There were no bottles of red wine or whiskey in the wooden box that was pried open. It was full of particles*. The dancer grabbed a handful and threw it on the light, and there was a explosion of fireworks.
The noisy scene suddenly became silent. The dancer took the torch and stood on the piano box, gesturing and threatening everyone not to move. The piano players also took out pistols from their robes.
At the same time, hundreds of black figures rushed from the beach into the sea, quickly swam to both sides of the Calais, and climbed up on the ropes!
The six boxes were enough to blow up everyone present to pieces, and all the wine the sailors drank turned into cold sweat.
"Pirates...are you pirates? Tell me, how much do you want, and I will give you a ransom..."
With a muffled bang, the Bedouin warriors rushed onto the deck and hit the captain on the back of the head. Then several Chinese faces appeared on the ship.
"Haha... We don't want ransom. What we want is this ship. We will set sail immediately and land near Giselle and enter the depths of the eastern desert..."
"Quick, quick... we must disappear into the desert early tomorrow morning!"
The Calais was captured and took advantage of the darkness to quickly sail south along the west coast of the Red Sea. When the ship approached the Giselle area, dozens of small boats gathered around it.
All the crew members were tied up and sent ashore. All the goods on the ship were transported ashore in categories. A transport team consisting of six hundred camels began to transport these treasures.
Two thousand Bedouin tribesmen joined the robbery in the dark night. At five o'clock in the morning, the Calais had completely turned into an empty shell.
The Chinese officer corps inspected the merchant ship for the last time. They even used wooden sticks to carefully tap every inch of the deck to look for possible mezzanines. The tribesmen even smashed the wooden barrels containing clean water, for fear that some treasures would be left inside.
Behind the sand dunes on the shore, the captain, first mate, second mate, and dozens of older sailors of the Calais were tied up and tortured. The tribal warriors whipped them until they screamed in agony.
The painful torture lasted for a full hour and a half, and they were even separated from each other for separate interrogations. It was not until the white fish belly appeared in the east in the early morning that people were convinced that the ship was completely empty and there were no more hidden cultural relics in it.
Kerosene was splashed on the deck, and raging fire engulfed the merchant ship. More than two thousand tribal warriors and more than three hundred camels, carrying nearly a thousand wooden boxes, began to enter the inaccessible desert. Soon a strong wind destroyed all trace.
The fire on the Calais burned for a full day and night, and the British and French garrison had no interest in caring about the life and death of a broken merchant ship. By the time the news of the Calais being plundered by pirates reached the canal company, four days had passed. Got it!
North Jalalai! Desolation, barrenness, drought... This place has been a place where monastic hermits have lived since ancient times, while other people have no interest in this mountain range that does not even have cattle, sheep or pasture!
However, such an arid and barren place is the best place to store cultural relics. In a hidden cave, Guiyan Zuozuo and others finally saw the national treasure they had longed for.
There were also those Bedouin warriors who pulled the lamps, and I saw a familiar spiritual fervor from these people, just like the most devout believers praying to God.
"I didn't make a mistake... I really didn't make a mistake... Forty Views of the Old Summer Palace... It's really true..."
The one on the left was kneeling on the sand, looking at the forty-scene picture album with wet edges from the sea water with tears in his eyes, trembling with distress, and several other writers and artists were also looking at a series of picture albums as if they were holding their lives in their hands.
"So this is what the Zhengda Guangming Palace looks like? Qinzheng Qinxian, Jiuzhou Qingyan, Fanghu Shengjing... My ancestors, this is the garden of ten thousand gardens. I am really lucky in this life. I can see this with my own eyes. Baby...wuwuwu..."
Who in the capital doesn’t know how good the Old Summer Palace is? But who has really seen what the Old Summer Palace looked like? Even if you are an official, you are not qualified to enter the garden if your level is not high enough!
During the three dynasties of Kangxi, Yongzong and Qianlong, all the efforts of the whole country were devoted to building the garden, but it was burned down by a fire. Future generations can only imagine the grand scene of that year from the paintings!
But what is chilling is that even this orphan painting was snatched away by the French, and the Chinese did not even have the chance to take a look!
"What a crime! What a crime! The wonderland is just gone... gone..."
The Bedouins could not imagine that these pictures would make these people so excited. The instructors of the Chinese military officer corps, whom they regarded as heavenly beings, stood solemnly at the entrance of the cave with serious faces. They were personally standing guard for these national treasures!
The gun-wielding Bedouin warriors wanted to guard the masters for a while, but when they got closer, they realized that the eyes of those tough instructors were red at the moment!
"Go away, this is the treasure of us Chinese people, and we are the ones who have to stand guard!"
"Grandma... Why didn't we have Chinese people back then? Why didn't we have a head of state? This is our dereliction of duty and a shame for all Chinese people!"
After saying that, my eye sockets felt sore and tears burst out of my eyes!
Without us, we didn't protect you! From now on, you will never be let out of a foreign land again in this life!
The Forty Scenes of the Old Summer Palace is just an appetizer. The treasures that appear in the box at the back have already made these old guys who have been reading and playing for a lifetime completely crazy!
"Huangtian Bodhisattva! The bronze tiger bud from the Western Zhou Dynasty..."
"Really, really! Is this a wine container or a water storage container? Look at this tiger shape? Look at this inscription... It's a good thing from our ancestors!"
"The bronze sprinkler head statues in Haiyantang...cow head, dragon head...I have seen the drawings from the manufacturing office. This was designed by Castiglione back then..."
"Yuan Qinghua...the real seafood Yuan Qinghua..."
"Ru kiln big plate! Tianmu Yao turned into a jianzhan! Southern Song Dynasty hollowed out red lacquer box! It's an eye-opener. I have seen so many treasures in one day! It's an eye-opener..."
Guiyan Zuo was completely stunned. He finally knew what he was going to do on this trip to Europe. He was going to snatch the national treasure from home! This is a great virtue!
The box that was opened the next second shocked Gui Yanzuo even more. Inside the wooden box were ancient books wrapped in yellow silk satin. When he opened it, he exclaimed.
"Yongle Grand Ceremony! Ming Yongle Grand Ceremony! This box contains more than sixty volumes... Wuwuwu... I never dreamed in my life that I could see this treasure!"
"Quick, quick, quick... Let's work hard and count them all tonight... Find the head of state as quickly as possible. God knows how many national treasures we still have in France..."
At this moment, a white-haired old man directed two soldiers to pry open a large wooden box that reached the sky and the ground. This box was transported sideways into the desert by two camels.
I saw that it was filled with scraps of paper and soft straw. When I opened it, I saw that the scene was completely out of control!
"Qianlong red sandalwood seven-layered eaves pagoda! The prayer pagoda where Emperor Qianlong enshrined his biological mother's hair!"
