The action in the Tuileries Palace has finally begun, and the codename designated by Xiao Letian is 'Retribution'. This is very oriental, and it is also very idealistic!
Tell the whole world clearly that I robbed your French palace today just to avenge the Old Summer Palace! Don't think that there is no retribution in this world.
At this moment, Xiao Letian was waiting anxiously outside the gate of Chapelle. Originally, he wanted to enter the city in person, but he did not expect that all the officers and soldiers in the army collectively blocked it and even threatened him with death.
No one dares to let the head of state take the risk to enter the city. What are those lunatics afraid to do? If I really caught Xiao Letian with such a big meat ticket, let alone six shiploads of supplies, you would have to give me six hundred ships if I blackmailed you!
Sima Yun and Luo Huo even had a showdown with the head of state, "If you continue to be so crazy, we will invite the Prime Minister of Bismarck and let him take charge personally... We would rather give half of these treasures to the Prussians than let you take risks!" "
Xiao Letian knew that these people were determined. If they didn't agree, they might dare to send a report to the country, directly to the two ladies!
In the end, Xiao Letian didn't bother them. He could only sigh and ordered Luo Huo's general to enter the city in his place.
At eleven o'clock in the night, good news finally arrived in the city. Blanqui here also breathed a sigh of relief, "Head of State...I have accomplished everything I promised. Where is your promise?"
As he was talking, the sound of steam locomotives suddenly whirred from the north. Near the Porte de Chapelle was Paris's heavy industrial area, which itself had a freight station.
Xiao Letian temporarily repaired a truck to transport supplies from the lower reaches of the Seine River.
The front of the steam-spewing locomotive pushed through the darkness of the night and slowly drove towards the National Guard Corps like a monster. The head of state pointed at the train and said, "The first batch of supplies, 125 tons of wheat, 300 tons of coal, 1,500 cubic meters of cotton, and cotton yarn." , medicines, some tea..."
"Let your people unload the goods! There are more behind!"
The people in the commune were so poor that their eyes turned blue. Seeing these life-saving supplies, everyone was desperate for their lives. The commune dispatched more than 700 rickshaws and began to move the goods like ants moving.
Porte de Chapelle has become an area controlled by the Paris Commune and the Chinese. No sign of the Wehrmacht or the Prussian army has been found here. Although these two forces can guess what is happening here, everyone has chosen to be mute.
Outside Chapelle, the Paris Commune had a huge harvest!
And all the highly paid scholars and experts in the Tuileries Palace also let out crazy roars!
"Move, move, move... move everything away... God, how many treasures has the Emperor accumulated!"
At the end of the 19th century, human society was dominated by Britain, and the empire on which the sun never sets has entered an unshakable stage.
But when it comes to the rich and luxurious palace culture, France and the Qing Dynasty are still the best in the world!
One is relying on five thousand years of Chinese civilization, and the other has been firmly clinging to the Holy See since the Middle Ages in the hope of becoming the first guardian of Catholicism.
Both countries are obsessed with etiquette, especially the rich and luxurious palace culture!
Ordinary people cannot understand why these two countries devised so many meaningless formal court etiquettes, and why they continued to decorate their palaces with art treasures regardless of the depletion of their national treasury?
People can’t understand it, but that doesn’t mean it’s meaningless!
Because they all need to use this external form to prove the rationality and sanctity of their regime!
Remember, the rationality of the regime must be guaranteed by the army. This requires force!
And what guarantees sanctity? It relies on these staggeringly complicated etiquette and jaw-dropping wealth and extravagance!
What you have, I must have, but what I have is beyond your reach!
Paris is such a wonderful city, it can make any European king think he is a bumpkin!
The Forbidden City in Sijiu City and the Old Summer Palace outside the city are sacred places that can make monarchs from all over the world think that they are just idiots!
You know, luxury itself is also a kind of power, and it is very shocking!
This is an invisible force that can sometimes conquer people's hearts better than swords and heels!
It is precisely because of such values that the French royal families of all generations have taken pride in building palaces and collecting art treasures. Over the past thousand years, there have been countless treasures in the French royal palaces.
Luo Huo stood in the hall of the Tuileries Palace, looking up at the tall dome, and looking at the murals above, he felt like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
"The style of the damn Europeans is so different from that of China! Why are there flowers, paintings, and portraits everywhere? When you open your eyes at night, there are people all over the wall. Aren't you afraid of those with big eyes and small eyes?"
No one paid attention to General Luo Huo's nagging. Everyone wanted to grow four arms. The experts, who had been fed with gold coins, loudly ordered the soldiers to take away the most precious works of art.
"Move the ladder! Take off the oil painting on the wall... Forget about the frame, use a knife to cut it along the frame and take it away!"
"Napoleon crossing the St. Bernard Pass in the Alps...a heirloom of the Bonaparte family!"
"Come to the hall...oh my god...the coronation of Napoleon I!"
The soldiers were dumbfounded when they saw the oil painting. "I'll go! This is too big..." Wang Chen pulled out his dagger and looked around, "Isn't this five or six meters high?"
The look on the left side of Ghost Eye was not blown out. He looked around and calculated the size of this giant oil painting.
"Oh my god! It's so big! It's at least 27 feet long and 18 feet high... converted into foreign sizes, it's over nine meters long and over six meters high!"
"Stop looking at it. Find someone who is light and healthy and cut it off with a knife. Don't keep the frame!"
Before he finished speaking, a lean little man jumped out from beside General Luo Huo. This was a dragon guard specially sent by the head of state. He came and went as easily as eating.
At this juncture, who can find the ladder? The six-meter-high oil painting plus the distance of four to five meters below it is 11 to 12 meters high.
But in front of the little dragon guard, the four or five floors were like flat ground. The fine steel flying grasp in his hand was wrapped around the giant crystal chandelier, and his whole body swayed.
It stuck to the top corner of the oil painting as lightly as Spider-Man, and the sharp dagger cut along the edge of the canvas!
"Be careful! Be careful!" Those foreign experts were so frightened that they quickly reminded them in Chinese without four sounds. They held their hands in vain for fear that the oil painting would be damaged at all!
Luo Huo patted his belly and said with satisfaction, "Dragon Guards are doing things, and you don't have to worry about them..."
Before he finished speaking, the one on the left stuffed a hammer and a handful of nails into him. "My general, we don't have enough manpower. Hurry up and nail the boxes for us..."
"They are all ancient books. Look, this room is full of ancient books... This is the library of the Emperor of France!"
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