The Shadow of Great Britain

Chapter 1195: Chapter 133: Gottingen Has No Secret Police (6K6)_3

Ramorino and Mazzini went through great effort to gather some of the people back, but the originally planned 800-strong team had dwindled to just 400. What’s more absurd is, by the time the expedition force set off, there were 400 people, but before they even left Switzerland, half had already fled, leaving less than 200 by the time they reached the Italian border.

Mazzini at this moment wrote to Ramorino, hoping he would continue the advance. However, Ramorino believed that with the current number of troops, failure was inevitable. Thus, he disbanded the troops at Saint Julian on the border, and as for those few who were unwilling to leave, Ramorino led them to form an assault team that rushed into the Kingdom of Sardinia like headless flies. After wandering within Sardinian territory for three days, Ramorino quickly disbanded this assault team that hadn’t fired a single shot.

After saying this, Nourri was so angry he felt a faint pain in his chest.

Everyone present, whether involved like Garibaldi and Great Dumas, or just there for the spectacle like Mendelssohn, all widened their eyes and didn’t know what to say.

Even Arthur couldn’t help but mutter under his breath: “Amateurs.”

Arthur originally worried that giving too much support to Mazzini and others might let them cause a huge stir in Italy, but he hadn’t expected he was vastly overestimating their level of professionalism.

From Nourri’s description of the situation, if Arthur were to lead the Scotland Yard officers to revolt, they could do much better than Young Italy. At least Scotland Yard wouldn’t fail to fire a single shot, as even beneath the Tower of London they once fired a volley.

Meanwhile, Arthur couldn’t help but feel gratified for his previous correct decision.

Luckily, he didn’t hand the full Foreign Office’s aid fund to Young Italy, or otherwise, this money might end up in the pockets of some corrupt elements in the uprising.

This money in Sir Arthur Hastings’s hands, at least 500 pounds were reliably given to Garibaldi.

Garibaldi paused for a long time before he remembered to be angry.

But this wasn’t entirely his fault; Garibaldi had long considered the possibility of the uprising failing and was mentally prepared to sacrifice for Italy. However, no matter his level of imagination, he hadn’t expected the uprising to fail in such a manner.

Garibaldi clutched his ragged felt hat and threw it to the ground: “You mean they all ran without firing a shot? I thought what I did in Genoa was failure enough, but I hadn’t expected someone else to outdo me in that respect!”

Nourri, holding his forehead in agony, said: “Enough, talking about this now is pointless.”

Garibaldi, gesturing wildly in an intense mood: “Adolphe, I know they are patriots like me, but with the way they handled things, I still need to complain a bit! You know how hard I tried in Genoa! I agreed to their arrangement, joined the Sardinian navy in Genoa, every night in various restaurants in Genoa I invited the naval brothers to dine and preach revolution ideologies to them.

Every night in the London Café in Genoa one can hear me passionately delivering speeches, not just to naval brothers, but even Genoa’s vagabonds gather to listen. When I shouted ‘Down with the Emperor’ on stage, even the little dog raised by my navy friend Siconco would habitually stand up, stretch out its two front legs to express approval. On the Oulidici ship where I served, over half the sailors were developed into Young Italy members by me, even the artillery unit’s quartermaster Lieutenant Cristini was…”

Arthur, hearing this, couldn’t help but raise his hand to interrupt Garibaldi: “Wait, Giuseppe, if I’m not mistaken, you’re saying you go to the café every night to shout slogans like ‘Down with the Emperor?’”

The Prussian, Heine, leisurely sipping coffee: “Forgive him, Arthur, he hasn’t lived in Prussia. The sunlight on the Apennine Peninsula has made these Italians too naive. I strongly suggest, before leading any organization, future leaders of Young Italy should first live in Germany for at least three years.”

Great Dumas, although reluctant to criticize Garibaldi, still couldn’t help but suggest: “Giuseppe, even if you lived in London for a period. Though the Scotland Yard officers are comparatively mild by European standards, I believe they could still teach you a lesson.”

Garibaldi didn’t argue stubbornly; he was likewise very frustrated: “I indeed lacked some experience, because I didn’t expect Lieutenant Cristini and the others would betray me. I originally thought our bond was strong; every meal and drink during that time was on me, I even told them how great their prospects would be once the uprising succeeded and the republic was established, but…”

Heine, coldly commented: “Mr. Garibaldi, although saying this might seem inappropriate now, but if I were in their shoes, I would also betray you. Because whether or not the uprising succeeded is uncertain, whether there’s great prospects following success is uncertain, but once the uprising fails, they would certainly lose their jobs and be hunted. Reporting you to their superiors is a certain gain as well. The risk and reward here are too disproportionate. Besides, with you shouting anti-monarch slogans at the café every day, I reckon even if they didn’t betray you, Genoa’s police definitely already had their eye on you.”

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