Chapter 140 Choice

"Absolutely not!"

While the tone of his voice improved, a fire suddenly surged in Rusky's heart, as if he had the right to get angry, but he controlled his emotions, but his tone affirmed his opposition.

Just as Nikolay was surprised, Danigov came back from the city. He frowned more tightly than when he first met, and he brought a new telegram from the Chief of Staff Alexeyev.

"In view of the spread of non-political axeism, it is impossible for the army to continue to fight. In order to save the army and Russia, I sincerely pray to His Majesty the Tsar's permission: immediately announce the following edict..."

Even in the telegram, a draft of the imperial edict was also attached, which was prepared by them as early as the base camp and did not receive permission or authorization from the Tsar.

"...In order to win as soon as possible, the Russian Empire needs a cabinet responsible for the representatives of the people, and in order to form this cabinet, it needs Luo Jianke, the figure trusted by all Russia..."

The ready-made imperial edict is placed there, written clearly and clearly, and its content is even a little touching.

"...The loyal sons of Russia are united around the emperor. Russia will never be destroyed, and the enemy's conspiracy will not defeat him..."

A written edict can only be signed.

The edict that has been written can be taken over and signed by Nikolay. It will be easy to sign it. Since this is required by Russian interests, why not?

Looking at the edict, Nicholas hesitated, and a voice echoed in his heart.

From October 1905, he understood this vicious **: a seemingly simple step, just signing, became much easier in a moment. With 22 years of experience as an emperor, he also clearly knew that the first moment after this concession had a very attractive and pleasant relaxation, and In his own responsibility cabinet, his mind will be much less. At least he doesn't need to think about the future of the empire. He is just a symbol. At that time, his personal life will be much easier, but Nikolay's concession in 1905 is still fresh in his memory: since then, everything has not changed. Better, but it got worse. It was at this time that he gave up at that time. To this day, the imperial edict at that time was still a problem for him.

Alas!

With a long sigh in his heart, Nigulan once again turned his eyes to the imperial edict. When there was a landslide, he had the power to block Hongtao with his body?

And how can stupid Luo Jianke suddenly have such an insight to ensure that everyone he finds is trusted by all Russia?

"No!"

After thinking for a long time, Nikolay said in an extremely gentle tone, and he even looked a little timid at this time.

"No, I can't sign!"

And the following words seemed to ease the general's mood.

"At least not for the time being..."

The Tsar's refusal only made Rusky very angry, but he said with a new hope.

"Why don't you inform the base camp and Petrograd first, that the edict has not been signed, but your majesty has agreed in principle?"

"No!"

Shaking his head, Nikolay still refused Rusky's suggestion.

"Not for the time being. Wait a little longer. You can't sign it right away!"

"Your Majesty, but this is all for the army, for the mood of the army and the mood of Russia!"

Rusky's attitude became a little stiff with the Tsar's refusal.

"If you don't sign, Your Majesty, is there any other way? What else do you expect? Your Majesty? If you don't sign, it means that you will continue to send troops to Petrograd. At that time, you will have to bear a terrible responsibility. For the first time in our history - the Russian army has been involved in the civil war!"

Ruski's words only stunned Nicholas. The correct surname and persuasion of this argument shocked him. There is nothing more terrible than civil war!

Don't do this, never do this!

Nikolay still clearly remembers the unfortunate and unexpected gunshots on January 9 of that year, as well as the entangled shouts that alluded at him - "bloody". From that day on, he no longer has the power to order the Russian army to fight the Russians! To be precise, he will not give such an order again!

God!

Are you really going to a dead end?

Nicholas prayed to God in his heart!

Seeing that his words were in effect, Rusky proposed again.

"Can it be like this? Make an appointment to talk to Luo General Ke at night now. If he can answer the phone, negotiate with him!"

"Good..."

He nodded heavily, and Nikolay agreed.

"Well, it can be like this. Since he can't come here, it's not bad to do it!"

After the Tsar agreed, Danilov was sent to contact Petrograd. At this time, the imperial edict was placed in front of Nicholas, waiting for him to sign. Ruski didn't seem to have the heart of any minister. He pressed him step by step, didn't give him time to think about it, and didn't let him retreat. For Ruski, he just wanted to let the Tsar announce a clear decision before the turmoil in Petrograd caused the army to fluctuate.

In the face of Rusky, the commander-in-chief of the northern front, the tsar, the supreme ruler of Russia, and the supreme commander of the Russian army, showed a tired look on his face. When he spoke, his tone even had a hint of request.

"I need to think about it, think about it alone!"

Perhaps, he didn't get an answer, and he was extremely reluctant, but Ruski knew that he was the tsar who swore allegiance in front of him. In the face of the tsar's request, he reluctantly withdrew from the carriage and waited in the carriage of the tsar's attendants.

There was only Nikolay left in the carriage. There was no guard and no one to help. He stared at the edict that made him helpless. He raised his head with his hand to prevent his head from hanging down. At this time, his chest was almost pressed against the paper and he looked at the paper feebly.

"Everyone's meaning is the same, everyone is united, in turn..."

He muttered to himself, but the exhausted Nikolay turned his eyes to his wife's photo. Looking at his wife's photo, he knew that he needed Alex and hoped that she would be by his side at this time to give him advice and guide him.

Now, has she written in the telegram that she needs to make concessions? Does he understand that such concessions are inevitable? Alas! How is he now? How will she feel when she suffers these events alone?

When countless thoughts surged into his mind, looking at the paper, Nikolay thought again.

"I can't, I can't sign! Signing such a document means that Russia cancels the principle of monarchism since ancient times, puts the country into the turmoil of the parliamentary system, or puts it into a state of no political axe, and also betrays its son. No, Alex will certainly not agree with it!"

But the current reality is that Nicholas must hand over the Russian monarchy in one day. Why did this happen? At this time, Nicholas could no longer think about these problems, and there were more urgent problems for him to solve.

Where is the way out?

Send troops to fight the civil war? Or remove all the senior generals?

God! What kind of punishment is this? And you want me to suffer alone!

When did Nicholas make an unrestricted decision in his life? No, never. He is always forced by objective circumstances and artificial demands to make disobeying decisions.

Perhaps, this is the need of Russia's interests! Or God forgives all of them! In the concession of goodwill, there is a lot of relaxation from the heart. So, let these smart people form their own cabinet? I want to see how they do it and how they can do it.

God!

I hope my decision... When thousands of ideas came to Nikolay's mind, General Ruski in the attendant's carriage was also nervous and annoyed when he came out of the emperor's carriage, because things did not come to a result. Although after a while of conversation, he felt that there was a reason to show that his lobbying had made progress. Zhan - For a moment, the Tsar, who looked a little excited, shook his hand, as if he wanted to pick up the pen.

Although he is waiting for the final result, Rusky doesn't want to disturb others, but he can't go there without the emperor's attendant carriage? He walked into the door of Frederix's open carriage. The old man's eyes were blurred with tears and he bent down. There were people in the aisle of the carriage, and even people walking in the corridor. At this time, they were having all kinds of impassioned conversations, as if they were going to defend Russia, but as soon as they saw the arrival of Rusky, There was no sound immediately.

Looking at these people, Lusky can be said to be extremely contemptuous of these attendants in his heart. He recognized that none of them is useful to the country, and no one has done good things. Most of them are floating people, but they must turn around with the sacred ruler. There is Nareshkin who can never sleep. , the young and quite handsome Morvinov, the stupid historian Dubinsky, who is always busy, looks powerful and unyielding, but the short Admiral Nilov. Of course, his size is aimed at Ruski, and the arrogant Voyekov has no reason for him, but his attitude is stiff. Walk around with an arrogant look.

But others really want to talk to the commander-in-chief of the front army. They squeezed to Rusky from the box in front of them, and there was also a young court general, a attendant, probably a duke, and the captain of the guard. It seemed to be his count. They all came. He inquired about the talks or wanted to know what they could do.

"General, you are the only one who can help!"

As a person who can control the situation, Rusky leaned back on the sofa and looked at everyone sarcastically. He was so tired that he closed his eyes slightly. He leaned against the sofa and took a long breath.

"Yes... It has led Russia to... There has been enough talk about reform, just as the country's firm demands... I myself have also predicted many times that we should reach an agreement with the State Duma... But no one listened... The whiplasher Rasputin's claim had a great impact, and then the Protopopovs began ......"

Old Fredericks didn't seem to listen, but he suddenly got excited and retorted.

"What did this do to Rasputin? What impact can he have on national affairs?

"Why not?"

Rusky opened his eyes wide, his expression looked surprised, and Fredericks replied with dignity.

"For example, I have never seen him, I don't know him, and I don't see his influence in that regard."

"Yes, count, maybe so. You were a bystander at that time!"

Rusky gave in with respect. He himself mediaged for him through Rasputin when he left office. Compared with him, the old count is indeed respectable. But the people in the court led Rusky to go on.

"What will happen now? ...General, what should I do now?"

They asked with all their tongues.

"You see, we are standing on the edge of the abyss, only with hope for you!"

They have learned from Danilov that Alexeiev also telegraphed to establish a responsible cabinet.

"What can I do now? For this sake?"

Rusky sighed, as if it was very laborious.

"Now we need to surrender unconditionally to the winner!"

"The winner?"

These court guards were scared and most of them didn't understand.

"Who won?"

"Who else?"

Rusky sneered.

"Rojanco, National Duma!"

"Oh...oh..."

At this time, the original impassioned attendants not only did not oppose the responsible cabinet, but they even became eager to make concessions to Duma, and expressed their agreement with the responsible cabinet. What Rusky didn't know was that Admiral Nilov called the historian and told him that he must report to the Tsar immediately: Rusky should be removed from office, executed, and a competent general should be sent to Petrograd to suppress the rebellion there, but the two of them may be angry, but neither of them has the courage to go. Looking for the tsar, the two of them were outside the door, just constantly smoking, but the tsar still did not summon Lusky, and the hour hand had pointed to midnight.

"Dong..."

After the midnight bell rang, midnight passed.

Ruski was already thinking about whether it was time to go. No, let them report to the Tsar and asked him whether he should go or wait. Just then, the attendant Voyeikov came, and he said to Rusky.

"General, I have your majesty's telegram in my hand to send. Please allow me to use your telegram machine!"

"No way!"

Rusky almost blurted out his words.

"The owner here is me, and only I have the right to report!"

He shouldn't have shouted. When he shouted, he would expose his mind. They wanted to avoid him, because there might be a Hanlin in the incident. If the result was good, he would be squeezed out. It seemed that he didn't do all this!

In the face of Ruski's disregard, Voyekov was stunned at first. Then he looked at Ruski and said nothing, so he went back to the Tsar. For Ruski's rudeness, Fredericks was excited and struggled to walk towards the Tsar's carriage.

"It seems that we have become prisoners here!"

The attendants whispered quietly. They all saw Rusky's rudeness and rudeness. At this time, Voyekov came back anrily. He handed the telegram to Rusky. Ruski straightened his glasses and looked at the letter above.

"Arrive here before lunch. May you all get better. We will see each other soon. God bless you! Hug you tightly. Nika!"

This is a telegram to the queen. Rusky was stunned and sent the telegram over. The next telegram was for Akseyev, which said.

"Agree to the draft edict provided and agree to the establishment of a responsible cabinet!"

Perhaps because the previous quarrel was too angry, now he found that such a statement was not clear enough. Although everyone's understanding of the "responsible" cabinet is the same, who is responsible for the cadres? It should be specifically pointed out that he is responsible to the Duma and the people. Thinking about it, Rusky thought, is this an ambiguous means of the Tsar? This is his unique method!

After figuring this out, Ruski insisted that the Tsar meet him again, and the Tsar agreed.

How long has it been since Rusky saw the warehouse? Maybe it's forty or fifty minutes. It's hard to imagine that a person will be so thin in such a short time. At this time, the Tsar not only lost his previous stubbornness, but even his eyes wandered, his eyes were pulled, and even his face turned brown.

But even so, Rusky's progress was more determined, he looked at the Tsar and said.

"There is an error in the telegram, which is not completely correct, and can even be said to be completely wrong. It needs to be modified!"

In the face of his persecution, Nicholas looked at him confusedly and asked.

"So... how should I express it more accurately?"

After getting the answer, without any hesitation, he immediately rewrote it.

In the face of this situation, Fredericks sat in the corner and doze off, trembling from time to time.

Finally, after writing the telegram, Nikolay raised his head with hope and asked with his big eyes open.

"General, are they all reasonable people in this country? Is that so? Who should we send it to?

"Of course, Your Majesty!"

Rusky said with anger to the emperor.

"Don't mention how rational they are!"

At this time, he proposed again.

"The telegraph should only develop Alexeyev, and in order to speed up, it should directly inform Luo Jiangke in Petrograd!"

Nikolay did not object to his request, but agreed very obediently.

"So is His Majesty the Tsar willing to make a phone call in person?"

Looking at Rusky, Nicholas didn't understand what he meant.

"Why make a phone call? Where are you going to fight? Do you want to make a phone call in the middle of the night?

After a series of questions, Nikolai waved his hand very tiredly.

"I'll entrust you to talk about it!"

Hearing His Majesty's answer, Rusky became excited. He knew that he might have invested a lot of energy this night, but he had achieved such a great success. This was something that no one could even think of in Russia. Now, he was the first to inform the national Duma, which only made him While feeling a sense of honor, I also felt a sense of mission.

(to be continued)