Life of Being a Crown Prince in France-Chapter 794 - 702 Going All Out

Chapter 794: Chapter 702: Going All Out

Chapter 794: Chapter 702: Going All Out

Korezenikov did not find the Polish surrender unexpected.

The Polish suffered heavy casualties on the frontline; surrender was just a matter of time. What was unexpected was that the King himself came to offer it.

Usually, such matters would be handled by the Polish Army commanders, and the King only needed to sign. After all, it would be recorded as a disgrace in history.

Pyatoli looked somewhat panicked, rubbing his hands together and saying: “In fact, His Majesty the King is in a rather difficult situation.

“You know, His Majesty has some… ahem, relations with the Emperor.

“From the beginning, His Majesty was unwilling to be enemies with the powerful Russia, but the Congress, those people, in order to grasp more power, forced the army to go to war with you. This was not His Majesty’s intention.”

Korezenikov snorted coldly: “Then His Majesty should start by sorting out the trouble with your Congress.”

New n𝙤vel chapters are published on freeweɓnøvel.com.

“That’s exactly what His Majesty intends,” said Pyatoli, “to limit the Congress, abolish the constitution, restore the rights of the nobles, and return everything to the way it was before. But all this still requires the great Russia’s help to His Majesty.”

Korezenikov couldn’t help narrowing his eyes. If he could use the King of Poland against their Congress, it would provoke a civil war in Poland, making the Russian conquest much easier.

In fact, historically, Russia managed to crush Poland within a month largely by relying on the Targowica Confederation to instigate a civil war in Poland, which distracted the Polish government forces.

He glanced at the King of Poland’s secretary: “So, what does His Majesty intend to do?”

“Surrender,” said Pyatoli without hesitation, “As long as His Majesty surrenders to your country, Poland will soon stop resisting, and those Congress people have no strength to resist your great army.”

Korezenikov suddenly burst into laughter: “Do you think I am easily fooled? Don’t think I don’t know that you just want to delay my attack.

“Go back and tell Stanisław August Poniatowski not to play tricks. I will personally lead the troops to Warsaw!”

Pyatoli almost pleaded: “General, I swear, this is no trick.

“His Majesty will show you full sincerity, and then, with the most humble attitude, plead for forgiveness from the Emperor.”

“Sincerity?” Korezenikov sneered, “Is it by sending you to talk big, or by sending a cheap document to Saint Petersburg?”

“No, there are still generals in the army loyal to His Majesty. You will soon see the army that once offended you submit to you. Of course, His Majesty still needs a little time, three days, after three days you will see the outcome.”

Korezenikov was hesitating when he heard Pyatoli say: “Of course, if you still do not trust His Majesty’s sincerity, His Majesty will just have to discuss this matter with General Morcov. Although Kyiv is a bit further from Saint Petersburg.”

Korezenikov frowned.

Whoever the King of Poland surrenders to will certainly become the greatest hero of the Russian-Polish war.

Originally, the main attack was from Morcov’s side, and if he got this credit as well, one’s own role in this war would almost be ignored.

He recalled the staff mentioning in the morning that the ammunition supply in the army was low; it would be good to wait three days, as it would give time to replenish the logistics.

Just three days, it wouldn’t affect the overall situation.

“Alright, I’ll wait three days,” Korezenikov nodded, then threatened, “But if you dare to fool me, I will make you pay a terrible price.”

Three days later.

In a small village controlled by the Russian Army, Stanislaw II got off the carriage and raised his hand to shield his eyes from the glaring sun, silently thinking: 3 days, Warsaw still needs 37 days.

He saw from a distance the Russian general surrounded by guards, immediately showing a humble smile, and said in Russian: “I remember we met at the Winter Palace ball, respected General Korezenikov, you are still as distinguished as ever.”

Korezenikov nodded towards him, “Yes, Your Majesty, I have also listened to your performance.

“So, where is your sincerity? Please don’t give me a document signed only by you.”

Stanisław August Poniatowski waved to the carriage following behind: “General Bilak, please come down.”

The door of the carriage behind opened, and a square-faced blonde middle-aged man got off first, followed by three officers.

Korezenikov’s pupils shrank immediately.

The person in front was none other than Bilak, the Commander of the Minsk garrison of the Polish Army, and those behind were all his senior officers.

Bilak approached, squeezed a smile, lifted his hat, and saluted, “It’s an honor to meet you here, General Korezenikov.

“Your command art leaves us in great admiration. If it weren’t for the pressure from Congress, we would never wish to battle against your army.

“His Majesty has given us a chance, and I will order the Minsk forces to surrender to you.”

Another Polish officer behind him added, “Our army can even serve as the vanguard, assisting you in taking down Pinsk and pushing forward to Warsaw!”

Korezenikov was ecstatic.

The King of Poland was truly serious. If the nearly 30,000 Polish troops in front of him surrendered, he could lead his troops straight to Pinsk.

This advance in speed would greatly surpass that of Morcov!

He immediately showed a smile, “Very well. Then please immediately send your soldiers to Bolisov, and I will arrange for their surrender and disarmament.”

“It would be my pleasure, General.” Bilak bowed slightly, then showed a troubled expression, “However, please excuse me, we still have a small issue to resolve.”

“Oh?”

“Previously, my men killed many brave Russian soldiers, forced by this damn war. But they are very worried about reprisals…”

“I can assure their safety.”

Bilak nodded, then said, “To be honest, they hope to receive a Pardon Letter granted by the Emperor.

“Yes, I tried to persuade them, but you know, not to mention the soldiers, even the junior officers haven’t seen much of the world. In their minds, only the Emperor’s decree matters.”

Korezenikov caressed the hilt of his sword, scoffed, “Hmm, it seems you still intend to deceive me.”

“No, not at all.” Bilak hurriedly said, “Look, I’ve brought sufficient sincerity.”

He gestured towards the distance, “You just mentioned disarmament and surrender, I’ve already brought the items for disarmament. They are beside the woods two miles away.”

Just then, a Russian Cavalry came rushing in, whispering to Korezenikov.

The latter’s eyebrows relaxed: “17 carts?”

“Yes, General.”

Bilak quickly said, “Inside are flintlock guns, tents, and uniforms. There are some more items in the back, please inspect them.”

Stanisław II came over timely, “This is my sincerity, General.

“Later, I will personally go to Saint Petersburg and submit the surrender document to the Emperor. After His Majesty grants the Pardon Letter, Bilak’s troops will all come under your command.”