"Sir, the latest information from the Russian side, according to your order, a communications team took a single flight with a reconnaissance team last night, and now they have received their telegram indicating that the Tsar family lives in Yekaterinburg. But they have fallen into the hands of the workers' Red Guards and Cica and have been escorted out of the castle,"

After hearing such a telegram, Tang Yunyang asked in confusion.

"Cheka, what kind of fun is Cheka?"

He looked up at Li Jin's confused look on his face. He couldn't even know if he thought about it.

"No matter what he is, you will know when you arrive! Tell them, continue to monitor, and also tell the captain that we are going to leave!"

"Smack it..."

Tang Yunyang turned around and walked two steps, and the gunshot caught up with him. It was certain that if it weren't for the gunshot, he would have forgotten the fierce woman Elena Beier on this boundless prairie.

Tang Yunyang didn't know that there was a reason for "Cheka". If someone told that this "play" was just Kerber of later generations, then he would definitely understand that it turned out that that's all.

The leader of the "Chica" is Felix Derzhinsky. The so-called "Chica" is an institution that combines the struggle with bandit gangs, robbery, and financial corruption with political police tasks.

Before the revolution was launched, the "Chika" had secretly existed between provinces and regions and formed a network. It was even held in June, and the first National Chika Congress. Now, the "Chika" is the main body of the red regime for secret or important actions.

Later, the "play" in Tang Yunyang's mouth was renamed the State Political Security Bureau, the State Political Security Bureau of the People's Committee of the Soviet Union, the People's Committee of the Internal Affairs and the National Security Committee of the Council of Ministers (i.e. the KGB).

If Tang Yunyang knew, then he would definitely know what critical situation had reached at this time. However, if he couldn't get through, he would have to sigh that he had a bad fate. After all, using a light soldier from thousands of kilometers away to go to secret rescue is not easy.

Fortunately, things have not yet reached a very deterioration. But a 300 old cavalrymen who were rushing to Yekaterinburg, who were loyal to the royalists, reported the purpose of rescue and were bringing bad luck there.

Because Yekaterinburg had fallen into the hands of the uprising Bolshevik Party at this time, and the "Chika" here received an order from Lenin, chairman of the Russian Central Revolutionary Committee, that if the Tsar could be stolen by others, he would carry out a secret execution.

It can be seen that sometimes kindness may not necessarily lead to good things.

Tang Yunyang, who was rushing to the place, didn't know that he and his men were just studying the information from the reconnaissance team over and over again on the airship, determining the methods and means of the assault.

According to the plan, they will land outside Yekaterinburg at night. They will quickly formulate an assault method based on actual conditions and implement it immediately.

All of this was unaware of Nicholas II's family who were trapped in the castle. Instead, they were looking forward to the rescue of the 300 old soldiers who were rushing here in the legend.

Time passed by minute by minute, which also indicates that the Tsarist families representing the old era were approaching the moment when they perished step by step.

A few months ago, Tsar Nicholas II handed over his crown in the torrent of the February Revolution and became a prisoner of the new bourgeois provisional government headed by Grand Duke Lewof.

What happened later was that their request to take refuge in Britain was rejected by the allies in the war, and they did not rely on the Americans, although their fleets had gathered in the Arctic Circle and Vladivostok.

Now, among the desperate news, the only thing that can comfort him is his childhood classmate Prince Torgoruki, and the other one is the loyal Tadischev to discuss the situation together.

They were with two women who followed the queen, one was her newspaper waiter, and the other was her female companion Ekaderina Schneider, who was studying Russian in Harrogat, who had been taking care of the queen's rheumatism after she got married.

"Look, no one will pay us lunch anymore. This is not a good thing!"

Although the situation was quite chaotic, the former Tsar Nicholas II tried his best to maintain his demeanor. The two friends around him had a gloomy face, and almost everyone understood that when the Bolsheviks completely took power, it would be difficult for them to spare the Tsar who hated them, even his family.

His classmate moved his steps, looked outside, and came back and told him whispered.

"Lord, I have the news that now there is a soldier who is loyal to you who is rushing here by the knights, I want to..."

Nickla II moved his bearded chin, as if he wanted to say something, but the soreness in his throat made him tilt his head up, suppressing the feelings again in the depths of his chest.

"No, I think you know that the news that the Russian army suffered heavy losses on the front line has completely destroyed the image of the "little father" that our family has tried hard to create in the minds of the people for hundreds of years. Now it will be very difficult to get such a crown again. If possible..."

As he said that, the Tsar turned his eyes to his children, who were Olija, Tajiana, Maria, Anastasia, and Crown Prince Alexe. At this moment, the children were gathering in a small circle composed of several benches, listening to his eldest daughter Olija read books to them.

Although the children occasionally exclaimed awe or laughter for the characters in the story and their adventures, Nicholas II still felt the panic in their hearts.

"Two gentlemen, I think you need to leave. As for me, I think my destiny is probably a destiny, but... But my children, my god, I really want to know how those Bolsheviks will treat them. They are still children. If possible, I am willing to run down and beg Lenin. I just hope he can let my children go..."

When Nicholas II said these words, his dignity out of disguise suddenly collapsed. He could not imagine how his daughters and his sons would behave when they faced the gun.

"Oh, my god... God please save my child!"

When Nicholas II said this, he raised his head again, tears flowing down his cheeks.

His classmates, Prince Torgoruki and the loyal Mr. Tadischev, looked at each other, not because of the tears of Nicholas II. But because they could not give accurate views on whether the Soviet government would attack the underage children.

"Lord, I think since they declared that they were a group of righteous and civilized people, or... probably... they wouldn't do such inhuman things!"

When he was young, he finally gritted his teeth and hesitated to say something comforting to others. He probably wouldn't believe these words himself, and he could not see such kindness from the Bolsheviks' past actions.

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Queen Alexandra Feodorovna would not participate in this discussion and concern about the situation, but her eyes were still covered with a look of worry from time to time.

She was the princess of the Principality of Hessen-Darmstadt, and at that time his name was Alice Victoria Helen Louise. As a mother, she was knitting a stocking for her youngest son, Crown Prince Alecsai. Although it seems too early to make such arrangements this month.

But it seemed that there was a force in the dark that prompted her to work hard and desperately, and quickly complete the work.

While other sisters and brother Alexei were listening to the story, Nicholas II's youngest daughter, who was 16 or less than 17 years old, was watching his mother's flying hands, but shed tears without realizing it.

She didn't know what they would have. Yesterday she was free to send telegrams to Shanghai, but today, they were already locked up in the prison in Yekadelinburg.

Here at 8 a.m. every day, they must all get up, dress up for inspection and name. If you have good luck, there may be black coffee and stale bread in the early morning.

Then, they had to wait until 2pm to have a meal, sometimes later than that. Although there was a female chef and waiter, there was nothing to cook, and the food was brought from a collective canteen in the Soviets.

Sometimes, in the afternoon, the father would walk along the courtyard walls with her sisters. There they could see red flags flying on the roof of the prison where they were imprisoned, and machine guns were set up around the cross on the large bowl of the Ascension Cathedral, which was close to them.

At that time, listening to the voices of life and freedom around the prison will also make a certain hope for life surge in people's hearts.

Anastasia glanced out the window, and the sky there seemed to be raining. It was as heavy and gloomy as her mood, filled with heavy and gloomy clouds.
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