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 ban on transatlantic slaves Trade will never cooperate with black people."
Major Auriol 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: "A higher goal?"
"Yes," Auriol nodded, "For example, to promote the independence of Jamaica."
>"This, how is this possible? The British will send out an expeditionary force at any time. Even the people of the 'Dignity Movement' will never be their opponents!"
Auriol seemed full of confidence:
“Of course it’s impossible with Jamaica alone, but if we can get the support of Saint-Domingue and even all the islands in the Caribbean, we can defeat anyone.”
The white "overseer" sighed and said:
"I still think we shouldn't act in such a hurry. Those soldiers still need at least three months of training..."
"No, Bu Mr. Lane, please believe me, we will definitely win. The uprising must be launched on the 15th."
Seeing that he was so sure, the others said nothing more.
Right now, Saint-Domingue is the "lighthouse" of abolition in the Caribbean. As a representative of Saint-Domingue, Auriol's words are absolutely authoritative.
At most it would be another failure. Anyway, there would be a slave uprising every few years. Everyone thought so. For the black slaves on the island, perhaps dying in battle was better than being tortured all day on the plantation.
However, only Auriol knew that on the 4th of this month, three days later, the French expeditionary force would land in Saint-Domingue and be "defeated" by Auger's army on the 9th.
Subsequently, inspired by this victory, slave uprisings will break out in Jamaica, the Bahamas and the West Indies at the same time on the 15th. The black rebel army in Saint-Domingue will also provide them with reinforcements depending on the situation.
The entire Caribbean will be completely on fire!
……
Petersburg.
In an office of the British Embassy in Russia, Lord Whitworth, the ambassador to Russia, listened to the report of his subordinates and could not help frowning and shaking his head:
"We must admit that the King of Poland is a Huge trouble.
“Not only did he influence the Tsar, he was now even able to interfere with operations against the Polish war faction. ”
“This is indeed a bit tricky. His assistant Jos looked embarrassed, "But the Tsar obviously loved him very much." The establishment of a constitution in Poland this time was explained by him as 'to facilitate the tsar's management of Poland', and the tsar actually accepted this argument. ”
"Is it possible to get him back to Warsaw?"
"This... I'm afraid it won't be easy."
Lord Whitworth recalled what his assistant had just reported about Stanislaw II. The situation in the world - they have already set up spies in the Winter Palace and can understand every move of the people around the Tsar in detail.
He suddenly thought of something and looked at his assistant: "That pretty boy, oh, Zubov, why can he tolerate an extra man beside the Tsar?"
"This, Your Excellency, He seemed to think that the King of Poland was just a 'musician' and did not challenge his status. ”
"Musician?"
"Yes, the Tsar usually just listens to Stanislaw II singing and chats with him, and doesn't spend the night with him."
Whit Lord Voss's eyes suddenly lit up: "Then we will try to make his lover's status more official."
"What do you mean?"
"You contact us immediately at the Winter Palace People, let her do this...and then..."
Three days later.
Catherine II squinted her eyes and leaned on the lounge chair, listening to her Stasi finish singing "Amours Interdits" comfortably, applauding him to show her appreciation, and then gave a long yawn.
She turned her head and glanced at the clock. It was already 9 o'clock in the evening, so she signaled to the maid standing at the door: "Bring me my coat." "Yes, Your Majesty."
The maid got the mink coat and helped the tsar put it on.
The latter casually said to her maid: "Zina, is Praden in the bedroom?"
As usual, she was going to find the "little fresh meat" to go to bed.
The maid hesitated for a moment, but immediately remembered the 5,000 rubles, so she gritted her teeth, lowered her head and said:
"Your Majesty, General Zubov is not in your bedroom. He will be there in the afternoon. She said she was a little tired and seemed to be going back to her room to rest. "
She received a large amount of money from Lord Whitworth a few days ago, and these words were all said at the latter's request.
She was not worried about being discovered by the tsar, because she could completely deduce that "General Zubov might have gone to the toilet at that time, so he was not in the bedroom. He misunderstood."
The tsar could at most reprimand her a few times. There won't be any danger.
Ekaterina II frowned slightly, lay back on the chair again, and signaled to Stanislaw II:
“Stasi, let’s chat for a while longer. Let's do it."
Seeing this, the maid Zina hurriedly asked the maid to burn the fireplace more brightly, while she quietly lit the incense that had been placed nearby.
Stanislaw II then began to talk sweetly, occasionally including a few "private things" about politics.
On the other hand, 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.
Ekaterina II suddenly reached out and took him into her arms, and whispered: "Stashi, 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 around anxiously in Catherine II’s bedroom, and finally couldn’t help but wave to his entourage again:
“Again Go check out the situation.”
“Yes, sir.”
After a while, the attendant returned, lowered his head very low, and whispered:
"Master, I heard the maid said that His Majesty is in the old guy's room, and... the lights have been turned off."
“Damn it!”
Zubov’s face was horribly gloomy. He punched the wall and murmured repeatedly:
“No, I Something must be done, something must be done..."
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, dared to spend the night with His Majesty the Tsar today!
His eyes suddenly froze, he turned around and returned to his room, and began to write a letter to Potemkin.
A few days later, Potemkin, who was in Iasi, frowned when he looked at 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.
(End of this chapter)