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

Chapter 1214: Siege (Part )

The guards of the Governor's Mansion were so excited by what Venbetrovsky said that he decided to strike while the iron was hot and continue speaking.

"As long as I am alive, you will all have a good life, and even if you die, the money will be sent to your home.

I swear to God, if I die, you will be buried with me!"

In fact, the soldiers were also aware of the current situation. On one hand, they would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives, while on the other hand, surrendering and failing would mean a life-and-death experience.

They made their choice quickly, after all, they had no choice.

"Protect Governor Venpetlovsky to the death!"

"The Russian Empire will win!"

"Must win!"

Seeing the high morale of his soldiers, Venbetrovsky finally breathed a sigh of relief.

These soldiers were the elite troops he had carefully selected. They did not panic when facing the battle and they quickly organized a line of defense.

Due to the influence of the last Warsaw Uprising, Russia completely banned Poles from owning weapons in Warsaw, and even patrol police could only be equipped with some batons and old-fashioned weapons.

But the Governor's Palace in Warsaw is not among them. The Governor's Palace has the best equipment and the most elite soldiers in the whole of Warsaw, and they are very confident in holding on.

This was indeed the case. As soon as the two sides engaged in battle, the Poles were defeated. After all, most of the weapons in their hands were very old. Even if they had new rifles, they were completely suppressed in number and could not play the desired effect.

In fact, the guards of the Governor's Palace wanted to delay for a while by using rhetoric, but there were obviously some smart people in the Polish insurgents who did not give them any chance.

However, once the battle started, the gap between the two sides was too big. The Poles should have rushed towards the Governor's residence from all directions. However, the reality was that due to the existence of high walls, the Polish attack route was locked in several fixed directions.

Even if someone managed to climb over the wall with difficulty, they would be facing the elite Russian shooters in the houses in the open area. Fighting in such an unequal situation would be a one-sided massacre.

At this time, Wenbetrovsky could not see the scene outside. He was hiding in the prayer room on the top floor and praying that he could successfully survive this disaster.

Suddenly, Venbetrovsky heard a strange noise outside the door, and he immediately lay down carefully through the peephole to look.

Two women were seen rummaging through something furtively in the room. Venbetrovsky knew these two women; they were both his mistresses.

Wenbetrovsky felt that the two women must have come for his treasure. He had been so good to them, but these two damn bitches wanted to abandon him and run away when they were in danger.

Wen Petlovsky couldn't help but get angry. He kicked the door open and shouted loudly.

"Bitch! What do you want to do!"

Wenbetrovsky held a pistol in his hand, and the two women were immediately frightened and pale. Seeing the two women with pale faces, he couldn't help but feel proud.

Just when he was feeling proud, he suddenly felt a chill on his back and a flower pot hit him hard on the back of his head.

Wenbetrovsky turned around and looked at the woman, who had obviously been conquered by him and had never resisted him, so he couldn't help but ask.

"why?"

“I’m Polish too!”

When the guard heard the noise and ran up, Venbetrovsky had a gun to his temple.

"What are you going to do? Let the Governor go!"

"Impossible! Put your guns down!"

"Impossible! You are dreaming!" Seeing that the guards refused to give in, one of Venbetrovsky's mistresses pulled out a dagger and stabbed Venbetrovsky in the thigh, causing him to scream in pain.

But Wenbetrovsky did not give in, because he knew that his only support was the gun in the guard's hand, and without it he would be at the mercy of others.

Seeing that Venbetrovsky did not give in, his other mistress pulled out the dagger from Venbetrovsky's leg and stabbed it again, causing him to struggle in pain. It was a pity that Venbetrovsky was tied tightly to the chair, otherwise the strength of several women might not have been enough to control him.

Although this second mistress was already the mother of three children, she had a baby face and was very short, so the knife was inserted very close to Venbetrovsky's vital parts.

"Listen to them! Put down your guns!"

Wenbetrovsky shouted, but the guards just hesitated and did not take any further action.

Seeing that the women were about to attack again, Venbetrovsky shouted anxiously.

"Are you all deaf? Put down your guns! This is an order!"

The guards were certainly not deaf, they were just thinking about the consequences. If Venbetrovsky died, as the personal guards, they would certainly be held accountable for their poor protection.

But if they put down their guns now, they would most likely become corpses immediately, and might even be tortured before death.

But what if the Governor died in battle?
They were confident that they could hold out until the garrison outside the city arrived, so they put all the blame on the Poles.
Although they thought about it, no one dared to do it. As for the women in the room, they did not dare to really kill Venbetrovsky. After all, this man's life and death was related to them and the success or failure of the entire Russian-Poland uprising.

They were obviously inexperienced and didn't know that pulling out the knife would cause heavy bleeding. Venbetrovsky was visibly weak, but the two sides remained in a stalemate.

At this moment, a loud bang broke the deadlock. The Poles used explosives to blow up the wall, pushing out a cannon and the bodies of the captain of the guard and several messengers.

The leader of the personal soldiers who were in confrontation upstairs immediately lost the courage to continue when he saw this.

The leader of the janissaries dropped his gun and shouted in Russian.

"We lose! We surrender!"

Although there were no weapons in the Governor's Palace that could compete with the artillery, they had no other way to retreat. Just when they wanted to fight to the death, the deputy captain of the guard shouted for surrender.

Several team leaders rushed upstairs angrily to find out what was going on, and when they saw the scene upstairs, they dropped their weapons.

"Surrender! The Governor has already surrendered!"

This sentence made Venpetlovsky so angry that he rolled his eyes. However, just when he wanted to explain, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his leg and swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

The officers surrendered first. Even if the soldiers wanted to resist, they were scattered and most of them chose to lay down their weapons.

The remaining stragglers were wiped out in a short while, and the Polish insurgents successfully occupied the Governor's Palace.

A man dressed in white and with a big red cloak behind him came up to Venbetrovsky.

"Governor, nice to meet you. My name is Landre Prometheus."

Venbetrovsky's frail body trembled noticeably.

"You are the traitor? You planned all this? What do you want to do? But it doesn't matter! The garrison outside Warsaw will come soon to wipe you out. None of you can escape! Haha, cough cough cough."

Landry Prome shook his finger and spoke slowly.

"It was not me who caused all this, but us. The instigator was your Tsar.

Lastly, today will not be the day I die, and your reinforcements will not arrive."

I will probably take a day off tomorrow, and I will try my best to compress the plot to avoid being criticized every day.