Chapter 651 One Shot

St. Petersburg.

The bright spring light finally poked its head over the city, and the street became endless. The carriages ran back and forth, and the heart of Russia, which seemed to wave goodbye to the cold winter, was resuscitating.

Taking advantage of this Sunday, the citizens walked out of their homes one after another. The men hurried to the food relief station with cloth bags, and most of the women and children went to churches everywhere.

Along the way, from time to time, everyone will meet radicals in blue overalls and dressed like workers. They rushed out of the alley from the street corner, stuffed a booklet into the palm of your hand, and then said in a low voice, "Russia needs you."

Suddenly, a sharp whistle broke the silence. Countless policemen and soldiers appeared on the street. Many people were so scared that they quickly threw unsold pamphlets on the ground, and some hid them in their pockets or stuffed them into the middle of their bulging chests.

The men finally avoided the investigation of the secret police. When they arrived at the relief station, they found that because they had chatted with those guys, Changlong had already lined up several streets. After the woman walked into the church with her children, she didn't care about greeting the sisters in peace, so she sat on her seat and prayed devoutly.

But only when you approach and hear the content will you understand that they are not praying for this country, but for their relatives who are suffering from war on the front line.

Behind the devout prayer, there are more and more loud curses!

Two years after the war, Russia, which is considered to be proud, has not won a decent victory from beginning to end. What comes back every day is defeat, defeat, or defeat!

What's wrong with Russia?

People began to look for the reason. When everyone's eyes began to turn to the tsar and the people around him, there seemed to be an answer to failure.

Because of the ** from Germany, she married His Majesty the Tsar and became the queen, but betrayed Russia at the beginning of the war. Before the war, she asked Russia not to declare war on Germany. After the war, she repeatedly sent telegrams to Germany to betray the country, which made the war against Germany lose continuously and cost millions of lives. In the end, it also led to the inability to deal with the challenges of the distant East.

Although there is no evidence that Queen Alexandra is a spy, in the face of endless failure and death, people have begun to be numb. They need a vent, and they don't even need a reason.

What is resentful is that the ** did not know what means he used to confuse His Majesty the Tsar, who was called the "little father" by Russia. He was protected by him, and even several ministers who spoke ill were imprisoned by his lackeys.

Everyone can feel that when spring comes, the city is already full of dark tides.

Prishkiewicz looked at the luxurious palace in the distance, with an indescribable disgust in his heart, but when his eyes fell on the pamphlet at his feet, his face gradually became cold.

The content after opening the manual was not beyond his expectation. Lenin and his Bolsheviks made themselves friends and guides for the workers, who almost completely denied the role of the Russian bourgeoisie in the development of the country!

He used a painted bread to lure people who were hungry and calm in the pain of war, but forgot the core group of people in the country, trying to replace them with workers and farmers.

This kind of thing is unforgivable!

"Thank you, Mr. Senator."

The police took the manual thrown by Prishkevic and nodded to thank him. Everyone knows that even if he holds the manual of the Revolutionary Party, he will never support these guys, because he is an a nobleman with assets and an important member of the State Duma.

After saying hello to the police, Priscevich got back in the carriage. The ticking horses' hoofs drove to Grand Duke Dmitry's house, and several fellow carriages joined in along the way.

"Your Excellency, it's not a big deal!"

The captain of the guard rushed into the living room with a flustered face, bypassed the guests dancing with dance music, walked to Grand Duke Dmitry Pavlovich Romanov and said hurriedly, "Starting yesterday, the Chinese have launched a full-scale attack on Western Siberia. Lieutenant General Yarich and his 21st Army have All surrendered!"

"What!" Prince Supov beside him ignored the etiquette and called out his nephew to work in the army, so he knew some of the deployment of the East. The 21st Army is the easternmost barrier. Now the 21st Army has surrendered, and the 11th and 15th Armies in the middle will be exposed to the enemy's muzzle, while the Caucasus Army and 2 2 The army has not been recaptured the fortress of Tomsk for a long time. In this way, the army will face slaughter in the open and almost unobstructed area of Western Siberia!

The exclamation made the guests around stop one after another. After Grand Duke Dmitry quickly pretended to smile and waved to everyone that it was okay, the dance music sounded again.

The elegant dance music did not make the members of the royal family look better. They said in a low voice, "Does the emperor know about this?"

"I know, but your majesty did not convene a military meeting immediately, but went to the queen's place, because tomorrow is the queen's birth, and he doesn't want it to be at this time."

"This bitch." Prince Yusupov gritted his teeth and drank the wine in the glass, but in the middle of his words, he was stopped by his good friend Suhokin behind him, but he seemed to be still not satisfied. He sneered and pushed away Yusuhokin's hand and said, "What, am I wrong?"

Prishkevich held the glass and shook it gently: "Prince, no one said you were wrong, but we are attending the dance, and His Majesty is preparing a banquet for the queen, we."

"I don't care about the birth party." Prince Yusuf said angrily, "Your Majesty should now find a way to save Western Siberia as soon as possible. If the Eastern Legion fails, the Chinese will advance all the way to Omsk or even Mount Ural. What's the difference from the subjugation of the country?"

"But I don't have an army." Suhogin sighed. Although he was the commander of the Guard, his brother served on the front line of the Ural Military Region, so he was also very clear about the current Russian predicament. He said, "Half of the troops stationed in Ural have been ordered to go to the Caucasus and Baku to defend the Chinese and Ottoman armies in Mesopotamia, and the rest of the troops are also It was dragged to the west by Germany, Austria-Hungary and Bulgaria and could not be mobilized.

"Isn't there still an army in China? Aren't those women also armed? It's not winter now. You can send them to Western Siberia to fight!" Prince Yusuf did not give up.

"Women's Army?" In the face of this prince who knows nothing, Priszkiewicz couldn't laugh or cry. Russia did organize nearly a million women to join the army and let them pick up guns. But what's the use of sending these people who can't even use guns? Is it a tool for Chinese soldiers to warm their beds at night?

"It's all because of the damn prostitute. If it hadn't been for her tip-off, maybe we had defeated Germany with France. How could we have been so far!" Prince Supov had completely lost his mind and put the blame on the woman again and scolded her loudly. Just as he was about to scold a few more words to vent his anger, a voice behind him sounded.

"Your Excellency, please pay attention to your words. Her Royal Highness has nothing to do with Germany. She is helping Russia wholeheartedly and selling her jewelry to raise military expenses."

Everyone did not expect that the topic of discussion would be heard by others. They turned their heads in horror and saw a man in his forties behind him, with a beard, dressed like a priest, and a pair of unforgettable light blue eyes.

Seeing this man, Grand Duke Dmitry and others immediately clenched their fists, and their hearts suddenly sank.

Gregory Yefimovich-Lasputin, a miraculously healed prince, relying on mysterious prophecy, suddenly jumped to become a favorite minister and became the "Tsar's Lantern Officer". Even in the case that His Majesty the Tsar has repeatedly enlighted and handed over domestic rights to Queen Alexandro in these years, he quietly mastered it because of the favor. The scoundrel of the state power!

In an instant, the faces of several people were not good. No one expected that this guy would mix among today's guests and hear their conversation. If those words just now, especially the insults against the queen, were spread by him to the palace, it would be an uproar!

"So far, I feel that the Queen has done a lot!" In the face of several dull people, Rasputin looked very satisfied and raised his eyebrows and said, "We shouldn't go to war with Germany. It's a war between France and Britain. It shouldn't be Russia. Unfortunately, some people don't like to listen to the queen and always find some unwarranted words to hurt her!" This is unforgivable!"

Rasputin glanced at the crowd and said proudly: "As the most loyal servant of His Majesty the Emperor and the Queen, I think it is necessary to tell her something that happened tonight. Perhaps the Queen's birth will be more wonderful tomorrow."

After saying that, Rasputin left several earth-faced princes and parliamentarians and walked out of the door. When he was close to the door, Plishkevic realized something. He was just a congressman. He was close to the prince and the royal family. He just wanted to take this opportunity to seize greater power for himself, but he didn't want to be taken to prison for a few words. !

"Wait, Mr. Gregory." Plishkevic hurriedly called Rasputin, who was ready to leave, and the princes and princes behind them also walked over one after another. At this moment, they had no other choice. They knew this guy's greedy temper, and perhaps a few gold bars could make him forget what happened today.

The melody of the dance suddenly stopped, and all eyes turned to the gate. No one noticed that the corners of a servant who was cleaning in the corner suddenly hooked up.

He went to the window, pinched a white napkin, waved a few times in the night sky outside, and quickly withdrew it, as if he just shook off the dust on it, then turned over his wrist and took out a revolver, and suddenly walked to the Russian nobles who chased the Rusputin with a ferocious smile.

In the night, a cold black eye slowly put on the scope. In the crosshair, Rasputin's figure began to gradually enlarge.

"Mr. Gregory, I think." After Priscevich caught up with Rasputin, he found that several princes and princes had come, and quickly changed his words and said, "I think we should have a good talk."

"No, there is nothing to talk about. I will never regard anyone who insults the queen as a friend!" Rasputin sneered and shouted loudly. This is his old trick. Only by suppressing the other party first can he get what he wants.

"Insulting the Queen?"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone in the banquet hall swallowed. His Majesty the emperor was obedient to the queen. Anyone who spoke ill of the queen during this period did not have a good end, so Rasputin's words almost sentenced everyone in the living room to face a big storm!

Some timid women even covered their mouths.

Yuzupov and Grand Duke Dmitry didn't expect this guy to shout out in public. Now there is a problem to solve it quietly, and even if it can be solved, it can't be sent away with a few gold bars!

This greedy and shameless bastard!

In the sound of gritting his teeth, Prishkevic grabbed him and put on a politician's smile: "Really? I think you should take a look at this, maybe."

Prishkevich touched two gold coins in his pocket with his right hand. In addition to the gold coins, there was no chequebook. He had decided to suppress the matter at all costs, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the figure flashed something was stuffed into his hand.

In a daze, he only saw a figure passing by and squeezing into the crowd, but at this time, he didn't have much time to think about the reckless ghost, but when he raised his hand, he was stunned and only saw a black revolver in his right hand.

"Cage, no."

Before everyone understood, everyone felt a few drops of fishy heat coming to their faces, and then there was a sudden voice in everyone's ears.

"Ban!"

I didn't see it with both eyes, and even a few bodyguards outside saw that His Majesty the Tsar and the Empress's biggest favorite minister, who had influenced the government for nearly two years, appointed dozens of ministers, and had mysterious prophecy, his head exploded like a watermelon, and his blood and brain splashed all over the hall!

"Ah~!"

When the ladies were shocked and trembling, the members of the royal family, including Grand Duke Dmitry and Prince Yusuf, immediately seemed to be pushed into the ice cellar!

No matter how stupid people are, they know what will happen after this guy is killed!

What's more, there is a secret that others don't know, but they are very clear that this guy also publicly wrote a letter to Nicholas II, which predicted that he would be killed before January 1917, and warned His Majesty the Tsar that if he was killed by the people, then His Majesty the Tsar could still survive for a few years, but if If they are killed by the nobles, the Tsar's family will not be able to live for two years!

So he was extremely superstitious to him. His Majesty the Tsar, who even said that he was an envoy of the kingdom to Russia, also sent a secret bodyguard to protect him, and publicly said that whoever killed Rasputin would be his enemy to Russia!

Now, Prishkiewicz is still holding the gun!

Next to

, everyone heard what Rasputin just said!

Here is the dance of Grand Duke Dmitry and Prince Yusuvov!

God!

One shot destroys the peace of the whole Russia with one shot!

(to be continued)