friends and I have heard many of your heroic deeds since we were young. You are our idol!"

"You are also my idol, sir." Khmelnitsky thought silently outside the book.

"Strictly speaking, my child," said the old commander. "The battle of Lubeshov was commanded by Jan Zbyrovsky. He is a commander I respect very much..."

Having said this, Khmelnitsky seemed to see the tears in the old commander's gaze: "He passed away seventeen years ago."

The attendant fixed the last armor part, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, sir."

The old commander's eyes were as calm as ever, and he murmured: "People are always going to die, no matter how great or humble he is."

This sentence was also firmly remembered by Khmelnitsky at the time.

Then, the old commander noticed Khmelnitsky and the other two at the door.

"You are here, come in quickly."

So he walked in side by side with the other two. Just when he came to the old commander, one of the men with a big beard and a letter in his hand smashed the letter heavily on the table. He was about to speak, but he saw that the attendant standing next to the old commander hadn’t been there yet. Leaving, he immediately ordered him to leave temporarily.

"Calnecki, you go down first."

The attendant glanced at the old commander, who chinked slightly, and the young man bowed and left quickly.

As soon as the attendant left, his beard broke out. He put his right hand on his saber and yelled: "Then...the group of corpse-positioned vegetarians! Zhukovsky...Your Excellency, such a big battle has happened again. Refusing to give me....I....We allocated additional troops. We are defending...the home and the country! We are defending their property!"

The old commander did not speak, and opened the letter to himself and started reading. He reads hard, but he is too old to read the words clearly.

"It's nothing more than clichés. The old guys in the council are rich. They sit in the big manor and bask in the sun. They don't want to give the army a Taylor!" shouted a man of his age with a horoscope beard. .

Then, Khmelnitsky himself spoke: "I heard that the Turks have assembled tens of thousands of troops, including their dogleg vassals."

"The news is very good, Bogdan. You Zaporozhye Cossacks have robbed the treasures of infidels. You really will cause us trouble!"

"I assure you that we did not do it, Your Excellency Potocki." Khmelnitsky replied, "It was the Don Cossacks. We have little intersection with them."

Potocki shrugged: "Whatever, I can't tell the difference between you anyway..." He then sneered: "The Cossack with a bad heart is the long nail of the Republic. Although it is sharp, it also needs it. Trim regularly."

Anger flashed across Khmelnitsky's brows, this detail was seen by the old commander.

"Enough, Potocki, pay attention to your words. Bogdan is a registered Cossack, here is our colleague. Don't forget, he led 500 Cossack infantry to help us fight the Ottoman invasion."

Khmelnitsky glanced gratefully at the old commander. The old commander went on to say: "In any case, the king's order has been given. We are in the war, we must work together. I have been in Moldavia for so many years, and I know that the determination of the pagan sultan cannot be underestimated. Considering our army The scale is very limited, and this battle...will be very difficult."

Until now, Khmelnitsky still remembered how he answered when the old commander sighed. He asked the old commander to let himself lead the Cossacks to stop the army of the Ottoman Sultan of Turkey, so as to win precious time for the army to build fortifications.

"Your Excellency, for the sake of the Republic, I am fearless!"

The young Bogdan Khmelnitsky said.

The old commander agreed to the young Bogdan Khmelnitsky's suggestion that he was nearly suicidal. Bogdan Khmelnitsky led five hundred Cossack infantry towards the Turk’s quarters day and night.

They launched an unhesitating charge against the Ottoman Turkish army. There were more than 20,000 enemies, but everyone including themselves did not hesitate. The Cossacks twisted into a rope and rushed towards the enemy's center. They beat the Ottoman Turks from the beginning to the end, and they soon became confused in their formation.

Jamed Popovich, a one-eyed one-eared Cossack under his own, stabbed to death three white top hats (Sudanese soldiers), and seized three full of confinement from them. Money bag. Just as he rushed towards the fourth enemy, a cannonball hit him and beat him in half~www.wuxiamtl.com~Korbita, a young Cossack with shiny gold hair. A pagan pressed on the ground and stabbed him to death with the opponent's dagger. But before he stood up, a fiery bullet hit his temple and almost lifted his skull. He was killed by a Hippasi cavalry riding on a tall horse. He was tall and tall like a poplar tree.

This guy is obviously a hard stubble. Before the fight with Bogdan Khmelnitsky, two more Zaporozhye Cossacks were split in half, one Cossack was stabbed to death with a spear, and another was smashed by a page hammer. Tianling cover.

Bogdan Khmelnitsky rushed up. Seeing Bogdan Khmelnitsky wearing chain mail, the opponent also saw that he was an important figure in the Cossacks. So abandoned other opponents and rushed over.

Hippasi cavalry wielded their sabers and put the steel shield on their chests. Bogdan Khmelnitsky held a pistol in one hand and a saber in the other.

When the two were about to pass by, Bogdan Khmelnitsky shot the opponent's mount in the eye, and the dark brown horse turned the Hippasi cavalry down.

Bogdan Khmelnitsky lied forward. He slashed between the opponent's pale lips, knocked out a few white teeth, and severed his tongue.

The crimson blood spurted out like spring water, dyeing the opponent's armor red.

But before Bogdan Khmelnitsky tasted the fruits of victory, another Hippasi cavalry attacked him from behind and knocked him out...

Bogdan Khmelnitsky and his Cossack infantry forced the 150,000 Ottoman army to arrive at the battlefield for two days at the cost of almost all the deaths, and caused several times more casualties to the opponent.

It was really an age of impassioned, youthful blood.