Natasha Petrovich Stolypin cried in her father's arms. ()
"Didn't they agree to accept Russians who are willing to go to China? Why do you want to stay, Dad?"
"Because the land of the motherland needs to be watered with the blood of patriots before it will become fertile and full of hope." After saying this, Stolypin pushed his daughter away fiercely.
"Dad..." Natasha stretched out her hand, but ran into an invisible wall - the perseverance in Stolypin's eyes formed this barrier that could not be broken through. Natasha slowly retracted it
Hands, tears are like overflowing water.
Two goddess girls from the Cossack Paladins stepped forward, grabbed Natasha's left and right hands, and dragged her towards the Baltic Sea in the distance. On the distant sea, the Chinese airship was slowly landing, welcoming a greeting on the mast.
The bright red phoenix flag flying in the cold wind complemented the golden eighteen-star logo on the bow of the ship.
"Dad!" Natasha did not resist and allowed her two subordinates to drag her to the gangplank on the shore. She just called her father over and over again.
Stolypin turned away and looked at the sky that had just cleared up after the heavy snowfall. The warm days when flowers bloom were about to come.
Stolypin raised his hand, took off his black fur hat and held it in his hand, then opened his arms as if to embrace something, allowing himself to fully feel the gentle wind.
"Russia." He muttered in a low voice, not caring about the surprised looks of the dignitaries around him who were squeezing their heads to board the Chinese ship. He just called out the name of the land under his feet, "Great Russia!"
This was the last time Stolypin made his voice heard in public.
**
Nicholas II was alerted by the noise coming from the door. He raised his head and was surprised to find Queen Alexandra standing outside the door of the room, smiling at him.
"Isn't the Chinese fleet already..."
Nicholas II closed his mouth mid-sentence because he found that the expression on Alexandra's face was so strange. In his memory, his wife had never faced him with such a gentle and watery expression.
He, Alexandra, was arrogant, willful, and obsessed with all kinds of palace battles. She battled wits and courage with those women who wanted to win the favor of Nicholas II. When no one in the palace could take her place, she
They also deliberately want to exclude those new nobles who hope for reform and the implementation of a constitutional monarchy. (.)
There was never a romantic relationship between Nicholas II and Alexandra. What maintained them were various political considerations and a purely sexual relationship.
Since the birth of their youngest son, they no longer even have a sexual relationship.
But now, Alexandra is wearing a brand new dress, dressed like an unmarried princess. She stands there with a smile so gentle that it can even cover up the wind and frost of the years.
This shocked Nicholas II.
He had never realized so strongly that his wife was only thirty-six years old and still had charm.
"Oh, dear," Nicholas II called his wife softly. "You should go to the seaside. The children need you."
"The mob is still far away." Alexandra slowly walked into her husband's room. Every step she took was perfectly in line with the court etiquette she learned from Queen Victoria, and she looked so graceful and luxurious. "So I tried my best to
I'll stay with you for a while longer if possible, and I'll wait for the second batch of Chinese fleets."
She came to her husband, pressed her hands gently on his shoulders, and continued: "Nikki, I know. There is no second fleet. Your expression just now told me everything. I am the Romanov dynasty.
As the last queen, it is my responsibility and my pride to spend the last days with my husband and face the end of the dynasty with my husband."
Nicholas II gently took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and moved his hands to his shoulders. Overlapping his wife's hands, he rested the back of his head on his wife's belly. The hard texture of the corset made him feel at ease inexplicably.
"You know, I am ashamed of this country." Nicholas II said. "My teacher Bedonoschaev taught me that this country needs reform. He told me the reasons why the Western European powers are strong and told me about industrialization.
What kind of governing body and what kind of people does the country need? He wanted me to take Russia on this path. But my father told me that the people need to be controlled and suppressed. As long as there are enough troops, the world will surrender.
Under our feet.
"I have been swinging between the ideas they instilled in me, and I was hesitant. At first I wanted to reform, but when I saw those people wanted to take power away from me, I remembered my father's words,
So I wanted to expand as my father said, but the British were against us everywhere. We finally found China, but they were beaten black and blue.
"Looking at China's rapid rise under the promotion of Lin Youde, I finally realized that the teachings of Teacher Bedonoschaif were correct. The Chinese defeated the giants just by relying on a string of industrialized island chains in the Pacific.
Russia. I wanted to correct my mistakes and appointed Stolypin, but now I have no chance."
"Nikki," Alexandra gently hugged her husband's neck, "you have done a good job, you have done a good job."
The queen paused and continued: "I never knew that two people could get such great comfort just by embracing each other like this. I always want to give my life more protection and be hostile to all potential enemies, but now I
Only then did I realize that all those things are not as scary as this hug. Now, Nicky, did I discover it too late?"
"No, I think it's not too late."
Nicholas II let go of his wife's hand and was about to stand up. At this moment, two crisp gunshots were heard outside the door. A few seconds later, a large group of Guards soldiers surrounded several people wearing black coats.
A man with a red cloth wrapped around his arm broke into Nicholas II's room. His big leather boots stuck with snow and mud stepped on the expensive carpet, leaving footprints one after another.
"What's going on?" Nicholas II stood up, his feet trembling slightly, and Alexandra silently supported his body from behind, "Where is General Alexei?"
"If you are talking about the commander of the Guards," the leader in black coat said with contempt, "he is lying on the corridor outside the door, with two holes in his body."
As he spoke, the black coat took out a piece of paper, spread it out, and read loudly to Nicholas II: "The St. Petersburg Soviet of Workers, Peasants and Soldiers conveys the order of the Supreme Soviet of Vladivostok to charge treason and crimes against the people."
Arrest Tsar Nicholas II, Empress Alexandra Feodorovna, and all their children."
After reading the brief order, the black coat looked around and shook his head: "However, it seems that the children cannot be caught. I ask you two to be aggrieved."
Nicholas II looked back and forth at the Praetorian Guards soldiers, and he found that everyone was looking at him with a face of deep hatred.
"So, do you even hate me to this extent?"
"You just know." Black Coat took out a cigarette from his arms, held it in his mouth, lit it with a match, and then used the match to light the order he had just read, "Don't you choose the Imperial Guards when you choose them?"
You should only look at the body shape and appearance, but also look at their family composition. How can those whose families have died because of your stupidity and your extravagance defend you wholeheartedly? Russia has long wanted to kill you sooner or later.
It’s just something.”
With that said, the black coat casually threw the burning order in his hand to the ground and stamped out the flames above.
Firecracker-like gunfire sounded immediately, and the bullets shattered the windows behind the Tsar and the Queen, shattered the exquisite radio lamp and ink bottle on the table, and finally even the chairs and table were mercilessly destroyed.
The Guardsmen kept firing until the rifle magazines were empty.
Nicholas II fell backwards to the ground, and his entire jaw was blown off by a large-caliber rifle bullet. He died almost immediately, so his body lay very upright, and Alexandra struggled a little,
This caused her body to twist into a weird shape, with one thigh still hanging on the fallen chair, and her skirt sliding down her thighs, revealing her fair skin.
The man in black coat walked up to the Tsar and his wife with square steps, and shot each of them in the head.
He turned back, glanced at the revolutionaries in the room, and said: "You must get used to this kind of thing as soon as possible, because you will experience such scenes repeatedly in the future. We must use violence to completely smash these old shackles
, and then we can build a new world. So we cannot have the slightest mercy."
**
On the Baltic coast, Isabella was on the White Trojan, using a telescope to observe the situation on the shore.
"There's something wrong with the troops approaching the shore." Isabella said to the captain of the White Trojan, "They don't look like regular troops. Many of them may have received military training, but they must have not held a gun for a long time.
This is not right."
The captain picked up the telescope, looked at it for a while and agreed: "Something is wrong. It looks like the officers have no epaulettes on their shoulders, and the incoming formation is too scattered. More importantly, why are we sending new troops here now?"
The Russian troops responsible for maintaining order on the shore are sufficient."
Isabella said nothing and continued to use the telescope to observe the approaching crowd in the distance.
After a while, she said: "Is it the troops escorting Alexandra?"
Alexandra is the granddaughter of Queen Victoria. She was brought to England to live and receive education when she was six years old. Isabella once took classes with her, and the two of them still have intimate photos together - of course, in terms of
Isabella is older than Alexandra in terms of seniority, but the actual age is the other way around.
Regarding Isabella's speculation, the captain of the Trojan shook his head and replied: "No, no matter how desperate the Tsar is, he will not send such a motley army to escort his wife."
Suddenly, Isabella interrupted Officer Rondebell: "Battle report, they are beginning to disperse. There is something fishy here."