The Chinese barracks are so dense that you can’t see the end of them at a glance. Even though they are only garrisoned by 2,000 people, judging from the area, there is more than enough to station 10,000 troops!
But in Blanqui's eyes, although the defenders here were small and the territory was large, he did not dare to covet it at all. He did not dare to attack this position at all.
The Chinese positions were more elaborate and arrogant than the Prussian army. Facing the Chapelle Gate was a continuous barbed wire fence. It was hard to imagine that the Chinese, who gave people the impression of poverty, spent so much money on the battlefield.
There are six lines of barbed wire, and a heavy machine gun bunker with fortifications is set up behind it. In the dark night, the cold weapons emit a faint blue light, and you can even see the flickering of cigarette butts when the garrisoned soldiers smoke.
A row of tall wooden watchtowers are almost as high as the Paris city walls, and the entire battlefield situation cannot escape the eyes of the Chinese.
The three parallel trenches are filled with hidden ammunition depots, medical points, permanent bunkers, and shooting pedals... The traffic trenches extend in all directions, allowing soldiers to move back and forth quickly without being exposed.
Although Blanqui did not see the artillery positions further away, he knew very well that for such a wealthy Chinese position, the density of artillery installations must be much greater than that of the Prussian army.
"How many lives are needed to attack this? With the six barbed wire fences and the machine gun positions behind them, it would be difficult for tens of thousands of troops to break through..."
After inspection by the sentry, the carriage finally entered the core of the camp. It was an endless tent area. Each tent had a small burning stove. The green smoke drifted to the northwest, making it look warm.
Soldiers snored one after another, patrolling guerrilla sentries exchanged passwords for the night, and torches and gas lamps illuminated the roads in the camp.
What shocked Blanqui was not only the defense here and the generous treatment of the soldiers, but he also saw countless open tents, which were all filled with treasures collected from Paris.
Statues, paintings, gold and silver vessels, ancient books... all treasures are stored in different tents in different categories, and each tent is guarded by soldiers with guns.
In the brightly lit tent, there were civilian-looking people wearing cotton coats and fur coats who were busy. Some of them were keeping accounts, some were pasting seals full of words on antiques, and some were carpenters breaking open wooden boxes bound by wooden boards. Pack and ship the registered and identified cultural toys.
In the distance, there seemed to be several trains parked outside the camp. The treasures that had been counted were loaded onto the trains, and it looked like they would be transferred soon.
Blanqui's heart was bleeding. This was France's artistic heritage accumulated over thousands of years. It was so sad to lose it overseas.
"I'm blinding you! I told you to wrap it with nine layers of silk and add nine layers of cotton. How dare you put in one less layer!" A sharp curse sounded in Blanqui's ears. He turned around and saw that it was a The lean Chinese man was scolding several workers with bright eyes.
Of course he didn't know what this man was talking about, but Blanqui knew the man standing deep in the tent. He was Xiao Letian, the head of state of the Chinese nation.
The one who cursed was Xiao Letian who personally welcomed the distinguished guests. The one on the left side of the imperial court at No. 1 Liulichang in the capital was half deceived and half forced by the Chinese to get him to Europe.
The most important task for this group of cultural relic appraisers in Europe this time is to identify the lost Chinese national treasures in France. These people have very vicious eyes, and they can't tell whether something is good or bad as soon as it passes through their eyes.
"Heartless things, the head of state pays you so much, not just to mess around! Do you know what this is?"
"This is a jade Ruyi from the Kangxi Dynasty! A treasure from the Old Summer Palace! Do you understand that it is a priceless treasure? Even if I touch a little bit, I can't afford to sell it to you..."
"Oh...my ancestor, be careful, that's the Shuangyang Zun of the Shang Dynasty!"
"Dzi Beads! Do you understand Dzi Beads! This is a Dzi Bead dedicated to Emperor Qianlong! Why did you put it together with the broken coral string? Is that a classification? You are so stupid!"
People in their own professional fields are tyrants!
Zuo Zuo felt that his life was worth it. He could see so many treasures that he had heard about but had never seen before, and even passed them by. He felt that his life had not been in vain.
Xiao Letian watched these cultural relics and everyone analyzed the lost national treasures in front of them bit by bit. The stories that had been forgotten for a long time came to his ears, making him extremely sad.
Everything you do is meaningful. Some people may think that they are greedy robbers. They just hide so many treasures in a private treasure house and keep them for themselves.
But Xiao Letian is not afraid of this infamy. He knows that his actions will definitely be supported by all Chinese people thousands of years later!
"The head of state is so excited! Looking at his trophies so late?" Blanqui said sourly.
Xiao Letian looked up and saw that the guests had arrived. He reached out to the tent on the side and asked, "Mr. Blanqui, I have prepared good coffee, wine and cigars. Come and have a taste..."
The soldier opened the curtain of the tent, and Blanqui was suddenly shocked, and a sense of shame came to his heart. It turned out that the people visiting this tent were all classified oil paintings, all of which were very well-known works of Paris' upper class.
Look at it. It is Manet's "Young Man Playing the Flute" that is leaning casually in the corner. Blanqui behind him is also familiar with "The Turkish Bath". Isn't it a famous painting once collected by the French Emperor?
Miller's "The Gleaners", Constable's "Hay Wagon", Géricault's "The Raft of the Medusa", Fragonard's "The Swing"... Famous paintings handed down from generation to generation are placed in the tent, waiting for them. with his unknown fate.
Blanqui closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to suppress his emotions, "Führer... I admire your outstanding commanding skills on the battlefield and your philosophy of governing the country..."
"But what I admire more today is your... greed!"
"That's enough! Why don't you stop? You have already plundered several museum collections from Paris? During this period, you have plundered at least 100,000 pieces of art. Aren't you still not satisfied?"
"What about the restraint and humility of Eastern people? Why can't I see it in you? I only see your greed!"
"Hahaha..." Xiao Letian laughed wildly, "Greedy? Maybe, these treasures will eventually be collected into my personal museum..."
"But, do these things really belong to me? You are wrong, the treasures in the world are inhabited by virtuous people! I just want to give these treasures some protection in the chaotic world!"
"It is foreseeable that the next one hundred or even two hundred years will be an era of great changes for mankind. Conflicts and wars will continue. God knows how many of these human treasures hidden among the people will be destroyed?"
"I won't go into detail, but let's talk about this strategic bombing of Paris by the Prussian army. How many buildings were destroyed, and how many treasures were destroyed at the same time?"
"With one cannonball, a sculpture of ancient Rome may be turned into powder... Instead of doing this, I might as well bring them together and put them under my protection!"
"So, this is not greed, your thinking is too narrow-minded!"
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