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

Chapter 1215 Fraud
"Impossible! The Warsaw garrison is only a few kilometers away from Warsaw City. They will launch an attack tomorrow morning at the latest!"

Venbetrovsky shouted, mustering a bit of energy.

"But what if they can't come?"

Landry Prome asked back.

"Impossible! How could they not see it at such a close distance?" Venbetrovsky suddenly realized something.

"Do you want me to order them to leave? No! That's impossible! I would never do that even if I die!"

Wenbietlovsky was not talking nonsense. After all, this matter was too complicated. If he really assisted the Poles, his family would be affected and he would face a situation where there was no chance of survival.

"No, I will personally return you safe and sound to the Tsar."

Landre Promi said with a smile as he looked at the thigh that Venbetrovsky had just wrapped.

Venbetrovsky had no idea what the other side was up to, but there were nearly 30,000 troops stationed outside the city. Even if there were many vacancies, the total strength was more than 20,000.

These rabble in the city were not the elite Polish troops of 1830. They could barely defeat their own guards. It was simply a fantasy to expect them to defeat the regular army.

Even if some people have sneaked in recently, their number cannot be too large. In addition to Warsaw, Russia has troops stationed in other parts of Poland. In any case, it is impossible for these Poles to defeat the Russian-Polish garrison.

Only himself and the Tsar in St. Petersburg could mobilize the Warsaw garrison. Even with his own order, the garrison commander had the right to question it. Unless he appeared in person and ordered the garrison not to enter the city, the garrison had no reason to sit idly by and watch a fire break out without taking action.

Suddenly he thought of a possibility, that is, the imperial envoy who was on the way. The imperial envoy was equivalent to the spokesman of the Tsar. If it was the imperial envoy's order
Venbetrovsky shook his increasingly dizzy head. It was even less likely that the Tsar's envoy would obey the orders of the Poles.

And no matter what, there are tens of thousands of Russian troops in Russian Poland, and the Poles have no chance at all. In the end, they can only flee into the mountains and forests, and the outcome will not change. They must not be fooled by the Pole.

Time goes back to five days ago. After leaving the cold St. Petersburg, Imperial Envoy Khlekov had just entered Poland and felt the warmth of spring. It was not only the weather here but also the enthusiasm of local officials, nobles and businessmen.

He looked so eager, even more anxious than a groom on his wedding night.

Imperial Envoy Khlekov knew human nature well. The more anxious they were, the slower he had to proceed, so that he could control them.

The local Polish officials and gentry were indeed as flattering as he had expected, which made Khlekov feel very comfortable.

It is no exaggeration to say that he had fallen in love with the job of imperial envoy at this time, especially the generous gifts that made him overjoyed.

Every day, Khlekov would go on tours accompanied by officials and gentry, followed by countless balls and dinners.

In Zhitomir, the capital of Volhynia, the Governor of Volhynia held a grand welcoming ceremony for Khlekov.

The dinner was filled with toasts and clinking of glasses as usual, and then some local nobles came to make their presence known.

Everything seemed to be exactly the same as usual, and somehow Khlekov became a little too proud of himself and drank a few more glasses.

However, these few glasses of wine made him sleep for a whole day, and he felt dizzy after waking up. He was unable to continue on his journey and stayed in Zhitomir.

Fortunately, the governor of Volhynia was very respectful to him. He continued to treat him with good food and drink and ordered people to continue to pay tribute to him.

Khlekov felt a little embarrassed. He was not a big shot in St. Petersburg and had few opportunities to meet the Tsar. He really couldn't promote so many people.

But you still have to eat, drink, and get the money. As for the matter, we'll talk about it later.

After finally getting on the road again, Khlekov found an army waiting to greet him in front of a small town. The troops had flags flying and the horses on both sides were snorting impatiently.

Although the cold wind was howling and made the soldiers' faces red, their appearance was still neat and tidy, and it was obvious at a glance that they were an elite force.

Khlekov could not help but feel more proud. He liked military parades, which was a hobby of Russians. He enjoyed this feeling very much. His only regret was that the governor did not come in person. However, considering that there were two generals accompanying him, he did not want to pursue it.

The local officials have outstanding reception capabilities and are willing to spend money.

Such a small city could allow tens of thousands of people to live a life of debauchery. Khlekov sincerely admired the mayor and even wanted to promote him.

However, just when everyone was living in peace, a terrible news came.

“Warsaw has fallen.”

"How can this be?"

Khlekov almost jumped up from his seat, an expression of disbelief on his face, and asked in a very grim tone.

"Where did this news come from? Is it accurate?"

The accompanying officials were also not quite sure.

"Sir, we have received news from different cities several times today, so it should be correct."

"Should? That means there is no conclusion! Do you know the harm of spreading rumors?"

The accompanying official immediately shut up. Khlekov said angrily.

"Find out now! If you don't figure it out and miss the chance to fight, I will hold you accountable!"

The accompanying officials fled away, and Khlekov sat there, lost in thought.

It is unlikely that Warsaw will fall. After all, there are troops stationed outside the city. It will only take one or two days at most. Anyway, everything will be settled before I arrive in Warsaw, so I don’t need to worry about it.

Just as Khlekov was about to lie down, he suddenly realized a problem.

Where did the army that came to welcome him come from? An army of tens of thousands of people, even if the Tsar himself reviewed the troops, it would only be this grand.

Soon the news came back that the fall of Warsaw was absolutely true, but what was even more shocking was that in addition to Warsaw, rebellions also occurred in Lodz, Brest, Norwegian, Libawa, Minsk and other places.

Upon hearing this news, Khlekov's head began to buzz and cold sweat soon appeared on his forehead.

Khlekov turned to the two generals who came to greet him and said angrily.

"Are the garrisons outside Warsaw just for show? Who told you to leave your post? Is the order of that idiot Venbetrovsky more important than the order of the Tsar?"

Instead of feeling ashamed of themselves when questioned by Khlekov, the two generals glared at him angrily.

"Didn't you send a letter to the garrison, asking for an inspection of the troops on behalf of the Tsar?"

"Nonsense! When did I ever make such an unreasonable request? Wasn't it Venbetrovsky and Lermonto's idea that you should form the honor guard?"

"No! It's you. We still have your handwritten letter."

"Ridiculous! I don't remember writing anything like this!"

Khlekov roared angrily, but when a piece of letter unfolded, he was dumbfounded.

Written in black and white on the paper was his name, his seal and official ink. The bright red seal could not be faked.

But Khlekov could assure all the gods and Buddhas in the world that the handwriting was definitely not his, and he had never written the letter.