Gregory let out a cry of pain. But the bullet did not kill him, but went through the glass, shot through his ear, and finally hit the chest of the guard who tied Fatima''s hand.

    The tremendous impact of the bullet was all on the guard''s head and chest. The unlucky guard burst out a dazzling flower of blood on his chest, leaned back, and finally hit the guards behind him.

    Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fatima grabbed the other guard''s throat with her right hand. The assassin from the Ottoman court obviously had a power different from her petite figure. He fell over her shoulder and threw the guard more than one head higher than her to the ground.

    The wooden floor made a loud noise. If the floor has life, it is its pain.

    But what was worse was the guard. He didn''t even have a chance to make a sound, so he passed out because of a concussion.

    Fatima, who had regained her freedom, quickly picked up the short knife and shield thrown on the ground. She jumped in front of Gregory and waved her knife from bottom to top.

    Like cutting cheese, the knife made a big cut in Gregory''s chest and face. The accomplice of the bloody mercenary regiment thus ended his sinful life.

    "Shoot, shoot!"

    The officer in charge of protecting Gregory''s safety was angry and angry at Gregory''s death. He pushed away the guard in front of him, pulled out the pistol at his waist and aimed it at Fatima.

    Behind the officer, two muskets fired at the same time.

    Fatima, with her back to the muzzle of the gun as if she had eyes on her back, whirled and fell to the ground at the moment when the fire gun sprayed out.

    All three bullets hit the goose down quilt on the bed, stirring up pieces of down as if it were snowing.

    But the crisis is far from over. At this time, two guards raised their long axes and chopped at Fatima who fell to the ground.

    You can''t stop it with a short knife alone. Fatima had no choice but to cross the right arm bound with a shield.

    The long axe struck in the middle of the shield. Fatima''s right arm was numb by the huge impact, and her half sitting body was pressed back to the floor. Fortunately, the shield was not broken.

    But even so, Fatima was unable to move under the pressure of the long axe and lost the ability to resist.

    At this time, the gunshot rang out again.

    This time, the bullet accurately hit one of the guards holding a long axe to suppress Fatima.

    "Be careful, be careful. There are his associates outside."

    The officer looked back and loudly reminded his men. But this reminder obviously seems a little redundant. Because of the two shots in succession, the fool knows that there are still enemies lurking in the dark.

    Because of the lurk''s superb shooting skills. Both officers and guards were frightened. They squatted down one by one, looking for concealment, trying not to make themselves the next prey. Even the guard who suppressed Fatima was no exception.

    Taking this rare opportunity, Fatima kicked her legs and sent her body out a few meters through the bottom of the bed. During this period, she also killed the only candle in the room with a flying knife.

    The room was dark, followed by a sound of broken glass.

    The officer cursed and threatened to go down and find a kindling object to light it, but the guards who had long been full of bow and snake knew that at this time, whoever lit the fire would surely lead to the attack of the gunman, so no one moved despite the officer''s scolding.

    After a long time, when the officer himself finally climbed to the table and lit a candle, Fatima had long disappeared. Only three bodies and a broken glass were left.

    "It''s over."

    The officer''s heart was full of despair. Although he was privately sent by the officer to protect Gregory, the red man under general Yakov died under his own protection, and there were only one or two killers. I don''t know how painful fate is waiting for me tomorrow.

    He''s even suicidal now.

    Not to mention the poor officer. Fatima climbed quickly over the wall on the left side of the house after she got out of the window. As all the guards gathered in the house, Fatima''s action was not blocked.

    At the gate of the house, a large group of people had gathered at this time. These are the nearby people awakened by the gunshot. They pointed at the house and exchanged unreliable and even absurd news from time to time.

    Because Gregory didn''t get the house for a long time, and most of the neighbors around didn''t know where to live here, they could only guess out of thin air.

    A carriage passed the noisy crowd calmly. The coachman just glanced at the chaotic house. Instead of stopping, he continued to move forward, turned the corner and disappeared into the darkness.

    After turning the corner, the carriage continued to drive along the left wall of the house. When the carriage reached the middle of the fence, the coachman stopped the carriage. The coachman, who hid himself in his blue cloak, looked around carefully, and then barked three times like a wild dog.

    A figure came out of the darkness. It was Fatima with a wound.

    "Get in the car."

    The coachman hurried. He looked at Fatima and then lowered his head.

    Fatima got into the carriage without saying a word. The coachman waved the reins again and drove the carriage forward.

    "Fatima, how''s your hand?"

    In the carriage, Che Chen asked anxiously when he saw Fatima holding her right arm and a painful expression on the corner of her mouth.

    Beside Chechen, there was a strange middle-aged man sitting.

    "Why don''t you ask me if Gregory is dead?"

    Fatima did not answer Chechen''s question, but asked Chechen instead.

    "This, this..." Chechen was a little overwhelmed by Fatima''s question.

    Fatima wanted to see Chechen''s bewildered expression. Seeing that the plot succeeded, she smiled and said, "don''t worry, I''m fine. Moreover, the man named Gregory has been killed by me."

    "Is Gregory really dead?"

    Before Fatima finished, the middle-aged man sitting next to Cherchen asked.

    Fatima cast a puzzled expression on Chechen. He had not seen the middle-aged man before tonight.

    "Oh, I''m sorry. I just want to make sure. Because that guy was hit by me once, but he survived." the middle-aged man added.

    "This is Mr. fedot. He is also Gregory''s enemy. He fired the two shots." Chechen introduced fedot to Fatima.

    Fatima nodded. She also wondered how Chechen and his uncle could have such superb shooting skills. It turned out that someone else shot.

    "If a man can''t die if he is split in half from head to chest," Fatima said.

    Fedot listened to Fatima and finally showed a satisfied expression of revenge.

    "Mr. fedott followed Gregory back to the house tonight. We met on the road. He wanted to do it at night, so we came together." Cherchen briefly introduced how he met fedott.

    Fatima listened carefully as Chechen spoke.

    When Cherchen finished, Fatima asked fedot a question.

    "According to Mr. fedot''s shooting method, you should have killed Gregory at the first shot, but why did you only hit him in the ear?" Fatima asked.

    "In fact, I wanted to kill Gregory with that shot, but at that time, I thought Miss Fatima was tied by two guys and lost her freedom, so I changed the target to the guard. Because I heard Chechen talk about Miss Fatima''s superb martial arts. If you can liberate one hand, I think you should have a way to fight back," fedot explained.

    Fatima nodded gratefully.

    "Mr. fedot, although we have different beliefs, I sincerely thank you in the name of Allah I believe in," Fatima said.

    "No, No." fedot could not help showing a shy expression when a young woman thanked him so seriously.

    But Fatima knew very well that fedot could not thank him too much. Because he not only saved himself, but also gave up the most favorable opportunity to kill Gregory. After that shot, Gregory was on guard. If he had not given Gregory a fatal knife, but chose to escape directly, it would be difficult for fedot to kill Gregory again.

    The carriage drove continuously. During this period, Fatima felt at least that the carriage drove through three different roads: slate Road, dirt road and gravel road. Obviously, the carriage kept spinning around the city.

    "Where are we going now?" Fatima asked Cherchen.

    "We''ll leave the city now. Yakov will hunt us all over the city tomorrow. It''s not safe to stay here again," Chechen said.

    Fatima nodded and stopped talking. And fedot is obviously not a talkative person. No one spoke with Cherchen, and Cherchen had to shut up.

    The car was silent again.

    After about half an hour, the carriage finally stopped at one place.

    Pedro, the driver, rang the bell to indicate that the three people could get off.

    Chechen got off the bus first. But he stepped into a mud pit and splashed a leg of mud.

    And all around, is a desolate.

    "Uncle, where have we been? Didn''t we say we were going to meet Mr. Everrich?" Chechen asked strangely when he saw Pedro taking everyone to a place where birds don''t shit.

    "Fool, don''t we go so directly to let interested people know that the man who killed Gregory has something to do with Mr. Everrich? Let''s change our clothes here and then go to Mr. Everrich." Pedro threw a package to Cherchen, which was full of Swedish style clothes.

    So, Chechen and others took turns to enter the carriage and change their clothes. The four left the carriage and walked in the direction of the Swedish caravan.

    When Chechen and Pedro came to Smolensk, they were escorted by the Swedish caravan, and now they leave Smolensk as escorted by the Swedish caravan. Sometimes people''s fate is such a wonderful thing.

    When Pedro and Chechen came to the hotel where Ehrlich stayed, Ehrlich was already waiting for them at the door.

    "May God bless you, gentlemen," said averich.

    "God does bless us," replied Pedro. Obviously, he meant that the successful assassination of Gregory was blessed by God.

    Efrich obviously recognized Pedro''s voice over, and his master smiled happily.

    "Well, let''s go. My caravan is already waiting in the backyard."

    The four followed Ehrlich to the backyard, where more than ten carriages had stopped. Beside the carriage, the members of the caravan were making a final inspection.

    "Mr. Everrich, didn''t you hire a guard this time?" Chechen was a little strange to see that there was no guard in the caravan. It is said that there was no peace on the ground during the war. Isn''t efrich too big.

    Averich had to smile bitterly at Cherchen''s question. He didn''t know that it was unsafe on the ground without protection, but the mercenaries were not hired by fiordo like Cherchen. They suffered heavy losses in the defense of Smolensk, or joined the army of Czar Russia after the war, or escorted the former Polish nobles who left Smolensk to Werner. He really couldn''t hire anyone, but he couldn''t stay in Smolensk all the time, wasting his savings, so he had to start alone.

    "Isn''t there still us?" Pedro patted Cherchen on the head and replied for Everich.

    The caravan drove out of the hotel backyard and headed for the city gate. Due to the early bribery of the Russian soldiers guarding the gate, although the gunfire in the city has aroused the vigilance of the whole city, Cherchen and others easily left the city.

    When the caravan was far away from Smolensk, Cherchen and other talents could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

    At this time, Everich asked Pedro: "Pedro, and Chechen, where are you going in the future?"

    "Where are you going?" Pedro and Cherchen couldn''t help thinking about it carefully.

    Gregory, the accomplice in the massacre of the mercenary regiment, has been brought to justice, and the Revenge of the mercenary regiment has been partly avenged. All that''s left is Yakov, the mastermind, and the executor camp of the massacre.

    "Continue to take revenge. We have to pay Yakov and the correctional camp," Pedro said. And Che Chen also nodded and agreed with his uncle.

    "Do you still want to engage in sneak attack and assassination? Like killing Gregory? With all due respect, general Yakov is not Gregory. It is impossible for you four to assassinate him. Let alone a correctional camp for hundreds of people," said Everich.

    Uncle and nephew were silent when they heard the speech, and they didn''t know it. But the oath has been made, and revenge must be taken.

    "Would you like to hear what I think?" added Everich, seeing that neither uncle nor nephew spoke. This is something that Everich has considered for a long time.

    "Mr. Everrich, you are our benefactor. If you have any good way, just say it," said Pedro.

    "Well," averich nodded: "I don''t think you should fight alone, but go to werna and join the army of raziweu. The Lithuanian general is fighting Czarist Russia now, and he must need talents who can fight like you. Moreover, our king of Sweden will certainly not ignore the atrocities of Czarist Russia against the Republic of Poland. At that time, his great majesty Carl x will be very happy Will send troops to support yanush to counter attack Smolensk from Lithuania. "

    Efrich''s words really make sense. If yanush could fight back to Smolensk, his uncle and nephew would probably avenge the mercenary regiment. Moreover, when Captain Franco was alive, he was supposed to continue to serve the Republic of Poland with the mercenary regiment.

    "Uncle Pedro, what do you think?" Chechen was very moved, but he still wanted to see what his uncle meant

    "Well, we''ll go to Werner," said Pedro, biting his fingernails, meditating for a moment, and finally clapping his hands.