Struggle in Russia

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Kossuth is in a bad mood, but it’s understandable, if you are pointed at by the public all day long, and there are protesting people under your office greeting the eighteen generations of your ancestors, and some of them even hooked shoulders to each other. Your brothers who burned yellow paper and cut chicken heads to make a sworn brother began to play tricks on you behind your back.

If you have to face this pile of troubles, your mood will not be better.

Kossuth is completely holding on now, he forces himself to continue, forces himself not to think about those annoying things, forces himself to continue fighting

If it weren't for this tone, Kossuth would have collapsed a long time ago, and he had to admit that Kossuth still has merit in terms of will.

The problem is that the support of will alone cannot solve the problem. According to this situation, even if he can keep supporting, his party and supporters will not be able to support him, and sooner or later they will give up on him.

"The French have also begun to contact the conservatives," Bertaran reported cautiously to Kossuth. "These bastards are indeed playing with the wind. If I had known this, I shouldn't have cooperated with them in the first place!"

Kossuth was very calm about this news, he just replied indifferently: "The French are not chaste and martyrs in the first place, and it's normal for them to go up and down... Have they made contact with Baugiani again?"

Bertaran replied: "That's not true. They invited Sante and the five of them to the salon. I think it's a secret trick... It must be that Baojiani feels that it is too sensitive to contact with the French. It doesn't sound good. Let Sante and the others act as representatives, hum! What the hell!"

Kossuth is still very calm, because he knows that politics is such a small matter, and everyone is an animal of interest. He said that brothers and sisters work together to get what they need, and once the needs change, it is a matter of stabbing the knife in the back.

"Then did you find out what they talked about?"

Bertaran sighed: "No, they did it very secretly, but listening to the gossip seems to be quite enjoyable!"

Bertaran purposely emphasized his cheerfulness to express his contempt and disdain, but no matter how he heard his words, they sounded sour and jealous, even Kossuth could tell that he was actually envious and jealous, if France The person to contact is him, I'm afraid he is not a lemon spirit but refreshed and full of ambition!

This made Kossuth even more depressed. When he thought that he was about to betray his relatives, he felt that his breath was stuck in his chest and he couldn't get it out. It was so depressing!

At the moment, he is even less interested and has no energy to continue talking to Bertaran, he just waved his hand to let him go out, and just wanted to be alone for a while.

Kossuth wanted to be quiet, and Bertaran was actually reluctant to continue serving him. Just like what Kossuth thought before, he is indeed an animal of interest. If he had a choice, he would also jump to the conservative side, because the current situation is very clear. Only the most ardent supporters are in favor of Kossuth.

But Bertaran is not Kossuth's most fanatical supporter, he is just a humble interest animal, the reason why he continues to inform Kossuth, except that he has already been branded with a deep gold medal, conservatives will not In addition to accepting him, it was also because he wanted to receive Kossuth's political legacy.

As Kossuth's deputy, and as the second spokesperson of the Radical Faction, Kossuth's downfall is naturally his turn to be the master. Although Kossuth tossed the radicals half to death, but the old saying goes that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and he can inherit a fortune more or less, which is much more secure than going out to set up his own business

Anyway, Bertaran is now waiting for the moment when Kossuth will step down, and he has made all the preparations. It can be said that he only owes Dongfeng, and he also believes that Dongfeng will come soon!

Dongfeng came faster than Bertaran imagined. He received the latest news that afternoon. The French suddenly invited five members of the radical faction in the investigation task force to participate in the salon.

In name, it was discussing the issue of refugee resettlement, but Bertaran knew very well that this was very wrong!

Because the behavior of the French is so strange, they had already had a good drink with Sant before, and it was obvious that the negotiation went well, so why did they flirt with their radicals again in the blink of an eye?

Bertaran didn't believe that the Frenchman had heard some rumors that Kossuth could still be rescued, so he changed his flag again. Because he hadn't heard of such rumors at all. If there was such a trend, it didn't make sense that the second-in-command in his faction would not know about it and let the French take the lead.

Bertaran felt that there was only one reason why the French contacted their representatives of the radicals in the task force, and that was to help the conservatives win over and buy them off. Kossuth's was nailed to the coffin boards, and Kossuth could not be saved at all!

This immediately excited Bertaran, because it meant that Kossuth's era was over, and he could start to receive the inheritance. His era had finally come!

He was excited and excited, and really wanted to rush into Kossuth's current office immediately, and immediately sweep Kossuth out. He had been coveting that office for a long time, and he really wanted to try to see what it was like to sit behind that huge desk. What's it like - it should be cool, right?

Bertaran, who was imagining and imagining, was still dreaming sweet dreams. Just when he was so excited that he was eager to try, the door of the office was slammed open. Councilor Lavant rushed in panting, and exclaimed: "Something has happened! Zoltan is dead! Zoltan is dead, you know!"

Bertaran was stunned. Anyone who was awakened in a dream would be a little confused. He was stunned and asked, "What did you say? Who died? Say it again!"

Lavant didn't answer his question, instead of rushing to the wine cabinet and taking a big gulp of sherry, almost choking himself to death.

Bertaran said anxiously: "You should tell me quickly! Who is dead!"

Lavant took another sip of his drink, coughed and replied, "Zoltan is dead. He died suddenly when the conservative bastards were interrogating him!"

Bertaran was stunned. Although Zoltan was a bastard, he was a healthy bastard. That guy was strong enough to eat a pot of beef stew and drink two pounds of whiskey for a meal. He was stronger than a cow. How could he be dead? Just die, and this bastard is only forty years old, and he is not an old man in his seventies and eighties, so he can't just say that he is gone!

"Are you sure?" Bertaran asked suspiciously.

But Lavent insisted: "It's true, the conservatives are interrogating him, and then suddenly this guy turned blue and suffocated to death!"