In the training room of the city hall of Pskov, Yakov cherkaski was bareheaded and waving a huge shooting army axe.
I saw that others needed both hands to wave the huge axe in Yakov''s hand, which was as light as nothing, and made various stabbing and sweeping movements.
Yakov''s hand was waving his axe, and his steps kept moving forward. In front of him stood a human shaped stake.
When the stake entered the attack range of the long axe, Yakov suddenly raised his axe. With a loud cry, the axe fell like lightning and cut one arm of the humanoid stake into two sections.
Before the long axe was castrated, its blade was cut into the wooden floor and firmly stuck inside.
Yakov loosened the handle of the axe.
After a long period of vigorous exercise, he was panting. He was sweating like a bear mastiff. From a distance, he looked like an oil wiped all over.
When a young man saw that the general had stopped moving, he hurried to Yakov with a towel.
Yakov took a towel and wiped the sweat from his face. He came to a bench and sat down, his whole body constantly emitting heat.
Yakov, who has been diligent in practicing martial arts in recent months, is very glad of his progress, because he is now alone, and even the Mikhail Tsar who once favored him has given up himself.
It is said that the Czar gave up the slander that he was the two defeated generals Nikita otyevsky and Prince Yuri boriaginsky. They betrayed themselves and stood on the side of their enemies because of the little favor they received from Cherchen in Crimea. Blinded by the two, his majesty refused to revoke the order of Prince Alexei to duel with aleval Chechen.
Speaking of the name Chechen, Yakov would have no impression if yelisi hadn''t mentioned the mercenary regiment in Smolensk. He killed so many people in his life. If he had to remember his name, how could he remember it.
Yakov was impressed by kosmolensk''s mercenary regiment against himself. Because they were killed by themselves after the war, they even missed the net, and killed their confidant Gregory. Now, the murderer is coming to avenge himself.
"Come on, just come on!"
Yakov cherkaski shouted without warning. His move frightened the boys around. But no one dared to move, even frown.
In recent days, I don''t know how many attendants and training companions have died under Yakov''s hands.
The door of the practice room was opened.
Prince Alexei came in. The prince is wearing a round cap made of velvet and sable and a red robe today. Behind him were two attendants dressed in French clothes and holding halberds.
Yakov still remembered the last time Prince Alexei came to see him:
On that occasion, the prince also wore today''s high top round hat sewn with velvet and sable, a red robe and a cloak. Behind him were two attendants wearing French attendants and holding halberds.
That time, seeing Prince Alexei come in, Yakov didn''t say anything, as if the prince didn''t exist.
He hated the prince because he "sold" him to his enemies.
"You, and you come here. You two go together." Yakov pointed to the two companions and asked them to contact with themselves.
But the two men looked at Yakov and Prince Alexei and stood there in embarrassment, neither moving nor not moving.
Prince Alexei took off his cloak and his robe. He came to the weapon rack, put on a pair of deerskin gloves with both hands, then picked up a saber and danced a knife flower.
"I''ll practice with you," said Prince Alexei.
"Alexei, you should be careful. I won''t be merciful." Yakov said with a ferocious smile.
Prince Alexei''s eyes shone - he knew what Yakov said was true - and he would never show mercy on himself.
Yakov also took a saber. He held the saber high above his head, with the blade facing up and the blade over his head.
"Ho!" Yakov roared, and his wrist "bounced" the saber out like a tight spring.
Prince Alexei raised his sword to block, and the two sabres intersected, emitting a spark.
Yakov''s arm muscles were tight. He kept pushing his saber towards Prince Alexei''s neck.
The prince tried his best to resist.
But that''s it. Alexei still had the heart to talk to Yakov.
"Yes, your sword technique and strength have improved. I thought you were good for nothing except riding."
Yakov was very angry at the speech. He wanted to add more strength, but Prince Alexei suddenly pushed Yakov out three steps while Yakov was angry.
"I heard that you sent troops to the surrounding villages with the portrait of yelishei, and ordered them to kill yelishei and Chechen once they met. The other party is just a child under the age of 20, so you have no confidence in yourself?" Prince Alexei said as he revolved around Yakov.
Yakov let out a wild animal roar, and he rushed up again.
"This is my business!" Yakov roared with gnashing teeth.
Because of his restlessness, his knife skills are a little scattered.
Prince Alexei avoided the enemy''s edge. He retreated and said, "it''s not your business alone, because it''s about the reputation of Czar Russia and my reputation. Since I want you to compete with that Chechen, you should defeat him openly, not by such despicable means."
With a "Ding", the prince blocked Yakov''s blade to one side. The prince kicked Yakov on the inside of his knee and made him kneel on one leg.
"Obviously, you can win by aboveboard means, but you like to use intrigues and villains. More insidious tricks are used, and you almost forget how to kill with a knife." Prince Alexei continued to ask Yakov coldly.
"Ah!"
Yakov jumped to his feet and waved a knife in the prince''s face.
Prince Alexei escaped easily.
At the same time, the prince stretched out his hand with the knife and put the knife against Yakov''s chest.
"I have called back all the people you sent. When that aleval Chechen comes to Pskov, I want you to duel him squarely."
Speaking of this, the prince''s eyes shot another light: "moreover, you must win."