Chapter three hundred and eighty seventh secret travel
Updated: 2013-04-22
Before the little Nichola returned to the embassy could take Catherine back to his bedroom, the servant at the door said to him directly: "Master, Lord Duke, let you go and see him immediately as soon as you come back."
Although it made Little Nichola feel a little sorry for Catherine in the room, his father was so anxious to summon him, he definitely had something to discuss.
In the living room, Old Nikola was sitting on a leather chair. In just over half a year, his fat body had become a little old. Unlike Little Nikola who gave up, Old Nikola was the prince of Russia after all, and he was very careful and did his best when negotiating with the Northeast. However, his side was completely in a weak and passive position on the battlefield. If the cold winter had delayed the Northeast Insurance Team, perhaps the negotiations had been spared, and the Northeastern people might have settled in Moscow now.
Of course, this is just a complaint in Old Nicholas's own heart. Everyone understands that at least in the past decade, Northeast China has not had such invincible and powerful strength. If this was not clear, Old Nicholas would not accept the orders of Alexander III and come to Northeast China to participate in this humiliating ceasefire negotiation.
But then again, although Alexander III was not as wise as his father and was determined to kill, he was not the foolish monarchs in history. Considering that he did not have any bargaining chips that could suppress the Northeast, in order to relieve pressure on the old Nikolavic in the East, he ordered the frontline troops to launch a sneak attack on the Northeast Insurance Team stationed in the fortress fortress group at a low temperature of minus 40 degrees Celsius. At first, he did achieve certain results, and the two border fortresses were broken. The Russian army, with great morale, seemed to have found the momentum to counterattack Napoleon's attack back then, but the progress of technology in the times made this fanatical atmosphere a joke.
From the moment the Russian army's night attack began, Zheng Haitao, who had been stationed on the front line to command the battle, received news. Although the cold weather and slippery roads made the military intention of aiding the attacked fortress shattered, in the next few days, with the help of the Air Force, the Northeast Insurance Team immediately launched a counterattack.
The huge gap in weapons and armament between the two sides quickly extinguished the Russian army's arrogance. In the battle for a week and three days, although there were not many soldiers who died under the artillery fire in the Northeast, the harsh winter in the north became a fatal killer. Before the expedition, the army of 30,000 people returned, which included thousands of disabilities.
The old Duke Nicholas of Shengjing also knew that His Majesty's Tsar had done his best and he could not ask for too much in front of him. The negotiations lasted for half a year, and the attitude of the Northeast was like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard, without any compromise. As time went by, the weather began to gradually warm. From Shengjing to St. Petersburg, the Russians' mood not only did not become soothing and warm with the spring, but became increasingly nervous and anxious. Because their greatest reliance was, the biggest weapon to delay the Northeast Insurance Team - the cold winter! They were about to leave them.
Little Nicholas walked into the room and saw his father, feeling a little distressed. He found that the middle-aged man in front of him had only been missing for two days and had become older. This was no longer a strong man who had been impressed with omnipotence and broad shoulders, and could shelter him from wind and rain. Now in front of him is just an old man in a gorgeous coat, just like the northern empire he represented.
"You are here!" Old Nichola tried to squeeze out a smile on his haggard and tired face. Speaking of which, he knew that his son had done his actions in the past three months, and had given up on himself and spent all day long, and had no appearance that the imperial negotiator should have. However, he did not blame his son, everything was bad for himself. When His Majesty the Tsar launched a winter offensive, his son strongly opposed it, believing that such military adventure had no meaning. The Russian army had no chance of winning, but would anger the centrists among the top leaders of the Northeast and push them into the radicals. The result was just as Nicholas predicted, when the sneak attack began, the Northeast suspended negotiations. It was not until he was forced to make concessions in Central Asia that the negotiations were restarted.
"Father!" Little Nichola cheered up and saluted his father. "What are the instructions to come here so late?"
“New news is available in St. Petersburg.”
Little Nichola didn't say anything, waiting for her father to continue talking.
"Your Majesty has decided to send Pobetonos Tchaiff to assist us in the negotiations..."
When he heard this, Little Nicholas was shocked because the status sent by Alexander III was extraordinary.
Pobetonostchai was the most respected counselor of Alexander III, and his official position was the Director of the Orthodox General Administration.
"How could he send him here?" Little Nichola asked with some confusion: "Is he not the Crown Prince's personal teacher? He has left, who is responsible for the Crown Prince's studies?"
The crown prince is the last tsar of later generations - Nicholas II. His Russian name is Alexandrovich Romanov. He is exactly twenty years old this year. Because of his cowardly and indecisive personality, he is not popular with Alexander III.
Speaking of this, little Nichola suddenly realized, looked at his father, and said, "Can it be..."
Grand Duke Nicholas nodded slightly and said, "Pordos Tchaifu is just a cover-up. The person who came to this time was His Royal Highness."
"O God!"
Chapter completed!