Saint Petersburg. The Tsarist Government, slow to catch on, had finally realized what was happening. Without question, someone was out to get them.
The Russian Empire had won the Near East War and seized Constantinople. It looked infinitely glorious, but in truth, it had also maxed out everyone's hatred.
Britain and France, as the defeated parties, were unwilling to accept their loss and constantly sought revenge. The European nations, merely watching from the sidelines, also feared that a powerful Russia would threaten their own security.
And so, with everyone pushing knowingly or unknowingly, the current situation had emerged. Each country only needed to let a little slip through the cracks of its fingernails, and the Polish independence organizations had grown powerful.
Winter Palace
Alexander II roared, "When did these bastards gain the right to point fingers at the great Russian Empire?!"
The diplomatic interference of the various nations had already ignited the Tsar's wrath. They had always interfered in other people's internal affairs—since when had anyone dared interfere in theirs?
As for whether the Polish issue counted as Russia's internal affair, was that even worth considering? So long as the Tsarist Government occupied it, it was Russian territory. Whether the outside world recognized that was irrelevant.
No one dared provoke the enraged tsar. In tacit understanding, everyone watched Alexander II vent the fury in his heart.
"Has the army for suppressing the rebellion departed? I want every last one of those traitors hanged!" Alexander II said through gritted teeth.
Hearing Alexander II's question, everyone knew that His Majesty had recovered his composure.
War Minister Matthias replied, "The hundred-thousand-strong army for suppressing the rebellion has already departed from the Baltic Sea. It will enter Poland the day after tomorrow to put down the uprising."
No one took the Polish independence