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Perhaps even Yusorov himself did not know that at this time he became the object of a struggle between the two factions of the Kremlin. There was a chase between the royalists, led by Ivan IV and Tuchkov, and the princely party, led by Shuysky.

Ivan IV was not afraid that Shuisky would take the lead, he was just trying to control all the unstable factors. When Tuchkov left for Yusorov's militia regiment, he and Tuchkov went their separate ways.

At this time, Yusorov was drunk in the tent, the bottle was poured again, and the crystal and mellow liquid was flowing down the spout of the pot drop by drop, and a good dream was in full swing.

。 The head of the militia regiment was originally an informal organization that existed only to assist and compensate for the lack of numbers of the tsar's regular guards.

Vodka at this time was not called vodka, but was called shochu by Slavic livestock. At first, it was used as a medicine for disinfection and anesthesia, but from Ivan III onwards the state monopoly on this wine was formalized.

The entire militia regiment, which had nothing to do, was shattered by the sudden sound of horses' hooves.

Grand Duke Tuchkov lifted the tent and saw Yusorov sitting soundly asleep in a chair. He walked up to the other with a gloomy face and picked up the wine bottle on the ground. However, he raised his head too high and fell to the ground hard.

With a crisp sound, Yusorov woke up from his sleep, and he looked up in a daze, seeing Tyuchkov standing in front of him.

He rubbed his bloodshot eyes, apparently not recovering from last night's hangover.

"Damn, who are you?"

Tuchkov turned his head, looked at the drunken man next to him, and said calmly, "Grand Duke Tuchkov." ”

Tuchkov?

Yusorov filtered the name through his mind, and finally his eyes widened as if he remembered something.

"Drunkard, remember my name now, right? But I'm not here today to find fault with you, but to give you a chance to choose. Whether you can seize this opportunity or not depends on what you say next. ”

"What chance?"

Yusorov sat upright, and he had a sense of foreboding about what Tuchkov had said.

"In a quarter of an hour, your cousin, the Grand Duke of Shuysky, rushed into the militia in a carriage and asked for you by name. He will tell you the bad news that his son Dimitri was killed on suspicion of assassinating the Tsar, and emphasize that the Shuisky family is now embattled. He could overthrow Ivan IV and install the Tsar's mentally retarded brother Yuri as the master of the new Kremlin. And all you have to do is lead this militia to attack the Kremlin and assist him in capturing the young Tsar. ”

Hearing this, Yusorov nervously wiped the sweat from his forehead, at this time the wine was completely sober, and after listening to Tyuchikov's narration, he finally realized the seriousness of this conversation.

This is for Yusorov to make a choice, because he is the last card in the hand of Grand Duke Shuisky. And it is also possible that Tuchkov ambushed the army outside the tent.

Yusorov subconsciously poked out of the tent, glanced at it, and vaguely saw that there seemed to be some people walking back and forth outside the tent. He did not know whether it was the Tsar's Praetorian Guards or his own people, and when Yusorov, who had spared his life, climbed to this position, he did not dare to bet his life.

"I promise your request, I can promise you whatever you want, as long as you don't hurt me and my family. Even if you ask me to cooperate in the settlement of Grand Duke Shuisky, I will agree. Whatever! ”

Yusorov rubbed his hands uneasily, and from time to time he raised his head to look at Tuchkov in front of him. I saw that the other party stood up slowly, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered, "Congratulations, Yusorov." ”

He breathed a sigh of relief, and before the gloom that had filled his mind had cleared, he saw the Tsar's guards rushing in, dressed in nail armor smocks, and a whole piece of disc armor on their chests glowing pale white in the sunlight.

"You just picked up a life from hell."

At this time, the Tsar's guards were rushing in the direction of the residence of the Grand Duke Shuisky, and Ivan IV rode his horse and looked with a serious expression at the crowd fleeing on both sides of the street. He felt more and more the authority of being the monarch of a country.

People have an innate fear of his gloomy eyes.

Who would have imagined that a few months ago, Ivan IV and Archbishop Kamali even whispered to Grand Duke Andrei Shuisky for mercy and spared him, and the archbishop's robe was torn, and Ivan was pale and powerless. For the first time, the thirteen-year-old realizes that cowardice can lead to a situation of being slaughtered by others, and that the ministers are still controlling the power that belongs to him.

After the historical Ivan IV eliminated Grand Duke Andrei Shuisky, the Glinsky family took the opportunity to control the government, executing their opponents, or exiling them, and even quitting the tongue of the noble Budurin on the grounds of insulting words. Andrei's death was only the beginning of the next ripple effect, in which several ambitious families replaced each other, one after the other, and when the head of the family fell, his brother, brother, uncle, son, nephew or cousin took his place, no one could kill everyone at the same time. He even complained at the opening of the Council of Stolgrave that "our aristocracy rules the country as they please, because no one opposes their rule." He was surrounded by a group of people who tended to be inflammatory.

A pack of wild dogs frantically tore at the power that fell next to them, but they didn't see a wolf staring at them.

And this time, everything is different.

The complete destruction of the power of a Moscow prince can only be done in the most resolute and cruel way, with a lot of blood shed and a lot of people killed.

He remembered a certain leader from Georgia and his iron-clad approach to Moscow. Eradicate all dissidents in the most brutal way and drag them to Siberia to freeze into an ice sculpture.

"It's not enough to shed one person's blood, you have to make it clear to everyone that in the face of absolute power, the conspiracy of political clowns is not worth a single bullet in a firing squad."

That term was already firmly engraved in his mind, and in the face of the corrupt and incompetent Moscow court, Ivan IV finally had to make an earth-shattering change.

Synonymous with political terror etched in history.

From now on, it will become a symbol to be emulated and worshiped by all Russia's iron-fisted rulers.

The Great Purge.