Chapter 1214: Besieged City (Part 2)

Chapter 1214: Besieged City (Part 2)

The guards at the Governor's Palace were all excited by what Venbetrovsky said, and he decided to strike while the iron was hot and continue.

"As long as I don't die, you will all have a good life, and the money will be sent to your homes even if you die.

I swear to God, if I die, you will be buried with me too! "

In fact, the soldiers are also aware of the current situation. On the one hand, they have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of their lives, and on the other hand, they surrender and fail and narrowly escape death.

They made their choice quickly, after all they had no choice in the first place.

"Swear to protect Governor Wenbetlovsky to the death!"

"The Russian Empire must win!"

"Must win!"

Seeing the high morale of the soldiers, Wenbetlovsky finally breathed a sigh of relief.

These soldiers were his carefully selected elite, and they did not panic when facing the battle. They quickly organized a line of defense.

Due to the influence of the last Warsaw Uprising, Russia completely banned Poles from possessing weapons in Warsaw, and patrol police could only be equipped with some batons and old-fashioned weapons.

But the Governor's Palace in Warsaw is not included in this list. The Governor's Palace has the best equipment and the most elite soldiers in Warsaw, and they are very confident in holding on.

This is also true. As soon as the two sides fought, the Poles were defeated. After all, most of the weapons in their hands were very old. Even if they had new rifles, they were completely suppressed in number and could not exert their due effect.

In fact, the guards of the Governor's Palace wanted to delay it for a while with words, but there were obviously sensible people in the Polish uprising team who did not give them a chance at all.

However, once the battle began, the gap between the two sides was too great. The Poles should have rushed towards the Governor's Mansion from all directions. However, the reality was that due to the existence of high walls, the Polish attack route was locked in several fixed positions.

Even if someone climbed over the wall with difficulty, they would face the elite shooters of the Russian army in the house in an open area. Fighting in this unequal situation was a complete one-sided massacre.

Wenbetlovsky could not see the scene outside at this time. He was hiding in the prayer room on the top floor praying that he could successfully survive this disaster.

Suddenly Wenbetlovsky heard a strange noise outside the door, and he immediately carefully lay down at the peephole to watch.

I saw two women rummaging for something furtively in the room. Wembetrovsky knew these two women, they were both his mistresses.

Wembetrovsky felt that the two women must have come here for his treasure. He was so good to them, but the two damn bitches wanted to leave him and run away alone when the disaster was approaching.

Wenbetrovsky couldn't help but feel angry. He kicked open the door and yelled loudly.

"Bitch! What do you want to do!"

Wembetrovsky held a pistol in his hand, and the two women were immediately frightened and turned pale. Seeing the two beautiful girls, he couldn't help but feel proud.

Just when he was feeling proud, suddenly a flowerpot hit him hard on the back of the head.

Wenbetrovsky turned around and looked at the woman. She had obviously been conquered by him. She had never resisted him, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Why?"

"I'm Polish too!"

When the guards heard the noise and ran up, Wembetrovsky had a gun pressed against his temple.

"What are you going to do? Release the Governor!"

"No way! Put your guns down!"

"Impossible! You are dreaming!"

Seeing that the guards refused to give in, one of Wembetrovsky's mistresses pulled out a dagger and stabbed Wembetrovsky in the thigh, causing him to scream in pain.

But Wenbetrovsky did not let up, because he knew that his only support was the gun in the hands of the guards, and without it he would be slaughtered.

Seeing that Wenbetlovsky did not let go, his other mistress pulled out the dagger from Wenbetlovsky's leg and stabbed it in again. The pain immediately made him struggle, but unfortunately Wenbetlovsky Ski was firmly tied to the chair, otherwise the strength of several women might not be able to control him.

Although this second mistress was already the mother of three children, she had a childlike appearance and was also very short. Therefore, the location where the knife was inserted was extremely close to Wembetrovsky's key parts.

"Listen to them! Put down the gun!"

Wenbetrovsky shouted, but the guards only hesitated and made no further moves.

Seeing that the women were about to take action again, Wenbetrovsky shouted anxiously.

"Are you all deaf? Put down the gun! This is an order!"

Of course the guards were not deaf, they were just thinking about the consequences. If Wenbetlovsky died, as personal guards, they would certainly be held responsible for their failure to protect him.

But if they put down their guns now, they are likely to become corpses immediately, and they may even be tortured before death.

But what if the Governor dies in battle?

They were confident that it would be no problem to hold on until reinforcements were stationed outside the city, so they put all the blame on the Poles.

They wanted to think about it, but no one dared to do so. As for the women in the house, they did not dare to actually kill Wimbertrovsky. After all, this man's life and death was related to them and the success or failure of the entire Russian Polish uprising.

They obviously had little experience and did not know that pulling out the knife would cause heavy bleeding. Wenbetrovsky was visibly weak, but the two sides were still in a stalemate.

At this time, a loud noise broke the deadlock. The Poles used explosives to blow up the wall and pushed out an artillery piece, as well as the bodies of the guard captain and several messengers.

The leader of the guards who were confronting upstairs immediately lost the courage to continue the confrontation when he saw this.

The leader of the guards dropped his gun and shouted in Russian.

"We lost! We surrender!"

Although there were no weapons in the Governor's Mansion that could compete with the artillery, they had no other way to retreat. Just when they wanted to fight to the death, the deputy captain of the guard shouted to surrender.

Several captains rushed upstairs angrily to find out what was going on. When they saw the scene upstairs, they also dropped their weapons.

"Surrender! The Governor has surrendered!"

This sentence made Wenbetrovsky roll his eyes in anger. However, just when he wanted to explain, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his leg and swallowed the words on his lips.

The officers surrendered first, and even if the soldiers wanted to resist, they were scattered. Most of them chose to lay down their weapons.

The remaining stragglers were wiped out in a short time, and the Polish uprising army successfully occupied the Governor's Mansion.

A man in white clothes and a big red cape came to Venbetrovsky.

"Governor, nice to meet you. My name is Landre Promi."

Venbetrovsky's weak body trembled noticeably.

"Are you the traitor? Did you plan all this? What do you want to do? But it doesn't matter! The garrison outside Warsaw will come and wipe you out soon. None of you can escape! Haha, cough, cough, cough."

Landre Promi shook his finger and said slowly.

"It's not me who caused all this, but us. As for the instigator, it's your Tsar.

The last point is that today will not be my death, and your reinforcements will not come."

I will probably take a day off tomorrow, and I will try to compress the plot a little more to avoid being criticized every day.