Chapter 1577: Suppression

Frederick II's eyes lit up; this idea was indeed quite good.

They had long wanted to reclaim other factories within Prussia, but they simply could not take them back now; they were currently short on troops, and if they could have taken them back, they would have done so long ago.

"General Ling Chen, it is worth a try, but we do not have enough troops right now to accomplish this."

"I apologize, we cannot help you," Frederick II said apologetically.

When Ling Chen proposed this matter, he had long anticipated it would be this way.

He said: "It doesn't matter, our troops are sufficient to accomplish this, but I need your cooperation; at the very least, we must have workers after we occupy them, and this matter requires you to handle it."

Frederick II nodded.

Although the Longyan army held a high status in the hearts of Protestants, in the face of a country like Prussia, their appeal was still not enough.

This required Frederick II to do this in the capacity of the King of Prussia.

"Very well, as long as you can capture them, we can provide the necessary workers to repair the factories, and you need not worry about the rest."

Ling Chen nodded; he was quite satisfied to hear this answer.

After both sides reached an agreement on some minor details and the construction of transport lines, Ling Chen returned to Hanover the next day.

At this moment, the other forces entrenched in Prussia were merely forces propped up by various European empires; the purpose of their existence was to hinder Prussia from uniting.

Ling Chen had long since known about the combat effectiveness of these people.

They did not have very strong combat effectiveness, but the weapons in their hands were very advanced.

After returning to Hanover, Ling Chen immediately organized a suppression plan.

Looking at the map, Ling Chen narrowed his eyes; if they wanted to take Hamburg now, their troops were insufficient.

Weapons and ammunition were also not enough; the bandit and robber groups in those factories they were to suppress became their primary task.

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And at this time, the Swedish King Adolf only felt that the world had gone dark.

According to the latest battle reports from the front.

The advance force he had sent out had engaged in fierce fighting with Hanover and the Longyan army half a month ago.

The Swedish Army was completely wiped out.

"Where is Little Peter!" Adolf shouted angrily.

The attendant looked at the military report with a bitter expression; everyone knew that Little Peter was the apple of Adolf's eye, and faced with such a result, no one wanted to see it.

No one wanted to tell Adolf.

In an instant, Adolf seemed to have aged more than a dozen years; he snatched the military report and looked at the words written on it.

The advance force was dead or alive unknown, and Peter was nowhere to be found.

Seeing such news, Adolf was completely devastated.

Collapsing powerlessly into his seat, Adolf's eyes were vacant; this not-so-old king's former ambition seemed to have completely collapsed because of the matter of Little Peter.

He completely lost the strength to continue.

He waved his hand, dismissed everyone, and sat alone on the cold throne of Sweden.

His mind was filled with thoughts of Little Peter.

He had originally only wanted to let the advance force go to the front line to scout for intelligence; he did not expect these troops to risk entering the heart of Hanover.

This was supposed to be a very safe military life, but he did not expect...

"Sigh," Adolf sighed.

Although he knew that Little Peter would definitely leave him, this was something already destined long ago.

He was the successor chosen by Elizabeth I of Tsarist Russia.

Little Peter would leave sooner or later.

But he did not expect that he would eventually leave in this way.

Thinking of this, Adolf lamented repeatedly.

Just at this moment, a messenger broke into the palace; seeing the sad expression currently revealed by the King, he did not know how to speak for a moment.

Adolf looked at the messenger who had rushed in hurriedly, and the sorrow in his heart was fiercely suppressed by him.

Adolf took a deep breath, making his voice sound as normal as possible: "What is the matter?"

The messenger hurriedly lowered his head and reported: "The Messenger from Tsarist Russia requests an audience."

Hearing that it was the Messenger from Tsarist Russia, Adolf's brows furrowed tightly.

The last thing he wanted to see right now was the Messenger from Tsarist Russia.

The Messengers from Tsarist Russia were just as annoying as the Longyan people.

They all wanted to snatch Little Peter away from his side.

These people made him feel extremely disgusted, but Sweden had no way to avoid receiving the Messenger from Tsarist Russia.

"Let them in."

Adolf said indifferently.

The messenger went down to convey the order, and the Messenger from Tsarist Russia walked in, looked at Adolf, and saluted: "Greetings to the great Swedish King."

Adolf raised his hand, restoring his posture as a Swedish hegemon.

"Rise."

The Tsarist Russia Messenger slowly stood up.

They looked at Adolf, and without waiting for him to ask, said directly: "We act upon the will of Her Majesty the Tsar, Elizabeth I, to fulfill the agreement made years ago with the Swedish King Adolf."

"According to the agreement, the grandson of Peter the Great, Peter III, should now return to Tsarist Russia to serve as the successor to the Tsarist Russian throne."

Upon hearing this, Adolf's expression immediately stiffened.

The emotions he had managed to suppress with such difficulty exploded once again.

Adolf collapsed inside, but he still struggled to control his face so that not a single trace of emotional fluctuation would show.

The air remained quiet for a long time.

The Messenger from Tsarist Russia sensed something amiss and asked suspiciously, "Noble Swedish King, may I ask if there are any other concerns?"

Adolf said in a deep voice, "No."

"It is just that Peter III is not with me right now."

"You no longer have any Method to take him away."

The Messenger from Tsarist Russia was stunned, then immediately asked, "Your Majesty, please do not make such jokes; our Tsar had an agreement with you beforehand."

"Could it be that Sweden does not wish to fulfill the agreement?"

"That is not the case, it is just that Little Peter's life or death is currently unknown, and I am also very saddened."

Hearing this, the Messenger from Tsarist Russia was suddenly shocked; what did it mean that his life or death was unknown?

"We are dull-witted, so please, Your Majesty, enlighten us!"

Adolf sighed and told the Messenger from Tsarist Russia what had happened previously.

The Messenger from Tsarist Russia was instantly dazed, feeling as if his head were about to explode.

Their Tsarist Russia crown prince had actually fallen into the hands of the Longyan; if he were dead, it would be easier to handle, but if he were alive, what if the Longyan used this as leverage?

Then their Tsarist Russia would have to pay a price.

This matter was too big, and he no longer had the authority to manage it.

It had to be reported to Elizabeth I as soon as possible; thinking of this, he turned and left.

He did not dare to linger for even a moment.

Regarding the disrespectful behavior of the Messenger from Tsarist Russia, Adolf did not dare to utter a single word.

Ever since Sweden was defeated by Tsarist Russia, it no longer had the ability to compete with Tsarist Russia and had now been reduced to a vassal of Tsarist Russia.

As the Messenger from Tsarist Russia left, he said coldly, "Adolf, you will pay the price for your foolish behavior!"

Upon hearing this, Adolf smiled faintly and ignored him.

He sat alone on the throne; after Little Peter left, it was as if he had lost all motivation.