"My dear wife..."

After lying on the desk and writing for two hours, Desai finally completed this simple letter of home with only 30 lines in full text. At the same time, he wasted hundreds of blank papers. It should be noted that he subconsciously changed "Dear" to "Beloved" when he was giving Princess Maria. As for the content, he recorded his so-called care topics in an understatement, emphasizing that Princess Saxony must take good care of her body and be completely healthy as soon as possible, etc. Regarding when he would go to the Dresden Palace to welcome the princess's wife, who had never been masked, Desai did not specify in the letter, and only mentioned that she would return to Warsaw after returning to Warsaw.

This was originally a political wedding, so we should cater to and treat it with a political attitude. Any noble act of delusion and despair of turning a political marriage into happiness is extremely textbook-like stupidity, and its ending will only be even more tragic and terrible. In fact, the dull and intimate marriage with the Saxony Kingdom is also in line with the ruling interests of the monarchs of Central and Southern Europe. After all, no king wants to see Poland and Saxony truly unite to form the second unrestrained French Empire.

The same is true for Desai. Of course, this also involves a question of governing philosophy.

But when Andrew Desay finally decided that he would return to Warsaw, he would set out to implement an unprecedented political system on the land of Poland, a centralized monarchy, and change the loose system of great aristocratic political debate. The autocratic system and the centralized monarchy were obviously not in line with the current enlightened monarchy in Central and Southern Europe, but it would be of great benefit to the weak and barren Poland, because this is a summary of history.

After World War I, the reason why Poland was able to recover its country smoothly and rise rapidly was the effect of the autocratic and dictatorial rule implemented by Bissutsky. The most famous dictator, the tyrant in Poland's history, almost brought the revived Poland into the fast lane of European powers. Unfortunately, Bissutsky died too early and failed to cultivate a qualified political successor.

For Desai, he had the energy, opportunities, and was more capable of doing things that Bissutsky wanted to do but could not do, but he also lacked time. Because in June 1812, Napoleon's expeditionary force in Russia was only less than two years away.

No country can destroy the huge Russian Empire through a war. This is the iron law of history for hundreds of years. When Napoleon's ambition to rule Europe gradually collapsed with the failure of the war to conquer Russia, this is a challenge to Desai's ability and a great opportunity for him. As long as he can survive the cruel revenge of the Russians, he can win the respect of European countries, just like in 1920, after Bissutsky defeated the Soviet Red Army and won the Battle of Warsaw.

Compared with Bissutsky, Desai not only has an incomparable forward-looking advantage of time travelers, but he is still young, less than 30 years old. As long as he defeats the British Expeditionary Force in Wellington, he becomes a truly famous European general. In the Polish country described by Major Koror, Desai has learned that ordinary soldiers and middle and lower-class people are very willing to hear about the heroic deeds of His Highness the Regent. Whenever the news of Desai's army winning reaches Poland, citizens will spontaneously hold various celebration ceremonies on the streets of Warsaw.

Although the left-wing Jacobins represented by General Vibitsky, the great aristocrats represented by Prince Poniatovsky, and the neutral legionists represented by General Dongblowsky, also led the Polish people to defeat the Austrian invading army in 1809 and won the great victory of the Battle of Poland (part of the Second French-Austrian War). But in the same way, ordinary people were extremely disgusted with the endless struggles of the above-mentioned three factions in the country's political life. What was even more disgusted was that these bastards could not even resolve the minimum crisis of food oversupply. Whether in cities or in rural areas, most Poles still lived in extreme poverty.

Through a large number of introductions from some pro-Desay Polish newspapers and the effective propaganda of the Military Intelligence Agency, the Poles learned that His Royal Highness, their crown prince, had actually established an emerging Catholic country on the Iberian Peninsula. In just two years, the Kingdom of Catalonia-Aragorn developed into a wealthy country along the Mediterranean coast, where there was politically stable, economically developed, and merchant ships gathered. Every Polish sailor who was fortunate to visit Catalonia was willing to tell his compatriots around him about the prosperity of the city of Barcelona.

During this period, the Liberator Times, which was secretly acquired by the Military Intelligence Bureau, published an interview report by a Polish sailor, which read: "This is the most prosperous, tidy and orderly street I have ever seen. The windows of shops on both sides are filled with a wide range of exquisite goods, from gold, silver jewelry, clothing, shoes and hats, to daily necessities, food and flowers, etc. Although the bustling customers keep taking out coins from their pockets and buying bulk commodities in the store, the store always transfers new goods from the warehouse in time and puts them on the counter one by one. Very few scenes of out-of-stock goods happen here.

In Barcelona, ​​whenever the end of the month or the middle of the month, ordinary workers in the factory can walk freely on the Street of Rambla. They carry their wives and children, holding colorful purchasing rolls printed with colorful colors in their hands, and enjoying a two-week shopping carnival. It is a war benefit sent by the Crown Prince of Desay to the city people. Various products can be obtained for free or purchased at a cheap price with the purchasing rolls in their hands.

I once met a Polish immigrant who settled in Barcelona, ​​Parnuvsky, a senior textile worker in a textile factory. Parnuvsky told me that I was very satisfied with my life here, working 10 hours a day, working 13 consecutive days, and enjoying a day of paid leave. As for the weaver's weekly salary, I felt jealous, and it was as much as 10 zloty, which was enough to support their family of five. This was twice as much as my income as a sailor. Of course, it did not include the purchase order twice a month and the year-end bonus.

When I expressed my envious expression to Parnuvsky, he told me that the most enviable Polish immigrants in this country were in the army of the Regent (His Royal Highness). Not to mention the officers, even a soldier and his family members, they could basically enjoy a life of food and clothing. Especially the children of the military can enter the school run by the Regent and receive free education. Even if the soldiers are unfortunately killed or disabled, their wives and children at home can receive a fertile land and a pension."

After the long and long reports were truthfully conveyed to the Polish people, everyone increasingly hoped that His Royal Highness would return to Warsaw as soon as possible, inherit the throne, and introduce a wealthy and healthy life to the poor and embarrassed Poles, so that they could also taste the taste of happiness. For radical young people with idealism, they would be more willing to join the army of His Royal Highness of the future, serve the king and Poland, and while giving their families land, wealth and education opportunities, they would also want to revenge with a hearty victory, and even conquer the mortal enemies of the Polish Kingdom, Prussia and Russia, in order to achieve the revival of the great Poland.

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Two days later, the port of Lisbon was cloudless, sunny and sunny. After waving farewell to His Royal Highness on the shore, Major Korol led a Polish fleet carrying two thousand newly liberated black workers, and then raised his sails. They would sail from the mouth of the Tejo River to the Atlantic Ocean, docking in Nantes, France and Copenhagen, Denmark, along the way, and finally return to the port of Danze on the southern coast of the Baltic Sea.

After a few hours, Desai led the city nobles of Lisbon and many members to reunite at the ferry of the Tejo River. They were welcoming the third Spanish envoy who had just arrived on the other side of Lisbon, the third Spanish envoy, the Minister of State of King Joseph Bonaparte, the Marquis de Urquiho, and the grandfather of Miss Litisia.

Unlike the previous two times, Desai was indifferent to Madrid's envoys, this time, the Conqueror brought a rich and luxurious welcome team. The famous families and main officials who stayed in Lisbon were asked to attend. The manes of horses pulling sedans were neatly combed neatly, and gold and silver jewelry were shining brightly under the sun. The drummers and trumpeters were all full of velvets, colorful gems, and glittering ornaments.

One month ago, Marquis Biyero, who had just ascended to the throne of the Speaker of the Lisbon Parliament, was standing respectfully beside the conquerors. The two were talking relaxed and happy, and everyone around them looked envious or jealous.

The old Portuguese marquis is 54 years old this year. He is tall and thin, with a rosy face and strong body. His blue eyes look quite charming. He still doesn't look old and has 25 mistresses in a row and has many illegitimate children.

Taking advantage of the fact that most of the audience turned their gaze to the Madrid fleet that was about to reach the shore, Marquis Biyero looked for an opportunity and respectfully expressed his obscure gratitude to the French marshal. Because Desay had eliminated his nephew and the only legal heir of the family, Perot Biyero, according to the old Marquis' private wishes, cleared the obstacles for his illegitimate son to take office.

Desai just smiled, but didn't speak.

Soon, Marquis Biyero shifted the topic to the current current affairs. He was vaguely worried that the Madrid envoy would harm his own interests, so he carefully suggested: "Dear Regent, my colleagues and I are willing to accept the rule from Madrid, but in terms of autonomy in taxation, I hope that your Highness, you can argue for us one or two words before the Minister of State."

Desai looked at the old Marquis calmly, nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will follow the spirit of the previous contract."

When the Lisbon nobles wanted to continue to express, the drum band on the dock had already started playing. The fleet of Madrid's special envoy arrived at the port. At this time, all kinds of people flocked to the river bank to watch the fun, which seemed to be crowded with people and crowded. However, there were not many smiles, and most of them looked worried. Their worries met Marquis Biyero.
Chapter completed!