In fact, God really gave Molière and France a chance. In the underground bunker on the battlefield, if Moliere chose to send the CIA code book by telegram at that time, whether it was the embassy in Beijing or Shanghai and Hong Kong. Consular Section.
As long as this cable can be sent, the CIA's secrets will be exposed.
There is no need to even send the original code book. Molière only needs to tell people outside what the rules of the Chinese code are. As long as these rules are exposed, it will be impossible to crack the code book based on the national strength of Britain and France. But it's just a matter of time.
It's a pity that Molière missed the last opportunity given to him by God. He lied because of his selfish thoughts. He deceived Raymond and others that the submarine cable had been cut off and that now only the local area network was working on the battlefield.
It's all nonsense. The Prime Minister's Office controls the military and political power of the entire Chinese area. What's the point of not having effective communications? Xiao Letian was able to start from the island of Ryukyu, reaching the Far East and Ezo in the north, and Luzon and Borneo in the south. Such a huge area could obey his orders, and the role of telegraph was indispensable.
If Xiao Letian still had primitive manpower plus war horses, sailing ships and other means of communication, how could he rule such a fragmented area divided by the sea?
Access to government orders is the basic condition for a country to maintain order. Xiao Letian dared not cut off submarine cables even if he cut anything! The Jiangnan South Banknote crisis is now intensifying. The exchange price between banknotes and silver coins changes three times a day. Under such circumstances, it is even more impossible for Xiao Letian to cut off communication rights!
After listening to Pierre's explanation, Raymond and the two covered their faces in pain and cried bitterly. Victory was originally so close, but now it is so far away.
"So many people have died, and you can get a huge credit right before your eyes. But in the end, they were all destroyed. They were all destroyed by this bastard... Why is this! Why..."
Pierre's eyes rolled and he understood everything. "Why else? For power! Molière is also a celebrity in Paris. He is highly regarded as a guest of countless high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and he has countless mistresses. …”
"When the spring breeze was triumphant, I met Xiao Letian, a rule-breaker. His repeated failures stripped him of his halo. The young man had never suffered any setbacks, and he became paranoid when he encountered a blow..."
"He doesn't understand the principle of using time to slowly wash away shame. He just wants to take revenge and restore his reputation impatiently! But the more impatient he is, the more he will fail, and the more he fails, the more perverted he will be..."
"Until the end, he became a complete madman! The Chinese code book is a great achievement, a great achievement that can completely erase his shame. How can he share it with others?"
"When this information passes through the hands of one layer of people, one layer of people will share the credit. The more layers it passes through, the more credit will be shared! In fact, I can guess Molière's plan. I'm afraid he wants to do this. A copy of the code book was sent directly to the Emperor of France. Only in this way can he keep the biggest piece of cake..."
Pierre gave the idea of the problem because he himself was a victim of the French bureaucracy. He was originally a gold medal intelligence officer but ended up becoming a drunkard in the pub. The reason had a lot to do with that system. It matters a lot.
If you are talented and can do great work, countless high-ranking officials and dignitaries will share your credit. If you bow your head and pretend to be a grandson and let others bully you, then you may get one or two percent of the leftovers.
But if you don't know how to contribute your work to your superiors, and try to live alone, then your end will be eternal ice. Even if you are a genius, you will be destroyed.
Pierre could feel Molière's emotions at that time. The feeling of contradiction, entanglement, and powerlessness was very painful. When I was drinking heavily, I almost went crazy.
Listening to Pierre's enlightenment, Raymond and the two gradually calmed down. Finally, they sighed and said, "Maybe this is all God's arrangement! But when I think about working for a Chinese in the future, I feel a little bit... Not reconciled..."
Hearing this, Pierre's face darkened, "Put away the ignorance and arrogance in your heart! Don't apply all the prejudices against the Chinese in your hearts to the Prime Minister. This is a man who tolerates the world in his heart. His greatness It’s not something you can understand!”
"Now you are just beginners, peripheral members of the CIA. In the future, you will have to undergo a long period of training and loyalty assessment. Gradually, you will be exposed to more secrets... I will not tell you those secrets. Let me tell you only one thing, if you are lucky enough to come into contact with the Prime Minister’s huge core strategic plan, you will be ashamed of your ignorance!”
"At this moment, you think that the Prime Minister is the enemy of France and we are the traitors of France. Maybe in the near future, this understanding will be completely subverted, and then you will slap yourself in the face!"
"Okay, now your work begins. This pile of data is the current odds and exchange ratio of Jiangnan Qianpiao. From now on, do the calculations and see how much money we can make if we close the network now. ! Okay, don’t wait around stupidly, there is no place for idlers, work hard, hurry up!”
Raymond and the other two did not expect that they, an elite French intelligence officer, would actually become an accountant under Pierre. But at this moment, they had no choice but to plunge into the vast ocean of numbers and follow the accounts of those Chinese people. The flowers got busy together.
Pierre looked at the two busy backs and smiled secretly, "If you don't polish off the burrs on your body, how can you really be used by me! Work hard, the door to a new world has been opened!"
The hot battle on the battlefield was short and fierce, but the secret battle outside the battlefield was complex and long. Now the battle on Tangwan Mountain has left the stage of intense conflict and entered a long stage of heart attack.
In the circular trench halfway up the mountain, countless Chinese soldiers were busy building fortifications. Shovel after shovel of soil was covering the outside of the trench facing the enemy. There were parallel trenches, traffic trenches, heavy machine gun positions, ammunition depots... all kinds of Ancillary units are also under construction.
The rear artillery positions are even more busy, with rainproof awnings, drainage ditches, and safe ammunition depots... After work, they must also be ready for orders at any time to carry out local artillery suppression, so as to ensure the deterrence of the enemies on the mountain.
The position approaching the battlefield is so busy, and the rear is not easy either. The mountain roads are full of soldiers and civilians transporting supplies. Horses and mules drag ammunition boxes through the narrow mountain roads with difficulty. Every box of ammunition is delivered to the mountain. It takes the strength of nine cows and two tigers.
