Yakutsk Fort has been besieged for three months, and various materials have gradually begun to be in short supply. Although the army's supply is still sufficient, the lives of the common people have become difficult. But this is only for ordinary people, and those who have the ability still have enough food and clothing.
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In the inner hall of the "Ji" shop, Jigurfu swallowed another big mouthful of chicken soup and let out a big burp with satisfaction. He had no choice but to eat a whole leg of lamb in his belly. He was so stuffed! Ya
Before Fort Kutsk was surrounded, he had ordered people to prepare a large amount of supplies and hide them in hidden places in the city. It would be a joke if the dignified envoy of the North Town of Imperial Guards starved to death in the city!
Deputy Qianhu Chuhong, dressed as a clerk, broke in and said, "My boss, there is something going on in the Governor's Mansion. My subordinates saw the Governor's guards escorting several people into the mansion."
Jigurf perked up and said, "Did you see clearly? Are they arresting Rakshasa or Mongolians?"
"You can see clearly from your humble position that you are a Rakshasa."
"Okay! It's done!"
Jigurf became excited instantly, as if he had been given a shot of blood, and shouted at Chu Hong: "Choose a few capable people and follow me to Fedotov's mansion."
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Franzbekov, the warlord of Yakutsk, has been very troubled recently. Not only has he suffered successive defeats on the battlefield, but he has also received news that someone among his own people wants to harm him.
Someone tipped him off that several wealthy businessmen in the city, Fedotov, Oskerkov, and Neradovsky, were plotting to write to the Tsar, accusing him of colluding with the Ming army and planning to surrender Yakutsk.
Surrender to the Ming Dynasty. He was shocked when he heard that this crime was no small matter. It was treason, and could be punished by hanging at the least, or implicating his family in the worst!
These bastards, just accuse me of taking bribes, accuse me of treason, they are deliberately denying you a way to survive! What grudge do I have against you? How dare you do such a cruel thing!
At first, Franzbekov was still dubious and sent his confidant butler Xie Ming to secretly monitor and investigate these people. It turned out that they were really collecting "evidence" of their crimes. Fedotov's servants even
Investigate all cases of hooking up with married women. How bold, these profiteers really don’t want to live anymore! So what if you have a background in Moscow? I am the master of Yakutsk!
He secretly sent people to closely monitor these families. If he found someone trying to sneak out of the city, he would immediately arrest them.
On this day, after Franzbekov inspected the city defenses, he returned home and made a cup of black tea. This stuff is good, and it is very refreshing after drinking it.
"Master, something big has happened." Xie Ming, the confidant butler, rushed in.
Franzbekov was shocked, "The Ming army attacked the city again?"
"It's not the Ming army, it's those profiteers. They really want to send people to Moscow to falsely accuse you. I intercepted both the messenger and the letter." Xie Ming submitted the letter as if he was taking credit.
Franzbekov opened it and took a closer look. The more he looked at it, the darker his expression became, and his hands began to tremble with anger.
There were three letters. One was written directly to the Tsar, saying that Franzbekov had been bribed by the Ming army and planned to dedicate the entire Yakutsk to the Ming Dynasty as a gift. Fedotov wrote in the letter:
"Dear Your Majesty, that 'son of a German woman' did not regard the great Tsarist Russia as his homeland at all. While he brutally squeezed the flesh and blood of your loyal subjects, he despicably threw it at the emperor of the Ming Dynasty.
Winking??"
The other two letters were written to the tsar's father-in-law, Grand Duke Miloslavsky, and Duma secretary Kist, asking them to fan the flames in front of the tsar and ensure that the "son of a German woman" was killed. p>
The word "son of a German woman" deeply hurt Franzbekov's heart. He had defected to Tsarist Russia for more than thirty years and had already regarded Tsarist Russia as his homeland. Even his original Catholic faith
They all changed to Orthodox Christianity. But I didn’t expect that in the eyes of these Russians, I was still a foreigner!
When a person is sad to a certain extent, there will be no tears, only hatred.
"Fedotov", "Oskerkov", "Neradovsky", the warlord began to mutter the names of the three wealthy businessmen. Each time he read one, he snorted and said ferociously.
His expression is like that of a demon from hell.
"Master, I request that troops be sent to arrest all these guys in the name of treason," Xie Ming said. He is a slave brought by Franzbekov from Germany, and his fate has long been deeply connected with his master. "No, dear Xie Ming, instead of arresting them, we will lead troops to these three families and kill them all. The charge is treason. I will report to His Majesty the Tsar that these profiteers see the critical situation and in order to protect their own
With low life and wealth, I plan to surrender to the Ming army. It’s me, the loyal Franzbekov, who makes a decisive decision and kills the rebellion." This "son of a German woman" said with a sneer, his eyes filled with fear.
The cold light.
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As the night progressed, Fedotov, the leader of the Yakutsk Chamber of Commerce, took a walk in the courtyard and was about to enter his room to rest. In the bedroom, the shy female slave was already ready to serve her master.
Suddenly, a mysterious man in black slipped down from the big tree next to the wall like a ghost. Fedotov was startled, but when he looked closer, he turned out to be his business partner, Jigur, the owner of the "Ji" store.
Husband.
No one likes to be disturbed by uninvited guests late at night. He suppressed his anger and asked: "Old friend, why are you here?"
"It is indeed abrupt to come here late at night, but the matter is urgent, so it can only be like this." Jigurf said with an anxious look: "You don't know yet, right? Your letter to report the warlord has been intercepted by him. Franz left
Kovna is about to send an army to capture you."
"What! What should I do?" Hearing this bolt from the blue, Fedotov was momentarily confused.
"The only solution now is to summon the guards and servants in your family, unite Oskerkov and Neradovsky to attack first, seize Franzbekov and control Yakutsk." p>
Fedotov hesitated, "Without His Majesty the Tsar's will, doing this is tantamount to treason. Besides, the Ming army is just outside the city. What if they take the opportunity to attack?"
Jigurf stared calmly into Fedotov's eyes and said, "You are a smart man. You should know that sooner or later this city will not be able to be defended. Why not just surrender the city to the enemy?"
"Dedicate the city to the Ming Dynasty?"
Fedotov was shocked, thought for a while, and said firmly: "I am different from you. Most of my parents and relatives are in Moscow. Doing this will kill them. Absolutely not!"
"Then control Franzbekov, control the army, and continue the stalemate with the Ming army. How about that?"
"No, it's still treason, and my relatives will still be implicated."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I'm right here, waiting for them to come. I have a background in the DPRK and have not committed any crime, so Franzbekov doesn't dare to do anything to me."
Jigurf was so anxious that he stamped his feet, "You are confused! Whether you have committed a crime or not is not up to anyone else. When the time comes, the governor will arbitrarily lay a charge on you, and your life will not be saved!"
Fedotov suddenly darkened his face, "What is the purpose of your repeated attempts to instigate me to treason? Who are you?"
"I'm just a businessman." Seeing that he was suspicious, Jigurf saluted him, "Since you don't listen to good advice, I can only wish you peace! Farewell!"
After saying that, he quickly walked to the door, shouting "It's a pity" a few times as he walked. He didn't know whether it was a pity that his friend was about to die, or a pity that his plan to instigate civil strife among the Rakshasa failed.