Originally, Pedro''s body was sitting close to the inner wall of the trench, and his pistol pointed diagonally to the sky. Now, the figure came to his head and was just set in the muzzle of the gun.


    Pedro pulled the trigger, the muzzle of the gun burst into flames, and the figure screamed and fell directly into the trench.


    Through the moonlight, Pedro found that the attacker who died in his hand had an oriental face.


    "How could it be Tatars?" Pedro was surprised. But now was not the time to distract him. With the sound of Pedro''s gun, the other soldiers of the mercenary regiment ambushed in the trench opened fire at the same time. After several more Raiders turned into dead bodies, the two sides began a hand to hand fight.


    "Allah Juan Keba!"


    "God bless!"


    The two sides shouted their respective beliefs, and the swords were intertwined. From time to time, there were one or two sounds of iron cutting into bones and flesh and painful cries from all directions.


    Pedro''s hand half sword provoked a Tatar who jumped into the trench. The Tatar has a pair of black eyes like jackals. He is wearing leather armor with copper nails, carrying a composite bow, holding a simple machete in his hand, branching out a pair of thick hoop legs and looking at Pedro covetously. The Tatars didn''t take the lead and turned a deaf ear to the cries of killing all around, but the pig shit was holding the hand and half sword held by Pedro.


    Obviously, this is a very experienced opponent. He knew that Pedro''s hand half sword body was longer than his own machete, and it was inconvenient to wave it in the narrow trench. As long as he was given the opportunity to block the hand half sword and take the opportunity to deceive himself, Pedro would die. So he''s waiting for Pedro to do it first.


    Tatars can see clearly. As an experienced veteran, why didn''t Pedro understand. Now he really regretted that he didn''t hammer the page on him, otherwise he wouldn''t be so passive. Pedro now has to respond to changes with constancy.


    Neither of them wants to fight now. If they fight alone, maybe someone won''t attack first until dawn. But now it is a scuffle, surrounded by enemies, and other people''s actions will not be transferred because of your will.


    Pedro was hit on the back, and then a pair of powerful hands wrapped around him. It turned out that a Tatar who was fighting with a soldier of the mercenary regiment was kicked by the mercenary. He stood unsteadily and retreated for several steps. As a result, he hit Pedro. When the Tatar saw Pedro with his back to himself and confronting one of his companions, he immediately reacted and hugged Pedro with his hand.


    "Abnahale, come on!" the Tatar greeted the fellow countrymen who confronted Pedro.


    The Tatar named abnahale obviously knew that now was the best opportunity. He leaped forward with a machete in his hands, and his eyes glowed bloodthirsty.


    "Damn it," said Pedro. Without thinking, he instinctively kicked his feet, leaned back, and then the reaction fell to the ground with the Tatar behind him.


    In the process of falling to the ground, Pedro''s hands adjusted the alignment position of his hand and half sword, and the tip of the sword was still facing the Tatar''s chest. Then his foot slammed into each other''s calf.


    Abnahale didn''t expect Pedro to come. He couldn''t stop. His strong chest hit the tip of his half sword. The sharp point of the Sword Pierced abnahal''s chest and out of his back.


    Abnahale''s vitality is unexpectedly strong. Although he was badly hurt, he didn''t die for a moment. Instead, he straightened his arm and pointed the machete''s sword at Pedro''s neck.


    He wanted to die with Pedro. But now Pedro is still trapped by the Tatars behind him. He can''t even move his body for half a minute. He can only watch the tip of the knife approach his chest bit by bit.


    Abnahale gave a cruel smile. His body moved forward again, and the wound pierced by the hand half sword was like a spring of blood. Finally, the machete hit Pedro''s chest.


    "It''s over!" Pedro closed his eyes. At this moment, he thought that Chechen would be alone in a foreign country, thought of his life-long struggle savings, and seemed to think of Mrs. kolf.


    What a mess! Pedro shook his head. He felt that although something was against his chest, he never broke through the lock armour and stabbed into the flesh.


    Pedro opened his eyes and saw that the Tatar named abnahale was dead with his head down. Death came one step faster than the vengeance.


    Pedro loosened his hand and half sword to one side and put down abnahale''s body. He stretched out the Tatars with his hands, wrapped his hands around them, and then turned over and sat on the Tatars and grabbed his neck.


    After a while, the Tatar rolled his eyes.


    Pedro rose from the Tatars. At this time, the mercenaries working in the tunnel led by zepesh also rushed to join the regiment.


    "Deputy commander, here we are!" cried zeppesh. He held up and waved a saber in one hand and a pistol in the other, looking indescribably funny.


    When the Tatars saw that they were coming, the new force quickly whistled and signaled to retreat. However, their lap riding was ok, but they couldn''t run. The people who fell behind were chased up by mercenaries and cut into meat sauce.


    When Chechen arrived with Fatima, the battle was over. The bodies of seventeen Tatars were laid on the ground with explosives taken from them.


    "Did we lose a lot?"


    Che Chen squatted down and carefully observed the Tatars.


    "Fortunately, it was discovered early. Seven of us died and twelve were injured. These Tatars are natural marksmen, and their bows and arrows are surprisingly high in the dark," said Pedro.


    "How could there be Tatars?" like Pedro, Chechen was puzzled.


    "Maybe it was hired by Jan sobesky. I knew that some Tatars who rebelled against Khan often worked for the Russians as mercenaries." fedot thought of a reasonable explanation.


    Cherchen and Pedro nodded, which was the only reasonable explanation.


    "I don''t know what happened in the other directions?" Pedro went to Cherchen who stood up and said with worry.


    The battle between Chechen and Pedro is over, but there are still flames flashing in the other three directions. No, you can still hear the explosion.


    Then gamoyes pototsky arrived. He was the commander of the northern Prince''s army appointed by otkinski and the immediate superior of Chechen. Gamoyes is relieved that he was born in a famous family, but he is not a vegetarian. Cherchen is happy to work under him.


    "Tunnel, is the tunnel still there?" gamoyes asked about the tunnel as soon as he arrived.


    After hearing the news that the tunnel was safe, the high-ranking official breathed a sigh of relief.


    "That''s great! I just came from general otkinski, and the commander was attacked. The attackers blew up the tunnel and killed dozens of engineers." gamoyes wiped his sweat with his handkerchief and told Cherchen about other directions.


    After listening, Chechen and Pedro looked at each other. The operation was indeed a premeditated sneak attack by Jan sobesky. Two of the four tunnels were destroyed, and only his own tunnel was spared due to tight defense.


    "In a word, I will truthfully report your achievements to general otkinski in the next few nights. Next, you should strictly guard against it and don''t give the rebels a chance."


    After saying the words of encouragement, gamoyes left.