Six, five, six are all set off!

Night, May 15th. 【 I want: super fast update 】

On the outskirts of St. Petersburg, war horses neighed incessantly, and a long line of nearly 4,000 cavalry and dozens of wagons galloped towards the "bright" city in the distance.

"Ivan, where are we going?"

Yarich pulled down the gun belt and gently pushed his comrades next to him, most of the comrades next to him walked in silence, if it was daytime, some people would definitely suspect the identity of this team, because there were nearly a thousand yellow faces in this team, but Yarich did not find it strange, because they were originally from the Tatar settlement of West Siberia.

It turned out that they were only local troops in the second and even third lines, but after the start of the war, the Russian troops suffered heavy losses, and His Majesty the Emperor called on everyone to defend the country, so they were transferred from Western Siberia to the vicinity of Tula to prepare to defend against the German offensive in the direction of Minsk.

"I don't know." Wan shook his head and looked at General Junkovsky in front of him in confusion.

Four days ago, without knowing why, the general suddenly led them to St. Petersburg, and after hundreds of kilometers of wild running, they finally reached their destination.

But what to do here? St. Petersburg is in front, where His Majesty the Emperor and the nobles lived, why not go to the front? Why don't you let the Germans taste their iron hooves?

One question after another rose in the hearts of the soldiers, but no one dared to talk nonsense, because they believed that General Junkovsky in front would not let them die for no reason, because he was a good man.

Yes, this Slavic general is a good man, because this army, which has been constantly discriminated against and deprived of food supplies since they arrived at the station, may have starved to death before they could have even gone to war.

Moreover, the general never beat and physically punished them like other nobles, and when he was in Western Siberia, he often helped everyone, so he was deeply loved by everyone.

But Major General Junkovsky, who was nearly sixty years old, glanced at the West Siberian soldiers who followed him behind him, and then looked at the Tatar adjutant beside him, who never spoke, and thought of the soldiers' praise for him, and his heart ached.

"Good guy?!"

Who knows, this good man was framed by Rasputin five years ago, and then he was almost sent to the gallows by the brutal Nicholas II, if it wasn't for the shadow-like Tatar adjutant on the side to rescue him, maybe he would have died, and it would be impossible to turn from a prisoner to a cavalry major general.

But now that he thinks about it, he'd rather be hanged! Because now, everything has changed since he was rescued!

It turned out that his eldest son had been captured by the Chinese in seven years, and his son was also captured in the Battle of Tomsk Fortress half a year ago, and they were all waiting for their rescue to be rescued, and their families in Ufa were all controlled a few months ago, and the important thing is that they don't look at their usual spirits, in fact, their bodies have been tortured half-dead by a mysterious thing that is a bit like opium.

Junkovsky touched it, and inside was a letter, from the Far East.

His two sons told him that they were now living well, and that the emperor had promised them that if they had done that, their whole family would be free, and that they would receive a large sum of money, and that they would live forever in China.

The handwriting and the diction are indeed written to himself, but can the promise be believed?

He has no choice, and there is still a glimmer of hope for cooperation, to save his family and children, and to get rid of physical pain. If you don't cooperate, let alone die, the kind of cravious torment you will do every day will drive you crazy.

The horses ran faster and faster, and the sound of gunfire in their ears made the soldiers turn their heads to their ears, and when Major General Dzunkovsky was the first to cross a section of obstacles and enter the main road of the city, the shouting, noise and dense bullets made thousands of cavalry look at each other.

Are you sure that this is the heart of Russia, where His Majesty the Emperor and the nobles live? And not some battleground that's being fought!

The statue of the giant god Atlas at the entrance of the East Palace stands imposingly, and the big eyes of the god scans the surroundings, and the Russian tsars have regarded this god as a protector, but if the god can open his eyes, he will definitely be at a loss and surprised.

A group of soldiers with white scarves on their arms, dressed in ordinary workers' uniforms, and crookedly carrying guns, pushed a 57-mm cannon under the idol in unison, and one of them shouted under the cover of the idol.

"Tell me how to use this guy!"

"Tell me!"

"Pull the running bolt, fill the shell in, and." The soldiers from the arsenal shouted, telling everyone how to use them, and shoved the shells into the chambers.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, a dazzling ball of fire erupted from under the statue of Atlas, and the high wall of the Winter Palace in the distance was suddenly shattered, and several soldiers of the palace guard who were caught off guard screamed and fell down.

"Comrades, the cannon is coming! Rush, catch the evil Tsar! For our freedom and bread! Come on! Stalin stood up from the crowd, brandished his pistol, and looked at the collapsed section of the wall, his face full of hideousness.

Shouting and killing, horses' hooves and gunfire converged, and countless workers wearing white scarves, wearing overalls, and carrying stolen guns, rushed out of the alleys and street corners, and charged the palace again. ※※※※※ I ※ I ※ ※

"Plug them, block them!"

"Machine guns, aiming at artillery ,!!"

In the desperate shouting of the captain of the guard, countless guards soldiers raised their guns, and the machine guns on the high walls of the palace hissed, and in the blink of an eye, several temporary artillerymen who did not know how to hide and transfer were torn apart.

"Damn it!" When Stalin saw that the charge was being beaten back again, he was so angry that smoke came out of his head, turned around and rushed into the headquarters not far away, and shouted at Delins: "Comrade Delins, didn't you say that you would find a way to blow up the palace gates?" How? We've all been crushed there for days! ”

"Yes, don't worry." Facing the skeptical look of Lenin next to him, Delrins began to regret it a little, and tried to adjust his breathing in an attempt to calm himself.

At this moment, only a boom was heard, and a huge explosion suddenly came from outside, and everyone hurriedly looked, only to see a crack suddenly appear on the side of the strong palace.

"Here they are, here they are!" Excitedly, Derins pointed to the crack that could pass through a person, and shouted at Lenin, who suddenly saw the doubt in his eyes slowly fade, and said: "Comrades, act! ”

"Follow me!" Stalin, with a group of veterans brought back from the Far East, rushed to the crack first, but he didn't know that in the darkness in the distance, several pairs of eyes gradually narrowed.

"Shen Jun, wouldn't it be too risky for you to do this? They have a chance. Wen Xiu muttered.

Shen Jun smiled slightly, squinted his eyes, and pointed at the thousands of armed Bolshevik soldiers who were shouting and rushing towards the cracks: "See? The front are all veterans of our training, at least 5 people! ”

"See." After seeing the skillful movements of those veterans through the binoculars, Wen Xiu's face became more and more solemn, didn't this lead the wolf into the room?

"Head, the train is ready, and Mr. Xue has already arrived at the back of the palace with the truck."

"I see." The last big stone in Shen Jun's heart finally fell, turned his head to look at the charging Bolshevik soldiers, and suddenly smiled: "Wenxiu, do you know? Nicholas II is someone I have ever met who is suspicious, and if it weren't for the truth in front of him, do you think he would have left with a general he didn't know too well? ”

Before Wenxiu could understand what he meant, a loud and familiar voice suddenly came from the darkness.

"Ulla!"

Cavalry! It's elite cavalry!

Wen Xiu's pupils suddenly shrank into a little cold star, and in the telescope, countless Russian cavalrymen wearing military uniforms and holding snow-bright long knives appeared on the weak side of the Bolshevik armed soldiers, like sweeping giant axes, cutting into the middle from the middle, and it didn't take much military knowledge to know what kind of tragedy it would be for soldiers who had just learned to shoot to encounter elite cavalry in this open, defenseless area!

In the luxurious palace, the servants looked nervously outside, they all knew what would happen to their people if the mob broke through the door, and a group of guards ran back and forth with guns in their hands, which added to their nervousness and uneasiness, and everyone looked at the still lit window on the second floor and prayed secretly.

In the room, Nicholas II and his wife Empress Alexandra sat side by side, next to a beautiful golden pistol, the four daughters huddled together and trembled, and the only Tsar's heir, from the congenital hemophilia of Emperor Alexei, holding his pet dog, was already pale, as if the blood in his body had been bsp; "Your Majesty!"

Suddenly, a shout made everyone in the room tremble, and Nicholas II quickly grabbed his pistol and shouted at the door: "Who is it?" What's the matter? ”

"Your Majesty, it's me, Yax!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Nicholas II finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, opened the door and said, "What's the matter?" Did the mob come in? ”

"No, Your Majesty, reinforcements, our reinforcements are coming!"

"What!"

"It's true, Your Majesty, look." Pointing outside the palace, the loyal captain of the guard, Jax, handed the binoculars to Nicholas II and shouted excitedly: "Those mobs have been repelled by the cavalry, and they are still being pursued!" ”

Following the finger of the captain of the guard, Nicholas II saw a wonderful scene in his life, only to see countless cavalry rushing towards the mob, and the bright cavalry knife always carried a puddle of blood and human heads after swinging again and again.

"Well killed, well killed! Kill, kill them all! ”

Nicholas II gritted his teeth and shook his fist, forgetting that he had just been almost scared to the point of his pants, and even Queen Alexandra behind him breathed a sigh of relief, walked up to his side, and smiled: "It's all right, kids." ”

Moments later, the armed Bolshevik soldiers, who had just filled the perimeter of the palace, were cleared by the raging cavalry, and the huge square seemed to be covered with a carpet of corpses, blood and severed limbs.

"Your Majesty, General Junkovsky and his cavalry have repelled the traitors, and he would like to come in and have a look to make sure nothing has happened to you."

"No, I'm fine." Although Nicholas II also wanted to see which general saved him, he refused for safety reasons. Just as he was about to personally encourage the guards guarding the palace, the gate of the palace was suddenly opened, and hundreds of cavalry rushed in.

"Stop." A detachment of guards immediately blocked the cavalry, shouting loudly.

Major General Junkovsky jumped off his horse, his eyes swept over the guards around him like a blade, looked at the muzzles of the guns in their hands aimed at him, and sneered: "Is this how you treat your partner who saved your life?" ”

A cavalryman dripping with blood all over his body made the guards swallow their saliva, but fortunately, news came from the palace at this time, and His Majesty the Emperor let the general in, relieving them of their embarrassment.

Junkovsky took the adjutant, and when he walked to the door of the main hall, he took the initiative to take out his gun, and then immediately went in and bowed to Nicholas II and Empress Alessandro, who had finished their clothes and their faces had returned to normal, and said: "The commander of the 4th Division of the 3rd Cavalry Army of Western Siberia, Junkovsky, see Your Majesty, see the Empress." ”

"Rise up my great hero." Although Nicholas II was a little annoyed by his invasion of the palace, he still pretended to be enthusiastic and helped Junkovsky up, but when he saw his face, he frowned suddenly, and he always felt that this guy had a familiar face, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Junkovsky snorted coldly in his heart, fortunately, his face had been retouched, and it was a little plausible, otherwise how could this cunning and suspicious tsar go with him.

"Your Majesty, I am so happy to see that you are safe, and after receiving your news, General Denikin ordered me to rush to support immediately."

"Denikin!" Nicholas II jumped up excitedly, Denikin was a Cossack general, and the Cossacks were one of his diehards, and with these elite cavalry escorts, he could finally be at ease.

Dzhalkovsky did not know what Nicholas II was thinking, but fortunately he was going to disguise himself as a Cossack and deceive his trust.

Suddenly, a cavalryman suddenly ran to the cordon of the guards and shouted: "General, no, the scouts are now reorganizing the rebels, and they have gathered 100,000 people outside the city, and there are dozens of cannons!" ”

"What!"

Without waiting for Quasikovsky to ask, Nicholas II's face turned pale again, just less than 10,000 people, the palace was almost finished, if 100,000 came.

At this moment, an earth-shattering noise sounded from the corner of the palace, and everyone turned their heads in fright, only to see that the direction of the stable in the distance had collapsed.

Countless broken stones and bricks made Nicholas II's whole body tremble, and the captain of the guard, Yax, hurriedly organized soldiers to plug the gap, and seeing that the time was ripe, Junkovsky hurriedly suggested: "Your Majesty, you must leave immediately!" I'm just four thousand soldiers, I can't stop so many rebels, and now the palace walls are also blown up, they will, will," Dzhalkovsky said heavily: "will kill you!" ”

"Damn it, these damn bastards!" Nicholas II was going crazy, not even noticing that there were no gunshots before the explosion.

"Your Majesty is angry, I think General Junkovsky is right, we should get out of here for the time being." Although Empress Alessandro was also nervous, she was much calmer than Nicholas II, and immediately quietly pulled her husband.

"Yes, yes, leave, leave." After being pulled by his wife, Nicholas II came to his senses, but as soon as the word left came to his mouth, he glanced around, this luxurious palace not only has the collection and history of the Tsar family for more than 3 years, but also in the underground vault, more than 1,000 tons of gold and diamonds, how to get it yourself?

"Your Majesty, I have just ordered someone to go to the train station to prepare the train, and I will send elite soldiers to protect you when you arrive in Kyiv, where are there millions of soldiers loyal to you, as well as General Denikin and others, where you can command the counterinsurgency." Junkovsky deliberately urged.

"I know, but how do you get these things away?"

Nicholas II pointed around, and even Junkovsky frowned, not to mention the secret vault, knowing that the large number of treasures and paintings in the palace alone could not be carried away by dozens of carriages of his own.

"General, the truck convoy is outside the back door of the palace." The shadowy adjutant suddenly reminded him.

"Trucks?" Junkovsky was stunned, where did he have a truck! Seeing the other party's eyes, he could only bite the bullet and say: "Your Majesty, I have prepared a truck that can be used for transshipment, no matter how many things there are, as long as they can be loaded onto the train, I can protect you when you arrive in Kyiv!" ”

"Really, there are trucks! Haha, great! "Nikolai returned to normal in an instant, what is the use of a hundred thousand troops, as long as he leaves with these things, then an empty palace will make those traitorous guys sick to death, as long as he keeps the gold, he is the only emperor of Russia no matter where he is!

"Jax! Command everyone to move things, and we're going to leave at once! Nicholas II looked at Quasikovsky, still a little worried about the other party, so he decided to use the guards to carry it.

Zhunkovsky knew what Nicholas II meant, and he didn't need to look at those treasures, those things were just a nightmare for him, not to mention that as long as they got on the train, then naturally someone would watch them, so he immediately waved his hand and shouted fiercely to the adjutant with a righteous look: "Julian, I'll give you five hours, plus a thousand cavalry, you must protect His Majesty the Emperor, make sure that Your Majesty and everything here board the train, if Your Majesty is missing a head, I will kill you!" ”

"Yes, General!" Adjutant Julian shouted and nodded, but turned his head and deliberately asked, "General, what about you." ”

"I'm going to hold back those rebels and buy time for His Majesty to leave!" Dzunkovsky took a deep breath, drew his saber like a warrior, and shouted at the blackened cavalry outside: "Warriors, follow me and protect His Majesty the Emperor!" ”

"Protect His Majesty the Emperor! Ulla! ”

With a loud shout, countless war horses rushed to the outside of the palace with their hooves, and looking at the backs of the warriors, Nicholas II almost burst into tears.

O warriors!

O loyal servants!

You have to promote him!

Nicholas II kicked the guard officer hard and shouted angrily: "What are you doing standing still, go to work, you must evacuate in a few hours!" ”

Trucks, carrying large boxes and boxes under the protection of the cavalry, went to the railway station, one trip after another, one car after another, so that the Nighthawk and the special service team hiding in the shadows to protect were secretly dumbfounded, this Nikolai didn't plan to remove all the bricks of the palace, right?

Wen Xiu disguised himself as a cavalryman for the guards, leaned on the side of the carriage and spread his hands to look at the boxes of gold jewelry, oil painting clothes, and when he saw that several pet birds were stuffed into it, he was dumbfounded and scolded: "His grandmother! Shen Jun, if you say that you can load it like this, can you really fit 13 wagons? ”

", how do I know!" Shen Jun gritted his teeth and stared at his watch, the gunfire in the distance gradually began to intensify, obviously the Bolsheviks attacked again, fortunately at this time, a large wooden box was also moved to the car, when he saw Nicholas II with a few women in the front carriage, Julian suddenly got to his side from there, and nodded heavily.

A loud whistle suddenly tore apart the hustle and bustle of the station.

"Enemy attack~!"

Hearing the whistle, the head of the Tsar's Guard, Jax, who was walking behind, came to his senses, and a bullet hit him in the head, and then a dense burst of gunfire rang out.

The bullets rained down like a torrent of bullets, and hundreds of Tsar Guard soldiers collapsed in pools of blood before they could react, truck drivers, protective cavalrymen, and countless black-clad men who ran out of the darkness with fire-spitting guns.

Nicholas II and his family were immediately stunned, and just as they were about to probe to see what was going on outside, whether the rebels were chasing them, a few submachine guns reached into the carriage.

In the sound of clattering fire, several personal guards were torn to pieces before they could shout, and a group of mysterious soldiers wrapped in black suddenly got into the carriage, and their strange speech made Nicholas II's face change suddenly.

"Turn off all windows and lights and close the curtains!"

"Machine guns, go to the top!"

"Let Julian lead the cavalry to protect the left and right!"

"Get out, get out of here!"

"Whew."

Looking at the wheels that began to roll slowly, Shen Jun suddenly pushed Wen Xiu: "Let's go, a thousand of our cavalry, plus a hundred special service teams, the rest will depend on you!" ”

"Rely on me? Then you? ”

"Me." After Shen Jun took out a cigarette and lit it, he narrowed his eyes again: "Cover you, and we still have some things to do!" ”

"Then take care!"

"Don't worry, you can't die of old age." After Shen Jun saluted, he pushed Wenxiu onto the train and shouted, "Do you want me to help you bring a few Russian girls back to enjoy?" ”

"Fuck off!"

"Haha." In the laughter, Shen Jun took a deep breath, suddenly snuffed out the cigarette butt, and waved his hand: "Clear the field, kill all the people who are not us!" ”

"Yes!"

In the midst of fierce gunfire, the steam engine began to burn violently, and the wheels became more and more fierce, and under the protection of a thousand cavalry, they quickly rushed out of St. Petersburg and disappeared into the darkness.

But no one knew that when this train, which was later hailed as changing the world, broke out of St. Petersburg and disappeared into the vast Russian territory, a huge fleet had quietly set sail.

The majestic battlecruiser Tiger crashed into the sea1, and the sailors slowly raised the flagship flag in the light.

David Beatty didn't know what was going on in the North at this moment, but even if he did, he certainly wasn't in the mood to care, because the German Navy had already set sail!

Looking at the flickering light in the light mist of the North Sea beside him, he took a deep breath, three Lion-class battlecruisers, four Tiger-class battlecruisers, and three St. Vincent-class battleships!

That's all there is to him!

"Command, to the first command.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Jiang Tianxiu rushed into the conference room, holding three telegrams received almost at the same time, shouting: "Operation Qiming is over, and the train has left St. Petersburg!"

In addition, the German High Seas Fleet and the British Home Fleet have all set off! ”

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