"My side, your side! You fork him with an iron fork first, and I'll give him the final blow!" ”

The little leader pointed his spear in front of his right, and Peter noticed that this man was a left-hander, and if he had used his knife to block the fork first, he would have been pierced by this man's spear...

"Nima! If you have the ability, you two will go up together! What kind of hero is two people fighting one! Yes? ”

"Hahaha! Isn't this kid stupid? ”

The big man with the fork smiled at the little leader.

"Haha, it's not! Hurry up! ”

"Okay! Hey—"

Whew-

The iron fork slashed at Peter's head with the sound of the wind.

For!

The tip of the fork was too hard to poke directly into the trunk a few inches deep.

"Stupid! What the hell are you doing? ”

The little boss yelled angrily.

"It's not my fault! He shrank his head and hid behind a tree, what can I do! ”

"Stupid! Pull out the fork! ”

Scold!

As the man struggled to pull out his fork, Peter sprang out from behind the tree and slashed the handle of the fork.

"Oops..."

The big man was stunned for a moment with half of the wooden handle.

"Nima, you idiot! Hit him! ”

Seeing that his spear was also dodged by Peter with the help of a tree, the little leader cursed at his companion again.

"Oh oh, look at me, hey!"

"Ouch-"

The big man was enraged, and picked up the wooden handle to be a throwing stick, and Peter wanted to go forward and stab, but it happened to hit the opponent's attack line and was too late to dodge, and his left arm was marked with blood.

"Come again!"

The small boss commands from the side.

"Why, let's dream of your grandmother!"

Peter swung his hand at the pain, and the long knife slashed from the bottom between the thighs of the forked man.

"Wow - I'm going to kill you..."

Peter turned around and slashed down again with his sword, and red liquid gushed out from the big man's neck.

"Drink—"

It's really bloody!

Peter yelled, as if he was venting something.

Boom!

Coldly, the little leader with the spear actually changed the movement of his hand, turning the poke into a slash, and when Peter slashed the big man with the fork, he suddenly hit Peter's right arm, and the long knife in his hand suddenly flew out of his hand.

"Hey, hey, stinky boy, there's no trick now!"

The little leader raised his spear in front of him and smiled sarcastically at Peter, who had fallen to the ground.

"Come on, you've got the ability... Competent..."

Peter crawled all over the ground trying to reach the knife, but was blocked by the spear each time.

"Hey, hey, my lord, it's better to save your strength and suffer death with peace of mind!"

"You... Who are you? How dare you attack... Raiding the nobility? ”

Peter ran out of tricks and found a big tree to lean onto.

"We? Can't you see it, my lord? We are a group of serfs who are dispensable in the eyes of your nobles and adults, and they dare not have any complaints! Oh, your lord is that kind of big aristocrat, right? I've never been to the countryside and live in a more noble aristocrat protected by a fortified castle, right? Haha, hahahahahahaha ”

"Hey, hey, hey, you wait! Wait a minute... I give you my gold watch, please spare me! ”

Peter shuddered when he heard the man's words, and a chill swept through his body.

"Huh, gold watch? Kill you and everything on you is mine, hehehehehe"

Burst!

A spear struck the trunk of the tree, and Peter managed to dodge it in a thrilling way.

Boom!

But the little leader had already sensed the limitations of Peter's routine, and took advantage of his tall and mighty stature to charge over and follow Peter's escape route with a fierce kick, and Peter flew out when he saw it.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."

Before he could block it with his arms, Peter lay on his back on the ground.

He tried to sit up on his side with his arms propped up, but his chest hurt sharply, his lungs couldn't breathe, and he kept coughing.

Bang!

Ahh

The little leader swung another spear and knocked Peter to the ground.

cough cough cough - uh - uh -

Peter's last strength was exhausted, and he lay on the ground in large shapes, his eyes blurred and ready to die.

"Hey, hey, my lord, you're about to see God, hurry up and pray, hey, hey, hey!"

The little leader was standing with his legs on either side of Peter's lower abdomen, carrying a spear to poke into his chest.

Wow - 噫 -

A strange cry that didn't look like a human sounded from the nearby bushes.

"Huh? What is it? ”

The little leader was startled and hurriedly searched in the direction of the sound.

Hey –

Oh yo yo yo...

Seeing this great opportunity, of course, Peter would not let it go, and when he raised his leg, he kicked it in the crotch, and the little leader knelt on the ground on the spot.

Poof!

Grabbing the spear from the little leader's hand, Peter no longer hesitated, but immediately stabbed him in the chest...

Whew-Whew-Whew-Whew-Whe

Dropping his spear, Peter sat down on his knees, and at the moment he didn't want to exert any more strength except to gasp.

"Hey! There he is! Shoot! ”

Bang! Bang bang! Bang!

Wow-oo

Ahh

Wow –

Uh-

Help me! Don't, don't bite me! Ahh

Oooo

A fierce fight nearby didn't interest Peter, and he just sat motionless on his knees, finally calming down.

...

Bang!

I don't know how long it took for a gunshot to wake Peter.

"Who? Who? Who's over there? ”

He only felt sore all over his body, and it was difficult to breathe, as if the ribs in his back had been broken, and he was a little out of breath, but he still struggled to get up.

"Huh? It's..."

I saw a man in red, about thirty years old, holding a long knife in one hand, dressed like a member of the Praetorian Guards.

"Is it His Highness Peter? You okay? Can you move? ”

The janissary ran over with a knife in hand to check on Peter.

"Who are you? And what about Mirkovsky and Larshev? ”

Larshev was the captain of the Praetorian Guard for this escort.

"They're all over there, are you okay? Looks like it's injured, right? Can you still walk? ”

"I'm fine... What's the matter, you're the only one? What about the others? ”

"It's all over there, I'll help you up, let's go over and meet"

"Okay, okay, thank you"

"You're welcome"

The red-clad janissary seemed to have experienced a hard battle, his wide red tunic was torn, and his white shirt was covered in dirt and red marks.

"That's... Do you know who the other party is? ”

Peter stood up with the man's support, but his legs were still shaking, and it seemed that he could only walk with his support.

"It seems that they are all serfs, it may be that there was a riot in the nearby farm, and the serfs came out en masse to plunder the nobles, and this kind of thing often happened in the past."

"Huh? Are you sure? And this kind of thing? I've never heard of it."

"Oh... Let's join up with the others first."

"Well, good..."

Woo - woo -

"Hey! So, what's that sound? Sounds scary... Is it a wolf? ”

"I'm afraid yes, this forest is too big, anything can be there, it's going to be dark soon, let's leave quickly"

Woo - woo -

"Hey, that sounds scary... I felt like I was in the bushes in front of me... You, go over and take a look..."

"Or... Why don't we go from that side? ”

The Praetorian pointed in the other direction.

"No! I—I'm afraid... You, you, you go and see... Come and check it out! Or it will keep chasing me..."

"This..."

"I command you! Don't you have a knife? If it were a wolf, you wouldn't know how to cut with a knife? ”

“... Alright then, you wait here for a minute."

The red-clothed guard frowned, so he had to put Peter down next to a large tree, and then walked slowly over with a knife.

Woo - woo -

"Look, it's still screaming!"

"Please wait a minute, I'll get it done..."

"Well, then you're..."

Peter then pulled something out of his boots and fixed his eyes on the guard.

"Then you can go in peace! Hey—"

I saw him flutter, and he rushed behind the red-clothed guard, and a cold light appeared in his hand, and a sharp dagger slashed through the left waist of the guard, and I don't know if it hurt his flesh or not.

"Humph! Got out of the way! ”

Peter quickly got up, rushed down and clenched the dagger in a chisel pattern, looking like he was ready to fight.

"Ahh Huh"

The red-clad guard turned around and grinned as he slowly raised his long knife in his hand.

"Looks like you didn't want to figure out how I saw through you!"

Peter half-crouched, half-step, half-step, and stepped back.

"Yes, this is the end of the matter, and I have to grieve you, Peter. Fedorovich"

"Who the hell are you? You can't be a serf! Serfs don't know how to use guns, and they don't behave so decently! Surely you have been in the army, are you a low-ranking officer? ”

"Your Highness, don't make senseless resistance, right? I'm still quite confident in my swordsmanship, and this short sword in His Highness's hand can't hurt me at all."

This guy also seems to be a powerful character, otherwise he wouldn't have sneaked in disguise in the chaos of the war.

"Well, but you're just a small character, and the guy who actually directs behind the scenes won't show up in person, and you're probably going to hell when this time is over, right?"

"My affairs, don't worry too much about Your Highness, you better think about how you should die first"

"I... Mirkovsky! Baron Mirkovsky! Where's your death for an idiot? ”

In desperation, Peter tore his throat and shouted.

"Don't worry, it's all our people around, it's useless for you to cut your throat, hehe"

The man was not in a hurry to attack, but began to circle around Peter at a constant speed, like a wolf looking for an opportunity to deliver the fatal blow.

"You're very powerful, experienced, you should have a lot of experience in killing"

Peter followed the man's cadence and began to move in place, ready to defend against the opposition's thrusts.

"But you haven't fought in the last seven years, and if you're Russian, you've probably fought in the war with the Ottomans 10 years ago... Could it be that your ideal is peace with the Ottomans? ”

"Hehe, Your Highness's imagination is really rich, but unfortunately, it didn't get to the point at all"

"Oh, well, then I'll think again... Well, that's the 'top hat' war with Sweden, right? Hey, if I hadn't been taken to Russia, I would have been the king of Sweden, and your hatred of the Swedes has nothing to do with me, so why do you have to hurt me, right? ”

The Bowler War actually refers to the Russo-Swedish War between 1741 and 1743, which was waged by King Frederick I, the representative of the Swedish 'Bowler Hats' aristocracy, to recover St. Petersburg and other coastal areas of the Gulf of Finland. As a result of the war, Swedish Finland was occupied and Sweden was forced to surrender.

"Whoa—"

There was a sharp snort of gas.

"Right, right? Even if you want revenge, you should go to my aunt, you can't come at me, right? ”

"Hehe, Your Highness's words are too much, I'll send you to God"

“... Oops, hey, I said! You know that I've spent so much time talking and my mouth is almost dry, okay? Why are you so stubborn that you have to trouble me, don't you? Why don't you break up in two at once, so you can get together and scatter? I have a gold watch in my arms, and I will give it to you as a souvenir, so that you can also have an explanation when you go back..."

"Hey—"

As he spoke, the man slashed at him, causing Peter to reflexively raise his dagger.

Ding——

The dagger bounced out.

“... Nima! ”

Peter threw himself and sat down on the ground, his legs rubbing back and forth and back.

"Ahh

Seeing that he was about to say goodbye to this crossing, Peter began to cry in a hurry.

"Hehe, I thought His Highness had been replaced, but it turned out that he was still so cowardly, haha!"

The man in red forced Peter to retreat in front of the tree, and then decisively raised his knife and slashed down.

Whew-

A huge black figure rushed out from behind the man in red, and before he could react, he waved his big hand to the pawed bear rake.

Uh-

The man in red rolled on the ground seven or eight times before stopping.

"Ahem, ahem... Damn it... It's not even dead... Ahem"

The man in red barely straightened up, and saw that the knife in his hand was gone, and he was seriously injured, so he had to evacuate first.

"Well done, Misha!"

Peter sat under the tree and gave a thumbs up to the big black bear.

Oooo

Plopped, the big black bear also seemed to be extremely injured, lying on the ground and not moving.

"Hey! Mischa! Hey—Misha—"

Bang!

Not far away, another shot was fired, and Peter quickly rolled over to the big black bear, hiding his body with the help of the huge mass of flesh.

"Peter—is it you, Peter?"

It was Mirkovsky's voice.

"Nikolai?"

"Your Highness, are you alright? Fast! He's over there! ”

Mirkovsky hurriedly called for manpower.

"Wait! Wait a minute! ”

Peter suddenly thought of a question and quickly shouted.

"Baron Mirkovsky! Which side are you on now? ”

"Your Highness! It's me—it's me Mirkovsky! I'm here to save you! Captain Larshev is here too! ”

"Your Highness - I'm Larshev! Are you okay? ”

"Well... I'm over here! ”

Hearing a few familiar voices, Peter let his guard down, but he still held the knife that the man in red had dropped.