The moon was in the sky, and Che Chen, who woke up from a coma, got up from the pile of corpses.

"Uncle, uncle!"

"Fatima, Fatima!"

“……”

He shouted the names of all his relatives and companions, but no one answered him.

Eager, Che Chen fiddled with the body. In the moonlight, he recognized whether there were his relatives and companions inside one by one.

Each corpse represents the departure of a young life. These people are still alive in the morning, but now their bodies are slowly decaying, and their souls have already flown to heaven.

After searching for ten or twenty in a row, Chechen didn\'t find the person he wanted to find.

"Uncle Pedro! Fatima!" Chechen shouted up to the sky.

Although not finding the body means that uncle Pedro and they are still alive, at this time, Cherchen has not had such an optimistic imagination - in today\'s battle, he saw more than once that the soldiers on both sides of the enemy were hit by shells and bombs, which disappeared.

Fortunately, the cry was finally answered.

"Stop yelling. We\'re here."

Chechen recognized that it was Uncle Pedro\'s voice.

He ran to the sound and saw Uncle Pedro leaning against the bottom of a wall.

If you don\'t look carefully, Chechen really can\'t recognize his uncle. At this time, Pedro\'s face was like black charcoal, full of smoke, and his hair was full of scorched marks; The breastplate on his body was broken in countless ways, as straight as a piece of scrap iron. His habitual hand and half sword were full of gaps left by the swing of the sword.

Around Pedro, father sparsokukotsky, bakhte and yelisi are also like ghosts. Their bodies were also covered with wounds. Although they were bandaged, the blood still exuded the bandage.

Che Chen didn\'t care about himself. He comforted each companion one by one. When he came to the last father spasokukotsky, Chechen suddenly woke up.

There was no Fatima among the people and no wife of her own.

"Uncle, where\'s Fatima?" Chechen asked anxiously.

Without waiting for Pedro to speak, Chechen asked father sparsokukotsky impatiently.

"Father, where is Fatima?! have you seen Fatima?"

"I\'m here."

At this time, Fatima\'s voice came from behind Chechen.

Chechen turned his head, but saw Fatima standing behind him with the injured Xie Miao.

Fatima was the least injured compared with others. This also benefited from her special training and Assassin\'s instinct.

Che Chen rushed forward and hugged Fatima in his arms.

"I\'m looking for you, looking for you," said Chechen.

"Me too."

Fatima lay on Chechen\'s chest like a child snuggling with a loving mother.

After the battle, she has been looking for her husband. It was during this process that Pedro, yelisi and father sparsokukotsky were found by Fatima and helped to the corner to rest.

On the night of June, the prairie wind is warm and warm, and a bright moon shines silver. Chechen and Fatima snuggled and snuggled.

Pedro looked at the couple with a silly smile on his face.

Yelishei grinned. He said to father sparsokukotsky: "father, if we can go back safely from here, you must preside over the wedding for me."

Father sparsokukotsky looked at yelishei and saw that his eyes looked at Cherchen and Fatima with love, as if looking at his lover. He knew that the Russian youth was also in love.

"It\'s a deal."

"It\'s a deal."

As the soldiers gradually recovered their strength, more and more people stood up in konotop fort. They began to consciously clean up the bodies of their companions and repair the bunker with wood and stones.

Among the officers, except for the death of company commander hwadeki and the serious injury of Jamie Popovich, who are being rescued, others have gathered in the corner one after another, except Viscount Hesse.

"The Viscount is gone? Have you all looked for it?" Chechen asked a Cossack named Ma Mai.

The Cossack is in his twenties. He is a member of Jamie Popovich company. Ma maimei has clear eyes and is brave in battle. After Jamie Popovich was seriously injured, he replaced Jamie Popovich as the company commander of the company.

Ma Mai shook his head: "we\'ve looked for everything we should look for, but we just don\'t see the viscount. Captain of the regiment, someone saw Viscount Hesse dressed up as a Cossack out of the city. I\'m afraid he was..."

Ma Mai didn\'t say anything later, but it obviously meant that Viscount Hesse had surrendered to the enemy or surrendered.

Chechen pressed his temple in distress.

There was no worse situation than Viscount Hesse\'s surrender to the enemy.

"You go down first." Chechen waved his hand.

After Ma Mai left, Cherchen sat alone on the bench of the Eastern Orthodox Church in konotopu castle.

A man\'s voice came from outside the church. Cossacks and some mercenaries who regarded booty as more important than life were stripping the clothes from the dead. The small oil lamps in their hands glittered like fireflies on the battlefield. A man was humming a sweet song, and its meaning was quite inconsistent with what he was doing at the moment:

"I don\'t care about silver,

And don\'t take gold to heart,

Not greedy for flocks of cattle and sheep——

Even if you fall under the crooked fence and die,

Even if hunger kills me,

As long as I can be by your side! "

But after a period of time, the activity began to decrease gradually and finally stopped completely. The silence of the four sides was broken only by the command of the sentry on the wall.

On such a quiet, sunny and warm night, Chechen\'s heart is depressed. Because he had to admit painfully - I\'m afraid he couldn\'t hold on until vikovsky led the army.

The war reports counted by fedott were successively given to Cherchen. There were only 1200 defenders in the whole konotopu fort, which was still slightly injured.

To make matters worse, there was a serious shortage of arms in the castle. On average, each Musketeer can only be allocated 50 rounds of bullets and corresponding gunpowder; All guns except one three pound gun were blasted or damaged.

"Only one more attack of the enemy can be blocked." this is the judgment made by Chechen.

After that, konotopu and his fate can only be judged by God.

What about surrender? Chechen didn\'t think about it. But the Russian cruelty and Cherchen\'s professional ethics categorically rejected his idea. Perhaps surrender can save some lives - at least, for Russians like yelishei, fedot and shemiao, Prince Alexei should look on the Internet for the sake of his compatriots, and like himself, Prince Alexei may spare his life because he appreciates himself. But most people, Cossacks and Russians, will certainly not be merciful to them. These people trust themselves and guard konotop with themselves. How can they have the heart to trade their name for their livelihood?

While Che Chen desperately accepted the result, a cloak was draped over his shoulder.

"Fatima." Chechen held the hand of the comer.

"Have a rest, Chechen." Fatima comforted Chechen.

"Fatima!" said Chechen, "listen to me, Fatima!"

"What do you want to say? Dear Chechen!"

"To tell you the truth, we both feel very happy together, but I often think that if one of us dies unfortunately, the other will die of grief."

Fatima suddenly realized that Cherchen was saying goodbye to herself. Her face turned gray at once.

Fatima crossed her hands and prayed. She said, "Cherchen, please don\'t say that. Be kind to yourself and me!"

At this time, Che Chen laughed.

"I\'m a shy person, so I think it\'s better for you to pay tribute to me than let me cry for your death. I know your ability. Although the Russians outside the city are well defended, you can even come and go freely to the Ottoman Turkish Sultan\'s palace and leave konotopu Fort safely."

But Fatima was trembling with tears and said, "I don\'t want to listen to this, I don\'t want, I don\'t want!"

Chechen held Fatima\'s hand tighter.

"No, Fatima. Listen. If we were all alone, I\'d like you to live and die with me. But we have children. She is the continuation of our blood. Can you bear to lose her father and mother at the same time?"

"No... no"

"So you have to live, both for me and for Anna."

Chechen dressed neatly in the church before the sun came out. He looked lovingly at Fatima and said, "remember, Fatima, live for our children!"

With that, Chechen looked at the sky.

"It\'s nothing," he muttered to himself.