Chapter 21: Napoleon's Ambition part 4
(The Trump card cont. )
The date is September, 8th 1806. The Russian Tsar received two letters one from their friend the Byzantines, and one from the upstart Napoleon. The Tsar called for Russia who opened the door and walked in. "Da, What is it boss?" The Tsar held up the two letters. "Oh, I suspect they want me to join the war, Da?" The Tsar nodded.
The Tsar opened the one from Napoleon first. "Dear Tsar, I do not expect you to except this in any way, I only offer you a way to get back what you want and a way to prove you domince in the Orthodox world over the Byzantines, prove you are the stronger of the two powers, and that you can hold your own against the Imperialist. If you want these please do join my alliance." The Tsar laughed inside, "Truly compeling words." He put the letter down and opened the other
"Dear friend and hopefully ally, Our relations are strong, no? I believe with your backing this war could easily turn in our favor, You will be held in Europe as a hero forever, and remembered in our peoples minds for the rest of our history. You will also be intitled to a sum of land in France, England, and Spain, as a duchy under your control for a total of a hundred years, until having to release the land back to its rightfull owners, As a show of domince, All of us will return the land come the hundred year mark, but if they are totally annexed by some who is greedy the land will be partitioned come the end of the war. If you are interested in this then do join the war." The Tsar laughed out loud, "The Byzantines always complicate the peace, trying to keep war fair, bah if I want land I will take it!"
The Tsar then began to think on the two letters. "On one hand I have a chance to break the cycle of subordenance of us to the Byzantines, but in the other I have the chance to devastate Europe and prove my power." The Tsar was conflicted, but then Russia picked up Napoleon's letter and read it to himself. "Da, I like this Napoleon." The Tsar looked up, "Then I think its settled I will write back. Prepare the military." Russia replied with, "да, сразу же."(1)
The ground were shaking as the Russian military marched to the border, it was almost as if the number of men moving was enough to create an earthquake. They stopped on the border numbering at least in the million, "Today men we prove our domince in the East FOR THE MOTHERLAND!" The troops charged over the border into German, and Byzantine land.
The Byzantine and German's were shocked when the Russians started to move into their land. They could do nothing to hold off the onslaught, they began pulling all troops off of the front with France and towards the Russian front. Triestan actually left the main army and started to head to the Russian front where they said Ivan was.
Triestan was furious with this outburst of aggression. "That Tratiorus bastard! I practically raised that bastard up to his status!" It was happening again another one of the people he felt close to is backstabbing him, but this time its even closer to home, and that had put Triestan over the edge.
Triestan ended up meeting Ivan one on one in around the Bohemia area, "Ivan you Mother fucker!" Ivan smiled, "Da, and you are nothing more than a punny failure that lives in the shadow of his dead brother." Triestan said no more but pulled out his musket and shot at Ivan. Ivan moved out of the way, "Ha puny Byzantium is trying to take on more than he can chew Da?" Ivan continued to taunt Triestan as the armies that were behind them began to come into sight. "Ivan lets settle this here and now!" Ivan continued to smile, "Da, and you will become one with me by the end of this war." Triestan charged at Ivan with his sword drawn, slashing at the Russian in front of him. Ivan sidestepped and punched Triestan in the face breaking his nose.
"You are getting old, Da." Triestan just wiped the blood of his face and ignored the pain. He took another slash at Ivan only to meet a fist to the gut. Triestan flew up into the air and landed flat on his face. "I am surprised at how weak you are." Ivan kicked Triestan in the face sending him into a back flip off the ground. Triestan finally got up and dropped his sword, "You want to fight this way then come get some." Triestan stood staunch and ready, even after being bloodied in the nose and getting sent to the ground twice.
Ivan smiled and walked up to Triestan and threw a punch only to have it caught, "You don't get it do you?" Triestan bent Ivan's hand back to the point where he broke it. In the background the two armies were fighting it, at first the Russians were winning, but then the Byzantines took them by supprise with a flank. "I have controlled and manipulated your people for years, how, fear, diplomacy, but most of all power." Triestan lifted Ivan to his feat and punched him in the gut as hard as he could, which caused Ivan to puke. Triestan then kicked him to the ground.
"You see Ivan, your people have only been able to tick me off for centuries, you ancestor, Kievean Rus was an ass, he took land from me and antagonized me, but I always found a way to beat them back into submission if not control them. Hell he was practically my bodyguard at one point." Triestan brought a boot down on Ivan's neck, "If there is one thing I know its how to control someone." He pressed down starting to choke the larger nation. "Once I have Europe under my thumb and my brother is back, the world will be ours once more." Triestan lifted the boot up and picked Ivan up by the scarf tearing it. "And this little trinket around your neck… Its very nice." He pulled tighter choking Ivan more tearing the scarf more.
Triestan picked up his sword and cut the scarf and pushed Ivan back to the ground. "Now kneel dog and give up this pathetic campaign." Ivan held the tattered scarf and started to cry, "My sister made that for me!" Ivan charged Triestan and tackled him to the ground and started to beat him up with a blood thirst in his purple eyes. Triestan was to taken back by the sudden attack that he couldn't counter. Ivan Ripped off the chain mail mask that Triestan was wearing and rapped it around Triestan's neck and he lifted him up by it and started to choke Triestan out.
Triestan could bearly see now with him losing sight as oxygen was being severed from his lungs, and he could do nothing. Ivan managed to connect the two ends and lift Triestan up by one hand like a hangman. Ivan turned him around, "Never again will you control my people, Da!" Ivan then punched him in the face with the other hand knocking him out of the hangman position on to the ground out cold.
Yes, Right away, in Russian, may not be correct, because it was done by google translate.)
Lesson learned here, do not mess with Russia's scarf.