Make France Great Again

I have received your message. After unanimous discussion by the French cabinet, it has been decided to give you the right to dispatch the Mediterranean Fleet at any time. You can dispatch the Mediterranean Fleet in Marseille Port and Naples waters for reinforcements when you think the negotiations are close to breaking down. To protect the safety of the Ottoman Empire.

Remember! The war must be delayed as long as possible to leave sufficient preparation time for French intervention! ! ! !

Jérôme Bonaparte, Emperor of the French Empire.

After reading the message, Valewski felt an inexplicable pressure, and the source of the pressure was the message in his hand, which was only half a piece of paper in size.

Although the content of the message seemed to only transfer the use rights of several warships to his command, behind the warships was a country's strategic focus in the next few years.

Once France enters the scene, a war surrounding the Near East will be inevitable.

Hundreds of thousands of people were fighting, and the fate of both countries rested on Walewski's shoulders at this moment.

For a moment, Walewski didn't know whether he should thank his cousin who was thousands of miles away, or whether he should throw his size 40 boots in his cousin's face through teleportation thousands of miles away. Although the latter can basically only be realized in Walewski's own dreams, and it is still during the day.

In short, Valewski's burden is undoubtedly heavier.

Thinking of this, Walewski couldn't help but shook his head and sighed to himself: "The situation in the Near East is really getting more and more dangerous!"

Then Walewski glanced at the telegraph operator. The two people sitting next to the transmitter were as silent as two emotionless machines. Walewski could not see any emotion on their faces.

Walewski nodded with satisfaction to the two telegraph operators he had personally recruited.

As messengers responsible for transmitting confidential documents, their confidentiality and loyalty must be high.

The life span of a silent radio operator is much longer than that of a big-mouthed radio operator who is idle all day long.

"Okay! It's time for you to go back and rest!" Walewski gave the order to rest.

"Yes!" The two radio operators stood up and responded to Walewski before leaving the radio room.

Watching the two telegraph operators leaving, Walewski nodded with even greater satisfaction.

Walewski did not know that the two telegraph operators in front of him, who seemed to have been "personally" recruited by him, were actually members of the National Intelligence Service's Foreign Intelligence Service.

Except for the embassies in the Far East, most embassies are filled with informants of the National Intelligence Service.

However, most of these people are only peripheral personnel. They do not understand the Foreign Intelligence Service and the National Intelligence Service. They only know that they are serving the police department.

This method of concealment can be said to be an advanced design in the 19th century when the espionage system was underdeveloped. It can effectively protect the operational structure of the National Intelligence Service from being discovered. The more inconspicuous an intelligence organization is, the greater the power it can generate.

Only those core personnel are the real existence of the National Intelligence Service, and these guys often hide deeply.

Walewski obviously did not realize that his embassy had been infiltrated by people from the National Intelligence Service. He was still happy that he could recruit excellent transmitters.

Not long after Valewski slowly closed the telegraph room door and left with a kerosene lamp in his hand, a sneaky figure walked cautiously against the wall.

There was only a faint sound in the silent corridor. In the dark night, it carefully came to the door of the telegraph room and gently pushed open the door of the telegraph room.

The door made a slight "click" sound under the push of the black shadow. After the door opened a gap that could only accommodate one person, the black shadow tiptoed into the telegraph room.

The dark shadow that entered the telegraph room arrived on the table in the telegraph room as if it was a familiar road without touching any obstacles.

After some careful groping, the shadow finally found the note that Valewski placed on the table.

Originally just trying it out, the shadow immediately became ecstatic. It took out a box of yellow phosphorus matches and candles from its arms.

When a yellow phosphorus match is gently drawn across the phosphorus surface, the flame produced touches the candle, and the candle is immediately ignited.

With the help of the shadow of the candlelight, I saw the content on the note. The shadow that roughly saw the content of the note put the note back to its original place, then gently blew out the candle and left the telegraph room.

The shadow that replaced the door thought that he was infallible, but he didn't notice a hair falling on the ground.

The color of this hair is exactly the same as the hair on Valewski's head.

Early the next morning, Valewski, who got up from bed early, opened the curtains and looked at Constantinople through the glass window.

Constantinople in the 19th century was full of onion-shaped buildings. Most of the men walking on the streets were wearing white coats, and some of them had their heads wrapped in turbans.

The woman, on the other hand, wraps her whole body, leaving only a pair of pitch-black eyes, making it impossible to tell whether it is a fairy or a dinosaur under the veil.

Of course, there are also a group of guys in suits in Constantinople. Most of them are businessmen traveling between Constantinople and other European countries, and some are other ethnic groups living in Constantinople. members of descent.

Through these three months of observation, Walewski discovered the decay of the city. This decay did not refer to superficial decay, but to spiritual decay.

Even the Tanzimat reforms were nothing more than a whitewashed coat over a decaying body. The core of this city, and indeed this country, has not changed at all.

Eventually Walewski came to a conclusion.

If the Ottoman Empire did not change the core of this mixed feudal system of bureaucrats + priests + guards, there would be no change at all.

All the reforms of the Ottoman Empire so far have only allowed their decaying body to be reluctantly continued.

If this empire was facing destruction in the 18th century, its evaluation would probably be much better.

The French Empire only maintained the reluctant operation of the empire for its own interests.

Walewski, who was looking down at the people coming and going on the embassy road, sighed again.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Walewski turned and shouted toward the door.

"Your Excellency, it's time to eat!" the acting military attache's voice came from outside the door.

"knew!"

After hearing the call, Walewski immediately opened the door and went downstairs to eat. When he passed by the telegraph room, he found that the door to the telegraph room was still tightly closed.

When Walewski came to the restaurant equipped by the embassy and was eating breakfast and reading the newspaper, he casually asked: "No one should have been in the telegraph room last night!"

After Valewski asked this question, he heard a "pop" sound coming from the opposite side of Walewski.

Walewski raised his head slightly and found that the acting military attaché sitting opposite had spilled milk on the table.

"I'm really sorry, I wasn't sure just now!" the Attaché said to Valewski awkwardly.

"Nothing! Just pay attention next time!" Walewski asked the servants in the embassy to replace them.

The servant hurriedly wiped the milk dry, and then helped the acting military attaché replace a glass of milk.

After eating and drinking, Walewski returned to the telegraph room again. When he pushed open the door to the telegraph room, he found that the hair he had caught in the telegraph room door last night had fallen out. He squatted down and pulled out the hair. pick it up.

Then he looked inside the telegraph room. No one had moved in the entire telegraph room. It seemed that the "thief" was not here to steal anything.

Immediately, Walewski came to the telegraph newspaper and gently picked it up. He found that the short hair he placed under the telegraph newspaper was also missing.

It seemed that the thief's goal was to read the contents of the telegraph newspaper, and a smile appeared on Walewski's lips.

Compared with the original version, the content of the telegraph newspaper has also undergone some changes.

Everything after "remember" in the second line was deleted, and the core content of the entire telegram was immediately replaced by a compromise message that focused on delay and supplemented by war.

It transformed into a declaration of war by the Ottoman Empire at all costs.

And all this Walewski did was to confuse some countries.

Another four days passed, that is, March 12th.

The day started in the morning with dark clouds in the sky.

Under the dark sky, you can clearly see the silhouette of seagulls passing at low altitude.

At about 10 o'clock in the morning, as a bolt of lightning shuttled through the clouds, there was a spring thunder and heavy rain that resounded throughout Constantinople.

It was as if God had opened a gap in the sky above Constantinople and poured out his own foot-washing water. It was pouring rain non-stop.

The sudden heavy rain forced pedestrians on the street to hide under the eaves and wait for the rain to slow down.

The raindrops hit the embassy glass fiercely, making a "crackling" sound.

Standing in front of the window lattice, Walewski looked at the heavy rain outside the window and shook his head unconsciously. Find the book garden www.zhaoshuyuan.com

It happened to rain heavily at this time. I really don’t know if it was a coincidence or an intentional arrangement.

The heavy rain continued for nearly an hour before gradually abating, and then another hour later, the downpour turned into a drizzle.

At this time, the low-lying streets of Constantinople were full of water, and the people taking shelter under the heavy rain splashed water half a leg high when they stepped lightly.

It was during this hazy drizzle that a steam cruise ship came from a distance and headed for the port of Constantinople.

The commander in charge of driving this warship is Lieutenant General Vladimir Kornilov, Chief of Staff of the Black Sea Fleet, and the "passenger" of this cruiser is Russia's "Plenipotentiary Envoy for War and Peace" Menshikov Admiral.

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