The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 1210 Landrey Promi
"You think I have that ability? You think too highly of me!"

Landre Promi, the former leader of the Polish Restoration Army, answered with a smile.

"Who is that?"

"Of course it's your wise and mighty Tsar! You may not believe it, but this matter is closely related to your new master."

Father Alexander did not respond, and Landre Promi did not care and continued.

"The Austrians used some unknown means to cause a large number of Albanians to convert to Islam, which angered Nicholas I.

That’s why today’s incident happened.”

Father Alexander frowned. He had also heard that the large-scale conversion of pagans was a good thing for the Vatican, but he did not expect the Russians to have such a violent reaction. Instead, the Ottoman Empire did not say a word.

"You ambitious people are really hard to understand. So what are you doing here? Are you here to laugh at us?"

"No! I am your savior. Little Poland is now in complete disarray. Do you really think protesting to the Russians will be of any use?

You don't believe it yourself. Should I call you Father Alexander or John? "

(The Lesser Poland mentioned in the article does not refer to the historical Lesser Poland region, but to Russian Poland, which is why it includes the town of Lodz.)
Father Alexander clenched his fists, but eventually unclenched them.

"what do you want to do?"

"To save Poland, of course."

"I don't believe you! You thief!"

Father Alexander roared after hearing this, but Landre Prometheus remained unmoved. He had been scolded so many times over the years that he was used to it.

Especially after he defrauded the Pope's charity funds, the entire church was looking for him.

"Aren't you the Austrians' insider? We are all trying to save Poland, just through different routes."

"Your path is devious. How many comrades have died for your ambition! You are such a lunatic!"

Father Alexander finally couldn't help but burst into cursing. He was also among the uprising that year. That massive uprising was eventually suppressed by the joint efforts of Austria, Russia and Prussia.

Landry Prometheus' short-sightedness has caused all those who participated in the uprising to bear an indelible infamy.

If Kossuth had not made the same mistake later, and the situation in Transylvania had not become even more outrageous (mainly due to the Austrian Empire's good propaganda work), these Polish restorers would probably have been nailed to the pillar of shame forever.

"I did that for Poland! If I wasn't there, who knows what kind of chaos the so-called rebels would cause! Who knows how many of them would be emperors and how many would be kings."

"You are sophistry!"

"I am telling the truth!"

Landre Prometheus was obviously trying to make excuses for the mistakes he had made in the past, but because even more outrageous things happened in this time and space, Father Alexander was speechless for a moment.

"how do you want to do it?"

"You should contact your brothers first and gather them together, then we can discuss countermeasures."

Father Alexander looked embarrassed, and Landry Prome sneered.

"Don't tell me that your brother organizations have all disbanded. I don't believe it. If you don't believe me, then I have no other choice but to lead my team and fight the Russians.

When we all go to hell, you will also be responsible for the destruction of Poland!"

Father Alexander gritted his teeth. He felt that the man in front of him was not trustworthy, but Landre Promi was indeed one of the people who least wanted Poland to perish. "Okay, I will summon my brothers immediately. But you must tell me your plan first."

As night falls, a faint light occasionally flashes in a cemetery, which makes people feel creepy.

In an underground tomb chamber, the candle flame was flickering in the cold wind, and several human shadows were stretched out in the firelight.

Although the number of people was small, representatives from the major industries and communities in the parish were all present.

"This is crazy! How can we fight against the Russians? Even when the Polish Federation was still there, we were no match for the Russians! Doing this is like hitting a rock with an egg! We should negotiate with the Russians to solve the problem!"

The first to speak were the representatives of the Chamber of Commerce. They reacted most violently because they would suffer the greatest losses if a war broke out.

In fact, the Chamber of Commerce had received the news a long time ago, but Venbetrovsky was slow to take action, so they thought the news was false or that the Governor-General was not prepared to follow the Tsar's orders.

"If peace talks work, why are we here today? If peace talks work, how can Poland perish?"

"well said!"

Landry Prome couldn't help but praise.

"who are you?"

Everyone looked at the strange face. If Father Alexander hadn't secretly signaled to them that everything was fine, these people would have fled long ago.

After all, the spies of Russia's Special Section 3 are omnipresent and their methods are extremely brutal.

Before Father Alexander could think of what to say, Landre Prometheus spoke.

"I am Landre Prometheus of the Restoration Army."

"Aren't you dead?"

"You are a wanted criminal by 18 countries!"

There was horror on everyone's face. There was no doubt that the appearance of Landre Prometheus was completely unexpected. They all turned their eyes to Father Alexander.

"Don't panic, listen to me, Poland is not in danger now! The Polish nation has reached a critical moment, we should put aside the past grudges"

"You are Landry Prometheus! The great hero of Krakow!"

A woman almost screamed, and the men next to her blushed.

"Mr. Prometheus, we feel relieved to have you here!"

"Mr. Prometheus, please lead us to victory!"

Father Alexander's head was about to explode. How could this guy be so popular? Shouldn't he be despised?
But the reality seems to be otherwise. The Poles are far from hating Landre Prometheus as much as the restorationists. Most people still regard him as a hero and leader in resisting foreign enemies.

Father Alexander finally breathed a sigh of relief at this time. Although Landre Prometheus was greedy and despicable, he was indeed an expert in rebellion. Such a person might be able to give the Polish nation a glimmer of hope.

But he soon discovered that things were not as simple as he had imagined. The British and French governments also took action, and even the Prussians, Austrians and Italians were in a similar posture to that before the Greek War of Independence.

In addition, Britain and France began to apply pressure even before the Russians took action.

The sky over the entire Russian Poland was covered with dark clouds, and a disaster seemed to be brewing.

Wilanów Palace, Warsaw.

The fingers of Petrovsky scratched the smooth skin of his face, leaving bloody marks. He did not mean to disobey the Tsar, he was just slacking off.
(End of this chapter)