Chapter 620: Palace Fight in Petersburg

Chapter 621: Palace Fight in Petersburg

The "overseer" holding the pipe shook his head:

"The people of the Dignity Movement have received military training, but they only care about promoting the prohibition of the transatlantic slave trade and will never cooperate with black people."

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Major Oriol said:

"If they have a higher goal, they will be willing to unite all forces that can cooperate."

Several "overseers" looked at him in confusion: "Higher goals?"

"Yes," Oriol nodded, "For example, promoting the independence of Jamaica."

"This, how is this possible? The British followed They will send an expeditionary force when the time comes. Even the people of the Dignity Movement will never be their opponents! "

Oriole seemed full of confidence:

"If it is Jamaica alone, it is of course impossible, but if we can get the support of Saint Domingo and even all the islands in the Caribbean, we can defeat anyone. "

The white "supervisor" sighed and said:

"I still think we should not act so hastily. Those soldiers still need at least three months of training..."

"No, Mr. Bryan, please believe me, we will definitely win. The uprising must be launched on the 15th."

Seeing that he was so sure, the others did not say anything more.

At present, Saint Domingo is the "beacon" of abolition in the Caribbean. As the representative of Saint Domingo, Oriole's words are absolutely authoritative.

At most, it will fail again. Anyway, there will be a black slave uprising every few years. Everyone thought so. For the black slaves on the island, perhaps dying in battle is better than being tortured in the plantation all day.

However, only Oriol knew that on the 4th of this month, that is, three days later, the French expeditionary force would land in Saint-Domingue and be "defeated" by Auger's army on the 9th.

Then, inspired by this great victory, black slave uprisings broke out in Jamaica, the Bahamas and the West Indies on the 15th. The black rebels in Saint-Domingue will also provide them with reinforcements as appropriate.

The entire Caribbean region will be completely burned!

...

Petersburg.

In an office of the British Embassy in Russia, Lord Whitworth, the British ambassador to Russia, listened to his subordinates' reports and couldn't help frowning and shaking his head:

"We must admit that the King of Poland is a huge trouble." "He not only has an impact on the Tsar, but now he can even interfere with the actions of the Polish war faction."

"This is indeed a bit tricky." His assistant Joss looked embarrassed, "but the Tsar obviously loves him very much. This time, Poland's establishment of a constitution was explained by him as "to facilitate the Tsar's management of Poland", and the Tsar actually accepted this statement. "

"Can we try to get him back to Warsaw? "This... I'm afraid it's not easy." Lord Whitworth recalled what his assistant had just reported about Stanislaw II - they had already placed spies in the Winter Palace and could know in detail the actions of the people around the Tsar. He suddenly thought of something and looked at his assistant: "That pretty boy, oh, Zubov, why can he tolerate an extra man around the Tsar?" "Well, your lord, he seems to think that the King of Poland is just a 'musician' and has not challenged his position." "Musician?" "Yes, the Tsar usually just listens to Stanislaw II singing and chatting with him, and does not spend the night with him." Lord Whitworth's eyes suddenly lit up: "Then let's try to make his lover status more formal. " "What do you mean? "

"You contact our people in the Winter Palace immediately and ask her to do this... and then..."

Three days later.

Catherine II leaned back on the recliner with her eyes squinted, listening to her Stashi singing "Amours Interdits" comfortably, applauded him to show her appreciation, and then yawned.

She turned her head and looked at the clock. It was already 9 o'clock in the evening, so she gestured to the maid standing at the door: "Bring my coat."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The maid took the mink coat and helped the Tsar put it on.

The latter casually said to her maid: "Zina, is Pladen in the bedroom?"

As usual, she was going to find the "young man" to go to bed.

The maid hesitated for a moment, but immediately remembered the 5,000 rubles, so she gritted her teeth and bowed her head:

"Your Majesty, General Zubov is not in your bedroom. He said he was a little tired in the afternoon and seemed to have returned to his room to rest. ”

She received a large sum of money from Lord Whitworth a few days ago, and these words were said according to the latter's request.

She was not worried about being discovered by the Tsar, because she could completely say "General Zubov might have gone to the toilet at that time, so he was not in the bedroom, and I misunderstood."

The Tsar would at most scold her a few words, and there would be no danger.

Catherine II frowned slightly, lay back in the chair, and signaled to Stanislaw II:

"Stasi, let's talk for a while."

The maid Zina saw this and hurriedly ordered the maid to burn the fireplace more vigorously, and she quietly lit the incense that had been placed next to her.

Stanislaw II then began to speak all kinds of sweet words, occasionally with a few "private goods" about politics.

But Catherine II felt that it was getting hotter and hotter. She took off her outermost layer of clothing and looked at the King of Poland with eyes that gradually became a little blurry.

Stanislaw II's heart moved, and he remembered that Zina said that the Tsar was in a good mood today, so he moved closer to her again.

Catherine II suddenly reached out and took him into her arms, and whispered: "Stasi, hold me tight."

"Oh, oh, okay..."

Zina immediately signaled people to retreat. By the time she closed the door, a charming sound could be heard in the room, and the candlelight was beating rhythmically.

11pm.

Pladen Zubov walked anxiously around Catherine II's bedroom, and finally couldn't help but wave to his entourage again:

"Go and check the situation again."

"Yes, sir."

After a while, the follower returned, lowered his head and whispered:

"Sir, I heard from the maid that His Majesty is in the old guy's room, and... the lights have been turned off."

"Damn this!"

Zubov's face was horribly gloomy. He punched the wall and murmured repeatedly:

"No, I have to do something, do something..."

His identity, status, and wealth all come from the exclusive favor of Catherine II. Even Potemkin, the Tsar's number one lover, cannot shake his status in the Tsar's bed.

And that damn old Polish man, who used to just sing, now dares to spend the night with His Majesty the Tsar!

Suddenly his eyes narrowed, he turned around and returned to his room, where he began to write a letter to Potemkin.

A few days later, Potemkin, who was in Iasi, frowned when he read the letter from Petersburg.

The letter clearly stated: The King of Poland told the Tsar in bed that Poland was willing to send 30,000 troops to assist Prince Potemkin in attacking Silislat.