Chapter 434 Today is Sunday
@@@@@@Today is Sunday.
This is a beautiful morning. The roaring winter has gradually passed, and the bright sun is spreading down, reflecting the huge winter palace square with extra beauty.
On the front of the square, the statue of the Atlas giant god is lifelike. The Optimus god in Greek mythology was punished by Zeus and supported the sky with his shoulders.
But today, the Russian sky is about to collapse!
Drinks sneered, withdrew his eyes and turned back. He only saw countless workers in gray-blue overalls and their families gathering here. At the front of the crowd, Pastor Gabon was dressed in a priest's robe, and the cross on his chest shone faintly.
It's today!
Looking at the more and more people gathered behind him, Delins couldn't help but be excited. Over the years, with the help of his partners, he has successfully entered the core class by relying on the key figures who have repeatedly "rescued" the Bolsheviks to help them escape the pursuit of the Russian army.
The operation was originally scheduled for a few months ago, but under the persuasion of him and some people, Lenin and the Bolsheviks finally decided to postpone the launch until today.
Now it seems that it was worthwhile for him to take the risk of exposure and make suggestions at that time. The huge expeditionary fleet sent by Nicholas II turned into sand in a place called Sibilu Island in the Far East, and tens of thousands of soldiers sank into the sea. Although the Russian political axe was taken [***], it could not hide it, especially in Europe. At the moment when other countries in the continent were shocked by the news, Russia's domestic contradictions have reached a critical point!
And he was also appreciated by Lenin and the Bolsheviks for this suggestion.
Now, let this appreciation come more fiercely!
Dlins nodded to the Reverend Gabon, who immediately raised his arm. Under his leadership, 150,000 workers and their families poured out of every street surrounding St. Petersburg. People sang hymns, held statues and portraits of Nicholas II, and walked to the Winter Palace Square with crosses and national flags.
When the crowd suddenly appeared, the police in the streets and alleys all panicked, but their strength was too small to stop so many people, so they could only watch the workers walking forward in praise.
Delins also lowered his hat and followed the crowd to sing poetry, but the corners of his mouth were cruel.
Because he knew that these workers who were incited by the Bolsheviks, although they were only preparing to give a petition signed by a million people to Nicholas II, demanding higher treatment, requiring the political axe to implement an eight-hour working system, giving land to the people, implementing political freedom and establishing parliament, they had no idea. There really was going to be a riot, but they didn't know that His Majesty the Tsar didn't listen to anything at this time!
With more and more people crowded in front of the Winter Palace Square, the guards began to worry, but no one dared to rush to the palace to report, because His Majesty was in a very bad mood today, and he heard that he had not stopped roaring since the morning.
You can't report it if you don't report it!
After a long time, the court bodyguard first prepared the soldiers and ran inward.
The bodyguards are right. Today's Nicholas II is about to explode. In the luxurious hall, only his voice echoed. Angry, he even pulled out a short sword, and his eyes flashed with a faint green light.
The former minister, the minister of the interior, the minister of foreign affairs, the minister of the finance, the minister of the army, the minister of the navy, etc., all of them all looked at the cold sword with sweat on their foreheads and swallowed secretly.
The powerful Russian fleet failed!
More than 40 warships were sunk, and 16 warships were being paraded by the Chinese as toys, costing hundreds of millions of dollars to end Russia's sea expedition full of debt in such a way. It can be imagined that this arrogant Tsar who wanted to replace Britain all day long and labeled the world's seven seas with Russia. To what extent are you in the mood?
Although Britain is also uncomfortable at this time, and the largest Pacific sea power in the Seven Seas has actually fallen, at least they still have a Far East fleet there, which also controls Malacca and choked the Chinese. As long as they exert much more powerful shipbuilding capabilities than Xinhua, they will deploy more and more and more new battleships to Well, at least you can get the right to speak there.
But Russia has completely lost its sea power!
All the mouths of the Pacific Ocean have disappeared, and the Black Sea Fleet is blocked in the Dardanelles Strait. The originally most powerful Baltic Fleet can't even take out a capital ship. As for the two newly built Yevstafi-class battleships, they will not be in service until two years at the earliest.
This means that in the most important Baltic Sea, the flag of Saint-André will be suspended for two years, and the heart of Russia will be completely under the threat of naval guns!
What's more serious is that Russia has also suffered heavy losses on land. It not only lost nearly 400,000 troops, but was also washed across the Yenisei River by the other side. Now the Chinese army is constantly advancing west along the Siberian Railway. The middle [***] team in Tomsk has reached 80,000, and the western line has been fully reported. The police!
No one expected that in order to strengthen the control of the Far East and Siberia, nearly a million labor was used, and the costly railway artery would become a tool for the enemy's rapid march, which was simply a cocoon.
And Tomsk is too close to the West Siberian town of Petropavlovsk. More importantly, behind it is Yekaterinaburg, the heart of the Eurasian continent!
Now the domestic situation is complex, and there have been some small disturbances in various places. The war with the Chinese people has been fought for more than half a year. At this time, if the news of the fleet's failure is announced, God knows what will happen! You should know that there are tens of thousands of soldiers and tens of thousands of families will lose their loved ones. Will this cause a large-scale disturbance?
The most terrible thing is that if the Chinese continue to march along the railway line, if those turbulent parties mix with the Chinese?!
Everyone's heart is cold!
But what should I do now? Should we dig the railway to stop the other side from attacking, or recruit soldiers again to fight to the death, or send people to negotiate?
No one makes a sound. Even if there are ten thousand ways in his heart, he dares not say it at this time. Roger Strinsky is already a lesson. In case His Majesty lets himself do it, it is estimated that he can't even find the body.
"Go and mobilize the army! Conscript soldiers!"
"Go and tell everyone that Russia has reached the most dangerous moment!"
"Notify all factories and let those workers work overtime. We will make more cannons and rifles!"
"Since they want to come through the railway, let's counterattack from the railway, take back Angarsk, take back Vladivostok, and kill all the infidels!" Nicholas II waved his dagger vigorously, and the cold light made everyone's scalp numb.
Only Vit stood aside and his mouth squirmed a few times. He wanted to tell the emotional Nicholas II that there was no money in the treasury now. Unless His Majesty the Tsar was willing to pay out of his own pocket, not to mention the recruitment of soldiers, even the combat consumption of maintaining the current army was not enough.
In order to build more warships and buy weapons and ammunition, Russia has hollowed out the last coin and owed huge extra debts to Britain, France and other countries. If it continues, it will only accelerate the domestic decline.
But he could only say these words in the bottom of his heart and dare not say them at this moment. He had to sigh in the bottom of his heart and thought hard to find an excuse to persuade Nicholas II to calm down first. Suddenly, he heard a rapid sound of footsteps outside the hall.
"Your Majesty, outside, outside!"
"Outside?" Nicholas II stopped the assassination, and suddenly found that there was a lot of noise outside, and his face became more gloomy. He roared, "Who is noisy outside?" Don't you know that we are discussing state affairs?!"
The bodyguard swallowed, and when the matter was urgent, he had to say, "Your Majesty, they, they surrounded the palace."
"What!"
The bodyguard's words immediately exploded in the hall. Did the sun come out from the west? How could the Chinese have killed St. Petersburg so quickly?!
"No, it's those workers who gathered together and said that they would petition their majesty to increase wages and reduce working hours. They also demanded political freedom and the establishment of a parliament." The bodyguard quickly told the news and found that his back was already soaked.
"Increase wages!"
"Reduce working hours!"
"Freedom!"
Every time Nicholas II said a word, he clenched a short sword in his hand. Just now, he was going to let the workers work overtime for the country and produce more weapons. Unexpectedly, this group of lowly animals dared to make demands. Isn't it going to destroy Russia?
"Vyacheslav!" Nicholas II suddenly turned his head, and the eagle locked the Minister of the Interior to death. After sweating the other party's cold sweat, he pointed his sword at the tsunami-like praise outside and said angrily, "Do you need me to teach you how to do it? My Excellency the Minister of the Interior!"
"No, no!" Vyacheslav quickly waved his hand: "Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will deal with all this and teach those traitors a profound lesson!" After saying that, he ran out of the hall to gather the army and the gendarmes to prepare for an action to satisfy his majesty.
Looking at the back of the interior minister's departure, Witt wanted to stop the other party, but after thinking about it, the words came to his mouth and choked back. Although he did not approve of military suppression, it was a good way to get rid of the Romanov dynasty, which had internal and external troubles, as long as he could pull the emperor's eyes back. In China, if you focus on dealing with domestic problems first, it won't hurt to use force occasionally.
It's just that Witt didn't expect that things would develop to the point of erosion later.
The soldiers of the brigade began to rush out of the winter palace, which aroused the worries of the workers, but because everyone only came to petition and did not do anything extreme, they thought that the soldiers were keeping their duty to defend the palace.
This scene was seen in Delins' eyes, and a smile suddenly appeared. Just as he was about to continue to incite everyone to continue shouting, he suddenly felt that his shoulder was hit head-on.
A voice with a wide-brimmed hat quickly passed by him, and a warning came from his ear: "Mr. Delins, go, you're going to shoot!"
Hearing this, Drins' heart suddenly shook, and immediately raised his arm and waved quietly back. When he had just flashed into the corner of the street, there was a sudden dense gunfire in the distance.
Like a thunderbolt, the dense sound of gunfire suddenly blew up the whole square. Countless figures began to scatter and flee. Bullets, trampling and blood instantly drowned the beautiful Winter Palace Square.
When hundreds of gendarmes appeared in the square, they waved their knives and knocked down the unfortunate people like wooden stakes. The whole square was covered with dead bodies and blood, full of painful shouts and groans and curses to the tsar!
Then, gunfire sounded everywhere in St. Petersburg, and the whole city was shrouded in blood.
Under the slaughter and despair, some workers built a barricade on the street. They took weapons from the arsenal, smashed the shotgun shop, and rushed into the police station. The peaceful petition finally turned into a large-scale armed riot.
How many people died on this day? There are a lot of ins and outs. The people say that there are 2,000 people, and the political axes are hundreds.
In fact, whether it is one hundred or two thousand, it is definitely a fraction of the countless creatures destroyed by this system in silence. However, no matter how many people died in the past, they did not shake the pious faith of the Russian ordinary people in the tsar, but this unexplained massacre made this awe and fantasy disappear in an instant, and the butcher's mark was immediately overshadowed on the face of Nicholas II.
It's a black Sunday!
From this day on, the Russian people and the Romanov dynasty officially parted ways, and the lower classes became more and more willing to accept the encouragement of the radical parties, which made the Bolshevik forces continue to grow.
It was also from this day that the huge Russia was thrown into the whirlpool of turmoil, sinking, confusion, war, famine and violent revolutions. Especially when the expeditionary fleet broke the halberd and sank the sand, and hundreds of thousands of troops in the Far East Military Region also completely failed. The news that the Chinese began to counterattack came here, as if pouring on this flame. A barrel of gasoline.
The riot began to spread from St. Petersburg. In just a few days, there were signs of instability in the whole country. In another case, Nicholas II, not to mention continuing to recruit soldiers to fight another battle, there was even a problem of whether he could ensure the stability of the throne.
In the face of the approaching Chinese army and the increasingly fierce riots, he finally had to lower his arrogant head and send Witt as a plenipotentiary representative to visit Britain, France, Germany, Germany and other countries, and ask them to mediate.
Drinsra lowered his brim, withdrew his eyes from the square full of corpses, and quietly disappeared into the fleeing crowd, because for him, today's task has been completed, and the subsequent development will be decided by the Bolsheviks themselves. If they have the ability, they will overthrow Nicholas II, if not Yes, then he will continue to lurk until the last day comes
(to be continued)