Chapter 496 For victory, Russia can cooperate with the devil! (Please book, please vote)
"What did you say? March 1st? Today is March 1st?" Tsar Nicholas suddenly felt a thrill in his throat, and then he burst out with a violent cough like a roar of white cannons.
Sputum splashed on the Crimean Peninsula on the tabletop, dyeing the Sevastopol fortress into the color of Crimean frozen soil.
Admiral Orlov's cold sweat rolled down the gully on his face. He saw the Tsar suddenly pouring a sip of cocaine, and then he barely suppressed the violent coughing like a bombardment.
"Your Majesty, you, this is...\n..." The cavalry general looked at the Tsar, his blue eyes filled with fear.
The Tsar swallowed another mouthful of thick phlegm with a bloody smell, and his face became even more flushed. He waved his hand and said calmly, "It's just a cough. It's been two or three days. At first, it's just a discomfort in his throat, but later it's like
It developed into a light cough, and now it's a bit serious... Maybe it's a cold, so it doesn't matter."
Is it really okay? The cavalry general immediately came up with a negative answer in his heart: No! The Tsar never gets sick! Never! His body is like a cast of steel, and he can work more than a dozen times every day.
When I was a child, I seemed to be tireless. But now, the Tsar Nicholas, who had never been sick, was sick.:::,
No, this must be the curse that took effect!
"Your Majesty, you are sick!" The cavalry general did not dare to say the word "curse", for fear of irritating the Tsar, "You need a doctor, please let me summon the doctor and the Crown Prince for you...
.If you need to rest for a few days, he can just command the war on the front line of Crimea for you. He is a wise and wise prince.
You can trust him completely."
After General Orlov said this, Tsar Nicholas also felt that he was really sick, and he might have been cursed by the devil... You need to be careful!
He touched his forehead with his hand again, as if it was a little hot and a little dizzy. Maybe he had a fever. When he thought of the "devil's curse", he was also a little scared: "Okay, go and call Alexander, and
Archbishop Jihonov and the chief imperial physician of the Winter Palace all called me!"
"Yes! His Majesty the Tsar."
When he heard the Tsar asks the Archbishop of Petersburg, Jihonov, to the Winter Palace, General Orlov felt a little relieved. This was a respected Orthodox clergy who had preached in the Far East and the American continents, and was about Eastern religions.
Faith is extremely researchy, so it should be able to deal with curses from the East?
In the evening, the military boots of the Russian Crown Prince Alexander, who had arrived in a hurry, knocked on the marble floor of the malachite hall, and the cousin Natalia, who had arrived with him, had her mink cloak swept across the sides of the corridor.
The gilded wall lamp casts an uneasy shadow on the wall. When Alexander learned that his father was sick, he was holding a dance in his mansion to see off the young noble officers who were about to return to the front line of Crimea. The beautiful female grand duke
As the most popular princess at the Petersburg Ball, she also visited the Crown Prince's palace, so she rushed to the Hermitage together.
When they pushed open the oak door carved with double-headed eagles in the Tsar's bedroom, many well-dressed figures had gathered inside.
Tsar Nicholas lay in a gold embroidered bed with his eyes closed and his forehead was covered with a wet towel that cooled down. Archbishop Jihonov stood beside him, holding the Bible and chanting the Orthodox Exorcism.
Text: "In the name of the Holy Father and the Son...:"
"Your Highness..." Chief Medical Officer Pavlov walked towards Alexander, his face full of anxiety, "His Majesty the Tsar suddenly had a high fever this afternoon, which may be caused by a cold!"
"Pneumonia?" Alexander's self-light stopped on the old bishop Jihonov, who was still in the old bishop. "What is the Archbishop doing?"
"He is...\n." The chief medical officer lowered his voice, "The Archbishop is exorcizing the demons for His Majesty the Tsar!"
"What?" Prince Alexander was shocked when he heard this, "Exorcism? Why do pneumonia need to exorcism?"
"Because your Majesty is probably cursed, he has pneumonia!" Cavalry General Orlov saluted the crown prince, and then presented the telegram sent by Rome with both hands.
Prince Alexander took the telegram with confusion, and after a few glances, his face changed drastically: "This is a vicious curse!"
"Yes!" Admiral Orlov's cavalry focused heavily, "This is a curse... a magic attack from China!"
"Magic Attack?" Natalia, who arrived at the Winter Palace with Alexander, also showed a look of surprise on her white and delicate face, "Didn't it mean that Luo Yaoguo can only predict and cannot conduct magic attacks?"
The cavalry general said in a tone that seemed to be a death-receiving: "He predicted that His Majesty the Tsar would die in March."
"March?" Prince Alexander was surprised, "It's February 17th."
"That's the Russian calendar," the cavalry general shook his head, "He was talking about the Gregorian calendar, today is March 1,
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"O God!" Alexander cut a cross on his chest.
"It's so scary!" Natalia's face turned as white as white paper, saying that March...::... March 1st will not work! This is really a devil!
Archbishop Jihonov's exorcist scripture seemed to have some effect. Tsar Nicholas opened his blood-covered eyes and coughed a few times: "Alexander...:...Come here!"
Prince Alexander quickly stopped his conversation with Orlov and Pavlov, and quickly walked to the side of the Tsar's bed. Looking at his father who was almost instantly knocked down by the "curse", his face was full of panic.
Distraught.
"I'm very cold, let them heat up the fire a little." The Tsar, who had never been afraid of the cold, said in a hoarse voice.
"Yes!" The chief guard of the palace agreed, and then listened to his order, "Hurry, add some firewood to the fireplace!"
"Father, don't worry too much, it's just a cold...\n." Prince Alexander said, "You have a good rest for a while... ::...you will get better."
"No, no...::.:" Tsar Nicholas shook his head and said weakly, "I originally wanted to hand over an empire that works well into your hands, but unfortunately I messed up...
.I did not take good care of Russia! This country is now full of disadvantages and has lost its former glory. It is surrounded by enemies on all sides. The navy is trapped in the military ports of the Black Sea and the Baltic Sea. The army cannot repel the invading French and British...:
::.European allies betray us! And Asia.::::.The devils of Asia are attacking us in an unknown way, and we have no defensive means...:.Sasha
, I have to ask you all this, please take good care of Russia!"
This is almost a will!
Prince Alexander didn't know how to comfort his father for a moment, so he had to look up at Archbishop Jihonov and Chief Medical Officer Pavlov. Both of them shook their heads helplessly.
The curse or disease that the Tsar suffered was too great, and they had no way to deal with it. In fact, it was the high fever caused by acute pneumonia. If there was an expired amoxicillindan, Tsar Nicholas would jump up to work the night shift tonight.
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But there is no such medicine in Petersburg, and there is no such medicine in the whole of Europe!
Therefore, the only one who can defeat pneumonia is the Tsar's own body, but more than a year of war and long-term alcoholism,
It has dragged down his body, so the high fever has come so violently.
All doctors in this era can do is physical cooling to prevent the patient from being too hot and being "burned" to death, and then they can only give everything to God...
"Sasha," the Tsar's hoarse voice rang again, "Come here, get closer...::
Alexander hurriedly approached, leaned down, and almost touched his ears to the Tsar's lips: "Sasha... There are no eternal enemies in the world, no eternal devils, only eternal interests...\n.
..If the devil can save Russia, then we should cooperate with the devil without hesitation..:::.Russia never hates the devil, the loser that Russia hates!”
"For Russia, do whatever it takes...\n.\nRussia must win...\n.
In the intermittent words of Tsar Nicholas, beads of soybean sweat appeared on Alexander's forehead. In the dark, an invisible but huge pressure was pouring towards him!
March 4, London, England.
The March sunshine is like melted butter on the base of the Buckingham Palace window, and the wisteria flower shadows weave a lilac spider web on the Persian carpet through the stained glass. Queen Victoria's thin silk skirt swept across the parquet floor, and the lily of the valley embroidered on the skirt is as follows.
Frightened with pace.
The charming queen pushed open the door of her husband Prince Albert's office and saw a middle-aged man who had already felt a little disappointed, lying on the desk, looking at a telegram with a sad face.
"Dear Albert, why is it so anxious to call me here for something great?" asked Queen Victoria.
This queen has never been a diligent monarch. She is lazy, doesn't like to study, and doesn't care about her country and people. The only two things she is interested in are going to bed with her husband to do happy things and have children...::.\
n.She is already the mother of eight children, and there will be a ninth one in the future.
As for national affairs, oh, the British monarch of this era is not completely "empty" and still has a lot of real power, but that is all the matter of the king's husband and prince Albert. He has to manage the country during the day and serve the queen at night.
, is the most laborious man in the whole country, so he ages very quickly, obviously a little younger than the queen.
But he looks like he is more than ten years older.
And today, this British husband found that he had to take care of mortals and gods... He was really a little overwhelmed!
"What happened!" Prince Albert sighed and smiled bitterly, "The Ministry of Foreign Affairs sent an urgent telegram from Berlin..... The Tsar is dead! It is very likely that he was cursed to death by someone!
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"Spell...screw to death?" The queen was stunned, "Albert, are you too tired? Have you had hallucinations? How could such a ridiculous thing be in the world...::
Chapter completed!