I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 706: Eagle and Knight
Zubov was stunned immediately.

Stanislaw II signaled his entourage to bring a map and began to study in detail with the Russian Minister of State which territories should be ceded.

It was not until after five o'clock in the afternoon that the two sides finalized the future new border line between Poland and Russia.

Stanislaw II generously ceded most of the central and eastern provinces to Russia.

Then he picked up the treaty drafted by Zubov and said, "You see, just by amending these articles in the constitution, there is no guarantee that those guys in the parliament will not have other ideas against His Majesty the Tsar.

"We should discuss a detailed plan to ensure that Parliament does not go against His Majesty's will."

Zubov's eyes widened and he nodded, "Okay, okay."

The armistice negotiations continued into the fourth day.

Stanislaw II glanced at the Russian guards at the door of the negotiation hall, who were armed with live ammunition, and said to himself: 22 days have passed. Warsaw will need another 18 days.

After enjoying the "kneeling and licking" for the past few days, Zubov's attitude towards the Polish king has become much more friendly. When he saw the latter walking in, he immediately smiled and said: "Ah, you are here. Please sit down.

"Oh, your order to General Kosciuszko should be delivered in the next few days. His Majesty the Tsar has decided to personally award you the Order of St. George after his army surrenders."

Stanislaw II was immediately flattered and said: "This is really the honor of my life! Thank you so much, Your Majesty."

Zubov asked someone to bring the results of the negotiations in recent days and said, "His Majesty the Tsar is very satisfied with this treaty.

"However, we talked for a little too long, and Her Majesty seemed a little impatient. She ordered us to sign the armistice agreement as soon as possible, and we can discuss the details later."

"That's no problem," Stanislaw II said with a smile, "but I think your country's garrison in Warsaw should be further strengthened..."

He rambled on and added a lot of content to the treaty until dusk. When he saw Zubov trying to force him to sign, he immediately fell to the ground, holding his stomach: "Ah, it hurts... I'm afraid my dysentery has come back..."

After a whole day of treatment, Zubov finally came to the room where the Polish king lived with a dark face and asked: "I asked the doctor, you didn't have diarrhea or fever all day. You don't have dysentery at all!"

"I, I don't know what this disease is. Anyway, I feel very weak..."

At this moment, an official came up to Zubov and whispered something to him.

The latter immediately pointed at Stanislaw II and said coldly: "Kosciuszko rejected your order, and his army is still advancing eastward!"

"This, this is impossible!" The Polish king was still desperately delaying. "I can write him another letter, and the wording will be even harsher."

Zubov's face darkened. He sat down beside his bed and handed him the armistice agreement. "I want you to sign it now, immediately!"

"Ouch..."

"Guards, stand up His Majesty. Give him the pen."

Stanislaw II sat up helplessly and glanced at the Tsar's lover jokingly: "You know, according to the Polish Constitution, the armistice agreement needs to be approved by the parliament to be effective, so I..."

Zubov flew into a rage and shouted, "You bastard! I will make you regret this!"

The King of Poland looked at his back as he slammed the door and murmured to himself: "24 days... I really tried my best. May God bless Poland."

……

Stanisław II and his entourage were thrown into prison.

Catherine II looked at Korezhevsky, who was standing aside, shaking like an autumn leaf in the wind, and swung her cane again, hitting him hard: "Idiot!"

Rumyantsev hurried forward to divert her attention:

"Your Majesty, fortunately our defense measures for the central region are still being implemented as planned. The situation is not too bad."

The Tsar turned around and gasped:
"Hoo, hoo... The Poles must be taught a painful lesson! Order Count Suvorov to personally command the battle of Minsk."

Before, Russia did not take Poland seriously, Suvorov was just the commander-in-chief of the war against Poland, responsible for overall dispatch in Smolensk. But now the Tsar was furious and did not care about the age of this veteran, and directly sent him to the front line.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Rumyantsev glanced at Korezhev and said, "Perhaps we can let General Korezhev deal with Kościuszko to atone for his crime."

"Just do as you say."

……

Central and western Russia.

Outside Bryansk.

Serf Yakov handed a piece of wood to Yeger, who was squatting on the pigsty, and said loudly: "I heard from Master Gumilov that the Emperor's army is about to capture Minsk."

"Where is Minsk?" the serf who was nailing the pigsty muttered. "Give me the narrow planks. The emperor's land is always getting bigger."

"To the west, it's the Polish area." Yakov said, "I heard that there are hundreds of thousands of troops attacking there, and this time they should go all the way to Warsaw. Oh, this is the capital of Poland."

"It sounds like it should be far away. Won't the Poles resist?"

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"Of course they will resist. But Master Gumilov said that the Poles are very weak. We defeated them once 20 years ago and gained a lot of land. It will be the same this time."

"If we win the war, the masters will be happy and may give us white bread."

"Well, maybe they'll get drunk and beat you up, like the generals beat up those Poles."

"But it's better to win..."

As the two were talking, they suddenly straightened up at the same time and looked towards the southwest.

"What is that?" Yeager asked tremblingly, "It looks like the hail from last year..."

"The sound is much louder than that. And, do you feel it? The ground seems to be shaking!"

“God, is the world ending?”

Immediately, they were stunned.

Near the horizon, dense masses of red cavalry appeared.

Behind the cavalrymen, towering white wings swayed in the wind, like a large group of angels flying over.

The two serfs desperately crossed themselves and prayed loudly.

Immediately afterwards, they saw the "Red Angel" whizzing through the village and, like a sledgehammer, smashing into the nearby city of Bryansk.

The fragile city offered almost no resistance and collapsed almost instantly under the impact of the cavalry.

Behind the cavalry were more than a dozen infantry squares, pouring into Bryansk from multiple directions.

In less than half an hour, the nobles and ordinary citizens in the city fled out of the city crying.

The huge city was like an ant nest that had been dug up, with countless black dots spreading in all directions.

Hiding in the pigsty, Jaeger asked his companions tremblingly: "Who... who are these people?"

Yakov pointed at the red checkered flag held by the soldiers in the distance, distinguished the eagle and the knight on it, and said in a very frightened voice:

"It seems...Polish."

(End of this chapter)