"Oh, Lord, lead us forward.

Your poor servants!

From the heavy shackles,

From the integrity of the aristocrats,

Come to the bright morning light,

Come to a quiet and fertile place,

Come to the blissful pure land on earth,

Come to this world.

O Lord, hear our prayers——

Please listen to the prayers of our helpless,

Please listen to the prayers of our poor helpless. "

"Enough, Blair. Stop singing."

Blair\'s playing and singing stopped suddenly in Oleg\'s roar. The end of the performance is not because of Oleg, but the song is over.

Blair looked up at Oleg, a bear strong man with a swollen red chin and a wound on his arm.

"Who made you like this?" Blair asked.

"It\'s none of your business, Blair. I said I wouldn\'t help you. Why don\'t you go yet." Oleg took a bottle on the table and poured it down, whether it\'s water or wine.

"I stayed here because someone wanted to see you," Blair replied.

"Who is it?"

"It\'s me." a man in a cloak came out of the shadow and lifted his cloak.

"Bao Hong!" Oleg exclaimed. He did not expect that the Cossack commander as famous as Bogdan hemelinitsky had entered the city of Smolensk.

Instinctively, Oleg pulled out half the saber from his waist.

"My brother, I came to drink with you." Bao Hong couldn\'t help laughing when he saw Oleg facing such a great enemy.

"If you really want to catch me, you should not draw a knife at this time, but shoot at the roof to let the whole Smolensk know I\'m coming."

"Oleg, close the knife. Cossacks don\'t beat Cossacks." Blair also advised.

Oleg glanced at Bao Hong and Blair. Finally, he put the knife back in and sat down on the chair.

"I won\'t betray my father."

Oleg repeated it again. Oleg has said this to Blair many times in the past few days.

Since the two Cossack company captains decided to seize Smolensk before Czarist Russia, Blair was sent into the city to contact possible traitors. He found Oleg. Unexpectedly, although Oleg didn\'t betray himself, he was not interested in defecting.

"I know, I know. Old commander Oleg tattarchuk is also a Cossack I respect very much, but now he has gone astray and helped the poles beat us Cossacks. No Cossack with a conscience will agree to do so. As his son, you should stand up and correct this mistake." Blair said painstakingly. He and Oleg fought in a trench and ate with a horse spoon, so he always hoped that Oleg could stand on the side of zaporoze Cossacks and help Baohong capture Smolensk.

But whatever Blair said, Oleg still shook his head.

"How much did the poles give you? Oleg." Bao Hong, who had not spoken just now, suddenly said.

"What are you talking about?" Oleg was furious when he heard that Bao Hong said he was helping the poles for money and status. No one can insult himself like this, even the famous Bao Hong.

"Bao Hong," Blair also whispered to Bao Hong. Obviously, he also thought Bao Hong\'s words were too much.

But Bao Hong turned a deaf ear to Blair\'s reminder. He continued, "how much did the poles give you? How about I give you double."

"Bao Hong, take your words back." Oleg stared at Bao Hong like a belligerent bull.

"Why? When it comes to your heart. What love for your father, are you really so noble? Who is your mother? Ukraine. Now your mother is bleeding because someone has put a nail in her body." Bao Hong pointed to the direction of the castle and continued: "And your Cossack brothers, they will fight with their brothers and sisters under your command. Cossacks fight Cossacks, which is what those noble lords want to see most. And how can they thank you for helping them realize their wishes? I think they should change your saber for a gold handle."

As soon as Bao Hong came up, he made a mockery of Oleg. It seemed that he was in his own camp. He was not worried that the angry Oleg would call someone to catch him.

The atmosphere in the house was as quiet as before the storm. Bao Hong and Oleg looked at each other like this. It was a contest of will and a battle of affection between "mother" and "father".

Oleg\'s heart is not as tough as he shows. In fact, Blair\'s persuasion has made waves in his heart.

Yes, let\'s see how the so-called Polish nobles ruined this land and people - the nobles and their Jewish rent collectors beat the bone and marrow to squeeze the Ukrainian farmers. After a year\'s work, every grain has been paid the land rent, and they still owe the nobles money; and the Cossacks themselves have been sent to the most dangerous places every time they fight, and their wages and salaries are low The reward is the least. In the eyes of the nobility, Cossacks are cannon fodder.

Now, Bao Hong\'s sarcasm has aroused Oleg\'s rebellious psychology. He wants to prove that he is also a Cossack. Without betraying my father.

Finally, in this contest, Oleg first weakened.

"I can\'t fight with you. You should attack from the east gate. I\'ll apply to my father to transfer the Cossack regiment to the other three gates," Oleg said. This is the biggest compromise or even help he can do.

"Not enough." Bao Hong shook his head and said.

"What do you want? I won\'t betray my father." Oleg didn\'t expect that Bao Hong was not satisfied with his compromise.

"Help us blow up the artillery positions," Bao Hong said.

This is the plan I made after exploring Smolensk these days. Throughout Smolensk, the greatest threat to the Cossacks attacking the city is the artillery position. Cossacks had no artillery that could compete with Poland. Once they attacked the city, their soldiers would fall under shells in batches.

"It\'s impossible!" Oleg said. "The artillery position is the most tightly defended place in Smolensk. It has always been guarded by mercenaries and urban defense groups. We Cossacks can\'t get in at all."

Of course, if Oleg could lead his Cossacks to revolt, it would not be hopeless to seize the artillery position. But in this way, he betrayed tartar Chuk, which Oleg would not do anyway.

"I just need your help to distract the guards of artillery positions. Blair and I will do the bombing," Bao Hong said.

"You two?" Oleg exclaimed. Although Oleg was called "little Bao Hong", he saw it today and felt that he was crazy. Even if he flattered his horse, he was not as good as the real Bao Hong. He wanted to rely on two people to carry the whole artillery position.

"Two people are enough," Bao Hong said confidently.