I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 1450 seems a little different?
Gozerov thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "Kursk has a large number of merchants and young nobles, and the association has considerable influence there."

“If we can start a riot there, we can quickly gather thousands of rebels.”

Kisshchenko's frustration began to fade, and he said urgently, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's set off quickly, the Tsar's army could arrive at any moment..."

Major Nestetov, looking at the map, interrupted him: "There's a garrison of infantry in Kursk. Even if we manage to sneak into the city, what then?"
"Dolgorukov is still hot on our heels. Tula's Oka Hussars must have already set out and are waiting for us to the east. Should we turn south to the desolate Kharkiv? We can't get any supplies there in winter."

Tula was an important Russian arms production center, home to a large number of elite troops. Going to a place like Kharkiv, where you might not see a single living person for miles, would mean certain death by starvation.

Kishchenko's voice was filled with panic: "We can't worry about that now, let's get through this crisis first..."

"Since I'm going to die anyway, I'd rather fight the Tsar's lackeys here!"

"Perhaps the garrison in Kursk will join us."

"Denesov wouldn't..."

Just as the group was arguing heatedly, two soldiers brought in a short man dressed as a merchant: "Major, this gentleman has a special pass."

Chadov, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, immediately stood up when he saw this person: "Mr. Sidorov, what brings you here?"

Kishchenko bowed to the newcomer, knowing that Sidorov was one of "that man's" men—in fact, an agent sent by the French Security Service to assist Olivier in carrying out the Russian plan.

“I’ve heard that the Tsar’s army is very close,” Sidorov said urgently. “You must set off immediately.”

The people in the room exchanged glances, and Kishchenko asked uncertainly, "You mean, go to Kursk?"

Sidorov frowned: "Of course not, that would be suicide."

But where else can we go?

Sidorov said, “'That gentleman' sent me to tell you that the only hope is to cross the Dnieper River immediately, go south from Cherkassy, ​​and enter Moldavia.”

Kischenko and the others exchanged bewildered glances: "But Cherkasy is Polish territory, they won't allow it..."

Sidorov took out a document and said confidently, "'That gentleman' has received an order signed by His Majesty Stanisław. Not only can you travel south from Cherkasy through Uman, but the Poles will also provide you with some supplies."

Yes, Joseph knew very well that this hastily assembled insurgent army had no chance of surviving the Tsar's siege. Historically, the Decembrist Revolt in Russia, which had been planned for more than twenty years, was completely suppressed in less than a week.

Therefore, he sent someone to contact the Polish side in advance, asking them to help the insurgents escape.

If these two thousand-plus people survive, they will naturally have the opportunity to return to Russia. At the very least, they can disrupt Russia's influence in Moldova.

The people in the room were all shocked. They had only thought that "that gentleman" was a very wealthy liberal, but they never expected that his influence was so great that he could affect the King of Poland!

However, Gozerov, the leader of the "Happiness Association," hesitated and said, "Thank you for your help, but what we need to do is change this country, and fleeing to Moldova is going further away from that goal..."

Sidorov sneered, “Only by surviving will you have a chance to achieve your goals; otherwise, people will only remember you as the ‘stupid and brutal rebels’ the Tsar called you.”

"You can go to the Danube River area and settle down there, where you can recruit a large number of Cossacks. After that, whether you occupy Iasi or attack Yekaterinoslav to the east, you will make the tyrant in the Winter Palace very uneasy."

Iasi is Russia's key stronghold in Moldavia, but in recent years, due to various wars, Alexander I has redeployed most of his troops there to the battlefield. It is entirely possible that the rebels could capture it.

Yekaterinoslav, being the passage between Russia and Crimea, is of paramount importance.

With complete trust in "that gentleman," Chadov was the first to nod and say, "I agree to go to Moldavia."

Major Nestertov chimed in, "You're right. We must survive first before we can continue the revolution."

Seeing that the military commanders all agreed to head south, Gozerov had no choice but to remain silent. Several hours later, more than two thousand insurgents turned west and crossed the frozen Dnieper River overnight.

……

Paris, Palace of Versailles.

Hundreds of nobles crowded outside the king's bedroom, some peeking into the room, others whispering anxiously, "What happened? His Majesty was perfectly fine yesterday."

"It's said to be typhus. It's probably from flea bites..."

"God, I remember this disease isn't so easy to cure..."

"May God bless Your Majesty."

Typhus was an extremely dangerous and serious disease in this era. Unless the patient was in good physical condition and could withstand it, death was the only outcome.

In the bedroom, on the sickbed, Louis XVI lay with his eyes closed, his neck covered in red spots.

Queen Mary and a dozen or so nobles looked anxiously at the royal physician: "Are you sure it's this illness?"

"How should it be treated?"

"How could His Majesty have suddenly fallen ill?"

"Please take the medication as soon as possible, don't dawdle!"

Dr. Petit glanced at the Queen instinctively, coughed, and said, "Yes, it is typhus, and the symptoms are very clear."

"As for treatment, according to my research, consuming fresh forked snapper heads can have a very good therapeutic effect."

Duke Broy frowned. "Forked-toothed snapper? What's that?"

Count Artois recalled reading in the newspaper a while ago: "It seems to be a type of sea fish from Brittany."

"Then have someone send it over quickly."

Dr. Petit said, forcing a smile, "Well, only freshly caught fish have the therapeutic effect..."

Duke Broy shook his head: "Does Your Majesty have to go to the beach? That won't do."

Queen Mary immediately replied, "Anywhere is fine as long as His Majesty can be cured. Quickly, have preparations made..."

She had only spoken halfway when Prince Condé said with a solemn expression, "Your Majesty, His Majesty the King is seriously ill and it is probably not advisable for him to travel a long distance."

Everyone chimed in, "This will most likely worsen the condition."

"Perhaps there are other ways..."

"If Your Majesty falls ill on the journey, there won't even be a place to rest."

"Yes, it's inconvenient to receive treatment on the road."

Queen Mary was immediately stunned. How come this was not quite the same as her plan?
Shouldn't everyone be at a loss, then immediately follow the royal physician's advice to send the king to the seaside for treatment, and then have their own shills take the opportunity to suggest that "Versailles Palace cannot be left without someone in charge"?

(End of this chapter)