The dust of the election of the grand chief has settled, and everyone, including vikovski, is preparing to return to Kiev - of course, the Polish mission is no exception. The Deputy envoy of the mission at this time, Chechen (Stanislaw pototsky restored Chechen''s position), did not pack up as busily as others, but came to the Bank of shecci and watched a pile of rubble.


    The rubble was actually a tomb in which Duke konitsky and the people who died in the underlying Cossack riots, including the Jewish businessman who sold Cherchen tobacco, were buried.


    "What are you doing? Chechen."


    While Che Chen was still in a daze, Bao Hong came over.


    After learning that he had children, Bao Hongge paid attention to his appearance. He trimmed his beard and hair and cherished the gorgeous clothes he was wearing. At this time, he was more like a noble childe than a rebellious Cossack.


    "Brother Bao Hong, why are you here?"


    "Come out and walk your horse. I''ll see you standing here all the way."


    Chechen smiled at Bao Hong and said, "let me see Duke konitsky buried here."


    "Look at that guy?" Bao Hong wondered.


    "Well," said Chechen, "in a sense, the Duke actually took the blame for me. Originally, I was the Deputy envoy of the mission."


    Bao Hong''s mouth opened into an "O" shape. He didn''t expect Cherchen to be melancholy about this.


    This is really a child. Bao Hong shook his head.


    Bao Hong felt that it was necessary for him to educate Chechen.


    "Cherchen, you are different from the dead ghost here." Bao Hong said.


    "I know." Chechen nodded. He looked at Bao Hong and said, "he''s inside and I''m outside. And if the Deputy envoy was me, brother Bao Hong, you would never push me out to take the blame."


    Bao Hong shook his head.


    "I don''t want to joke with you, and that''s not what I want to say." Bao Hong said, "after so much experience, don''t you know nothing about your strength? If one day a guy really did something like that to you, you should cut it with a knife. Ho! Isn''t it a knife and sword around your waist?"


    "Kill for this?!"


    Che Chen was shocked by Bao Hong''s statement. He stared at Bao Hong because it was against the educational philosophy he had been receiving.


    "And after all, it''s for the overall situation," chuchen whispered. Old lord Stanislaw pototsky''s words of loyalty and patriotism reappeared in his ears.


    "The overall situation? What does that have to do with you?" Bao Hong asked decisively, "the dead have no overall situation or small situation."


    Then he pulled out his saber and straightened his arm in the direction of the sun.


    "In those days, if I was for the sake of the overall situation, I should have stood on the side of the poles, led my registered Cossacks when hemelinitsky raised his case, and called on all Ukrainian Cossacks to fight old Hemei and my brothers; horses trampled on zaporoze people and trampled them to pieces. Maybe Ukraine is not what it is today. That''s enough for the overall situation , but you know what I would get if I did? Betrayal! Even the gallows! You know, I love Princess Helena. In order to get her, I regarded her cousins as my brothers and her aunt as my mother, but in the eyes of those people, I was just a dog! Who was it when the Tatars took her brother Vasili Break into Crimea? Who saved him? It''s me! I love them and listen to them like a slave. I thought I was sincere and open. I could marry Helena for my meritorious service. I even attached to an aristocrat just because he could take me as his adopted son, let me enjoy his family coat of arms, become an aristocrat and deserve the noble pedigree of their family. But he What about you? They betrayed me. In order to cling to the colonel of a republic, they betrayed me like a slave, let me suffer and suffer... Let me go - well, I''ll go, but I have to bow to them first and repay the bread and salt I ate in their house in the way of Cossack. I killed all of them, and then Standing bloody in front of Helena. "


    This is the first time that Chechen has heard Bao Hong talk about his gratitude and resentment with Princess Helena''s family. At this time, he didn''t know how to answer. For a long time, Che Chen asked, "what happened later?"


    "Later?" Bao Hong looked at the dazzling sun and his face was close to myth.


    "Then I almost got her, but I let her escape."


    Speaking of this, Bao Hong shook his head.


    "But that''s not what I''m going to say. Chechen, you should remember that when someone tells you what the overall situation and the collective are for, you should pull out your knife and ask him, ''why don''t you make sacrifices and why don''t you die''."


    "Do you want to do this?" Chechen kept thinking about Bao Hong''s "crooked reason" and murmured.


    "Of course! The old man Stanislaw pototsky is old. If he really has the spirit of sacrifice, he should stand up and replace the dead ghost in the tomb. But has he done so? No, he is afraid and retreated, so he is not as patriotic as he said."


    Bao Hong is eloquent. Although what he said is unreasonable, and Stanislaw pototsky did not replace konitsky, it is not because he is afraid of death, but because the boss shoulders a greater responsibility and he can''t die.


    But because Bao Hong is one of the most trusted people in Chechen, and at this time, there is no one around Chechen who can be called his life mentor to guide and persuade him. These words make unprecedented sense in Chechen''s ears.


    At this time, Chechen''s heart began to turn upside down.


    "Yes, yes," he thought, "if the overall situation is really so important, why don''t they sacrifice a little?"


    "Why doesn''t the Republic sacrifice a little? As long as we give the Cossacks a little privilege, we will be devastated for them; why don''t the great nobles sacrifice a little, as long as they treat the Ukrainians as human beings, will the uprising burn so vigorously? And Jan skzedusky, why doesn''t he sacrifice a little? If he gives Helena to me, then my 3000 knives will die It''s the Polish''s 3000 knives. But they don''t want to sacrifice. They all want others to sacrifice. So Chechen, don''t believe this. "Bao Hong continued to instill his ideas into Chechen.


    Chechen''s eyes are clearer than ever. He kept Bao Hong''s words firmly in mind.


    "Yes, brother Bao Hong, if others don''t want to sacrifice, why only I sacrifice." Chechen said.