Sofia saw these two men. One was dark-skinned and handsome, and the other was strong and agile.
Both men held a sword in their hands, and they were attacking back and forth. Sweat broke out on their foreheads.
I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I'll get poked in the hole.
Sofia had never seen a duel between men, and she couldn't help but be frightened for a while.
Peter frowned as he watched.
The promised duel is now just playing house?
Which duel uses swords instead of guns?
Peter called Matrona to ask, and Matrona said it was Sergei who suggested it.
Peter could not help but secretly call Chernyshov a fool.
Are you still waiting for Sergey to recover after being injured with a sword?
He's going to kill this son of a bitch with a gun!
He whispered something to Matryona, who nodded.
Then Peter coughed dryly, pulled out the flintlock gun from Mirkovsky's waist, and pulled the trigger into the air.
Under the action of the spring, the flint hit the edge of the fire door heavily, causing sparks to ignite the gunpowder.
Accompanied by the bang of a gunshot, a sheep dung egg shot out into the sky in a puff of smoke.
The sound of the gunshot startled the two people who were dueling. They both stopped for a moment and looked here.
Because Peter did not show up with his aunt at the last masquerade, so Sergey did not recognize him, and Matrona ran forward to introduce Peter's identity.
Sergey saw Peter surrounded by guards. Those guards were all wearing red and white palace clothes. He thought he had a lot of background.
After listening to Matryona's introduction, I immediately put down my weapon and felt very happy.
Seeing that he was about to be defeated, either dead or injured, he didn't expect that the Crown Prince would come here for some reason.
I just took the opportunity of the crown prince to stop the duel.
Then Sergey stepped forward and saluted Peter, then looked up and saw Sofia standing next to Peter, and was stunned.
I have never seen such a touching woman.
Although he was still sweating profusely, his eyes were filled with surprise and a hint of desire.
Peter saw this and couldn't help but sneered. He ignored him and looked at Chernyshev, who was walking towards him, with an unkind look.
After a while, he turned to Matryona and said:
"Madam, our duel in Russia is not like this. Since you are all my Russian subjects, of course you must duel in the Russian way. Your Excellency, do you think so?"
The second half of the sentence was directed at Chernyshev.
Under His Highness' dangerous gaze, Chernyshev suddenly realized.
He now admitted that he had underestimated Sergey before, and he couldn't help but become nervous when His Highness proposed this method of dueling.
In this case, one of them is destined to die!
Bullets don't have eyes, what if he is the one who dies?
Before he could say anything, Sergey was taken aback.
It was okay to use a sword just now, but wouldn't it be more dangerous to use a gun? He quickly said:
"Your Highness, I recognize..."
Peter did not look at him and said to Matryona:
"Madam, two warriors duel for you, what do you think?"
Matryona cried:
"Your Highness, if my husband dies because of this, I will definitely be in pain, ugh..."
Sergey almost fainted and almost cursed.
He wants to admit defeat, what kind of trouble is this woman causing!
Did Matryona get kicked in the head by a donkey?
He said again:
"Your Highness, I..."
Peter suddenly raised his voice:
"There is no room for retreat in a duel between men. Those who admit defeat will die!"
In an instant, the guards all raised their flintlocks and pointed them at Sergei. The scene was almost suffocating.
Sergey couldn't help but feel weak all over.
He couldn't stop breaking out in cold sweat, his lips were trembling, but he couldn't say a word.
Peter said to Mirkovsky:
"You provide them with weapons and load them with ammunition."
"yes!"
Not far away is a more open river, which is not frozen at this time and the water is flowing rapidly.
A table had been set up where the duel had been, and Mirkovsky ordered it to be carried to the river.
Then he took out two flintlock muskets.
In the eyes of Sergey and Chernyshev, the process of loading seemed extremely long, and both of them could not help but tremble.
But compared to Chernyshev, Sergey was shaking more.
He couldn't help but tremble, and his nostrils were flaring due to his uncontrollable rapid breathing, and the white air from his breath came out in this cold weather.
"boom--"
"boom--"
After testing the gun, Mirkovsky asked Sergei and Chernyshov to choose.
Both guns are the same and are used by palace guards, so there will be no problem.
Chernyshev could no longer maintain complete composure, and he tried hard not to tremble.
Sergei panted and looked here almost pleadingly. Peter held Sofia in his arms and softly comforted her nervousness without looking at him.
Sophia is a sweet bird.
Pleading to no avail, Sergey had no choice but to step aside with his gun.
Seeing the two of them standing face to face at a distance, Peter couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.
According to Russian dueling rules, the two parties in the duel look at each other 40 steps apart, and then shoot at each other at the same time. The interval between the first shot and the second shot is not less than one minute, until the opponent dies.
Peter said to Matrona:
"Madam, let us pray for your husband."
As he spoke, he made the sign of the cross.
And Sofia also prayed, and then asked Peter to give Matrona a hug with sympathy.
Then Sofia turned away, not daring to look.
Matryona glanced at Peter and couldn't help but make the sign of the cross in his thoughtful gaze, but this cross was extremely erotic.
Neither Sophia, who turned away, nor the guards who were waiting to protect His Highness noticed it.
A breeze blew by, causing ripples in the river.
The two men by the river were standing by the river.
The scene is picturesque.
Chernyshov's chest heaved. Through the sword fight, he had determined that although Sergei often messed with women, he was not a pustule.
If Sergey had a character like his own and was eager to make achievements, I'm afraid I wouldn't be his match yet.
What's more, now it's a gun!
Beads of sweat also appeared on the wings of Chernyshev's nose.
As for Sergey, his body gradually stopped shaking, but his teeth were still ringing.
There was fear in his eyes, and then he suddenly calmed down completely for some unknown reason.
The air is quiet...
No birds, no insects...
The guards also held their breath and concentrated.
The hands holding the guns of both men were drooping, forming an angle of 45 degrees with the ground.