Yakov had been training in throwing these days, and the bridge would definitely be a priority for the Italian police, he couldn't get too close, and the explosives bag was quite heavy. However, fortunately, due to the terrain restrictions, the streets of Venice are generally not wide, and when the convoy passes, the police follow the usual practice to empty the street at most, to ensure that there are no other vehicles and pedestrians on the street. Pedestrians can also be on the streets. There was a turn in the section from the bridge down, and the street was very narrow, so Yakov was now quite sure that he would drop a bag of about ten kilograms of explosives near the target vehicle. Such a large bag of explosives was enough to blow that bulletproof car away.

It was almost time for Akhmatova to put the borrowed child in the stroller, this child had become very familiar with Yakov and Akhmatova these days, unlike in the earlier days, he always liked to cry like to wow, and this child was also very fond of being pushed out by Yakov and Akhmatova in the stroller, and for the last two days he would giggle as soon as he was put in the stroller, and at the same time look around with wide blue eyes.

But today, the child was not very happy when he went out, and he cried again. This was probably because the thick, soft cushion under him had been quietly replaced with a dynamite bag made like a cotton cushion, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Akhmatova simply picked up the little one, and the little one laughed again, and Yakov followed with an empty stroller.

"Hey baby, it's out again? It's so much fun. Roberto, the employee at the bakery around the corner, greeted them, "Are you taking the little guy out for a walk again?" Want to buy bread? We have freshly baked ones in our shop. ”

"Yes, the little one always wants to come outside to play. I'll take care of your business when we get back later. Yakov replied with an effort to smile.

"Okay then." Roberto said, "You seem a little weird today, well, have you found a new job?" If so, it's something to celebrate. Okay, I'm going to get busy too, so I won't bother you. ”

With that, the enthusiastic Italian waved at them and walked over to the bakery.

"There are a lot more police on the streets." Akhmatova whispered to Yakov.

"Don't look at them, that'll get their attention." Yakov bowed his head and replied in a low voice, "Pretend to be the same as before." ”

……

The convoy of delegates had already set off, and the first to cross the bridge was the convoy of the Italian delegates. As hosts, it's also normal for them to arrive first. The Italian representative's convoy consisted of three more cars and two trucks full of police, all heavily armed policemen in the carports.

"The situation with the convoy of the Turks should be about the same." Yakov thought as he looked at the Italian convoy that was slowly turning past not far away, and felt the distance.

The three cars in the middle were flanked by small flagpoles with Italian flags on them, and all three cars were almost identical, but Yakov noticed that the tires of the middle car were wider. He immediately remembered a piece of information collected by his comrades:

"The Mercedes-Benz bulletproof sedan is modified on the basis of the Mercedes-Benz sedan. One of its technical requirements was that it should be very close to the shape of a normal non-bulletproof vehicle in order to confuse a possible attacker. However, after adding a lot of steel plates and very thick bulletproof glass, the weight of the vehicle increased a lot, so the carrying capacity of the original tires was not enough, so this vehicle was equipped with wider tires......"

"If this is a convoy of Turks, then that damn Turkish representative should be sitting in that bulletproof car. I was so sure of this distance that I threw the lit explosive pack in front of it. Yakov began to work out some of the key details of the operation in his head," said the director of the explosives package. Fire. The cable time is very short, only a little more than a second. Guide. Fire. The pull tab of the cord is directly attached to the stroller, as soon as I grab the explosives bag from the car. Fire. The cord was already lit, and I was going to throw it as fast as I could. Then the explosive package will explode quickly, leaving no time for the Turks to react. The Italians have already passed, it should not be long before the Turks arrive. ”

……

The Russian delegate, Ibirich Bakhtin, and his entourage got into a foreign coach provided by the Italians, drove out of the hotel where the Russians lived, and then marched slowly along the riverside street toward the meeting place. Ibirich leaned against the backrest of the back seat, his eyes closed, silently thinking about his thoughts.

"The important thing in this meeting is not to get the Turks to stop the slaughter immediately, but to make it clear to the French and the British that they will clearly support Russia and keep Germany and Austria-Hungary at bay and prevent them from sabotaging the Empire's plans. And in this congress, as much as possible to nail Turkey to the pile of barbarism and inhuman shame. It is important to convince people that our country has made tremendous efforts and made great concessions in order to achieve peace. But the barbarian Turks ruined all this, so the war waged by the Empire against Turkey was the most just war, representing God's punishment of the infidels, of civilization for barbarism, and on behalf of the moon's punishment of ......"

By this time, the Russian convoy had also come to the vicinity of the stone bridge, and the convoy slowed down and drove onto the stone bridge. Ibirich Bakhtin opened the curtain a little and looked out, when suddenly he saw a small runabout on the river, which was splitting the water, dragging the splashing snow waves, rushing towards the stone bridge, and on the foredeck of the speedboat stood a man who seemed to be digging something out.

"Hell! What are those Italian fools doing? Ibiridge scolded, but he didn't immediately realize what was going to happen next. He only faintly heard a few gunshots and some intelligible shouts through the thick bulletproof glass.

Then he felt the whole world shake violently, and then he didn't know anything as soon as his eyes went dark.

……

Because of the turn, Yakov saw the process clearly, just now, as soon as the convoy with the Russian flag got on the bridge, a small speedboat suddenly rushed out of the fork of the river and rushed straight towards the stone bridge, and on the foredeck of the speedboat stood a beard. Several Italian policemen realized that something was wrong and opened fire on the speedboat, but the speedboat was too fast, and the policemen had pistols in their hands, so it was unlikely that they would hit the target.

At this time, Yakov saw that the bearded man had taken out a red flag with the pattern of the stars and the moon from his bosom, and shouted "Allahu Akbar", and then he crashed into the pier of the bridge with the speedboat, and then the speedboat exploded violently, and the entire stone bridge, along with the convoy on it, flew into the sky.

"What's going on?" Yakov was stunned for a moment.

……

It is clear that the convoy of the Turks will not come again. Yakov took Akhmatova back to the small rented house. Soon they heard the news that the entire Russian delegation had been wiped out in the explosion just now.

Then there were rumors that it was the Turks who carried out this assassination of the Russians, which was revenge for the actions of the Armenians against the Turkish embassy in Paris, France. Because the Turkish newspapers openly accused the Russians of providing training and a truckload of explosives for the Armenian thugs. And Turkish officials have publicly stated that they will retaliate.

As for the real culprit of this operation, there has been controversy in later history. The history books of the Russians have always firmly believed that the assassination was carried out by the Turks on the grounds that the Turkish attacker was dying waving a Turkish flag and shouting "Allah is greater". Moreover, the Turks' hatred of Russia has never been hidden.

Of course, the Turks say that this is another matter, and most Turks believe that this is a bitter ploy of the Russians in order to find a pretext for waging a war of aggression against Turkey. Others believe that the Armenians posed as Turks in order to provoke war.

The French are generally on the side of Russia on this issue, although they do not see this as an act of the Turkish government, preferring to believe that it is an "individual act". Some even believe that the Germans did it, in order to find a war to realize their ambition to annex all of Europe. As for the Germans, well, a lot of Germans believe that the Italians did it. Because after the war began, Italy used this incident as an excuse to betray the Covenant and side with the British and French. They had long wanted to be traitors to the Allies, so they did it. Of course, a significant proportion of Germans, French, Russians, Italians, and Turks suspected that the British had done this. Reason, do European-stirring sticks need a reason to do such a thing? Isn't it the job of a-stirring stick to dare to do such a thing?

The result, however, was that just two days later, the enraged Russians formally declared war on Turkey, followed a day later by an ultimatum from Germany and Austria-Hungary demanding an unconditional truce within 48 hours. Such an unreasonable demand, of course, was contemptuously rejected by the Russians. At 48 hours, Germany and Austria-Hungary officially declared war on Russia. Four hours later, Russia's allies, Britain and France, declared war on Germany and Austria-Hungary, and two days later, Italy declared its entente to declare war on Turkey, Austria-Hungary, and Germany. The long-awaited war of the Americans has finally begun.