The most important thing in war is the smooth exchange of information. Although ancient people did not have high-tech technologies such as telephones and radios, local methods were also very effective.
Is it difficult to communicate between warships at sea? However, relying on flags during the day and light signals at night, the Royal Navy of the Empire where the sun never sets can still form a large fleet to coordinate and cooperate to dominate the oceans.
The army has a very efficient night light signal language. Even a torch can convey a lot of messages by waving it in different postures.
The light signal is even more scientific. A simple modified kerosene lamp, plus a light-blocking mechanism, can send simple secret messages through the frequency of the light turning on and off.
Raoul Rigaud did not have the code book in the hands of the government troops, so he had no way of knowing what messages those light signals that went on and off regularly conveyed.
But he saw with his own eyes that when a set of signals was sent, the spy would immediately die out.
And then there will be rumbles of gunfire from the government artillery positions, and flames will rise from the distant neighborhoods!
"I guessed it...these damn spies are sending coordinates to the enemy, sending coordinates in the military map..."
"The enemy's artillery does not need to be visually inspected at all. It only needs to be fired according to the coordinates. How can I shoot so accurately?"
"My dereliction of duty! I was on tight guard, but I still didn't catch all the enemy's spies..."
"Send a few brothers to sneak up and see if you can catch someone alive..."
Raoul Rigault's elite began to lurk towards the target in the darkness. Perhaps the other party did not expect that the commune would have the courage to lurk at such a close distance, so their precautions were extremely lax.
After a brief struggle, Li Gao's men withdrew, but there were no survivors and only two corpses!
"Sir, these people are ruthless. They refuse to surrender and even want to shoot as a warning! There is no other way but to silence them..."
Li Gao didn't say anything, but squatted down and began to study the corpse. The kerosene lamp that sent the light signal was also found. It was indeed the standard model of the Imperial Army.
After carefully searching the body, they only found a few pieces of scrap paper, pens, and some change. There was no trace of the codebook Li Gao wanted.
But on the left arm of this man's white shirt, people were surprised to find a small tricolor armband hidden inside the suit.
The tricolor flag of France is the legal flag of the Republic and the flag inherited by the new Thiers government. This armband must be a mark for the spies to identify each other.
"Tear off this armband and take it back...and then conduct a careful interrogation. If you find ten people carrying such armbands among the refugees, it means that we have been infiltrated by the enemy on a large scale. Leave quickly..."
Li Gao left. Fortunately, they left early. Three minutes later, a group of empire veterans searched the place like wolves and tigers. They rushed into the ruins and found the bodies on the ground.
"Bah... struggling to the death, so what if you find out?"
Nothing changed after it was discovered. One signal source was destroyed, as well as the second and third. After a short rest of twenty minutes, the artillery got the coordinates again, and the cannon exploded again!
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"Gentlemen! Ladies! Please raise your glass high and cheers to today's victory..."
Tonight was a night of death and chaos for the Paris Commune, but it was a night of celebration for the royalists throughout France!
Since the Treaty of Frankfurt has been signed, the Palace of Versailles is being handed over to the Thiers government one after another. At present, the palace in the east has been returned to the French government.
Before the German and Chinese garrisons were cleared, the French royalist nobles couldn't wait to hold a celebration ceremony in the palace.
A banquet was arranged, and fine wines were served like flowing water. These nobles even invited a Chinese chef from London to bring them very novel food enjoyment, including Xianzhiyuan seasoning, which is price-beating to gold. .
Xiao Letian and the British food empire need many Chinese chefs, so all the chefs who followed the mission this time were paid heavily to stay in Europe.
Moreover, in the past few months, several groups of Chinese chefs have been poached and traveled across the ocean to Europe to pan for gold!
Although these French aristocrats shout patriotic slogans loudly on the surface, in fact they will not reject anything that allows them to enjoy themselves.
The head of state defeated France, which was a shame for the people, but it had no psychological burden on these nobles at all. What they valued more was to quickly resolve the civil war and restore the past life of fine clothing and fine food.
What is compensation? In the final analysis, it is the people who pay, and as long as they have the rights and capital, all costs can be passed on.
"Gentlemen...good news is here again...the Algerian Third Division has recovered the Panthéon and the Sorbonne...celebrate them!"
"Vive! God bless France!"
"Those thugs were punished, and more than a thousand thugs were executed! The blood is washing away the empire's shame..."
"Long live! Long live the emperor! Cheers..."
No one here shouts long live the Republic today. The royalists are celebrating their own victory. The glory belongs to the emperor and the entire empire!
The extremely excited men and women hugged each other, their eyes red and swollen like wild beasts stimulated by alcohol.
The German officers and soldiers outside the window looked at this group of lunatics in confusion, "You are still excited about killing your own people? Are these French people all idiots?"
"They are not idiots...haven't you heard the Chinese head of state say that those people are a group of 'exquisite egoists'. In their eyes, whoever protects their aristocratic privileges is their biological father..."
"Those people from the Paris Commune are not good people. If such a group of bastards came out of Germany, I would kill them with bayonets!"
"In the middle of a national war, we are actually still causing civil strife? Fortunately, we have an iron-blooded prime minister and a wise emperor, which allowed us to win this war..."
The German officers and soldiers laughed at the French people while smoking. After talking for a while, an officer sighed, "Actually...actually those people in the commune are quite pitiful..."
"I went for a walk the day before yesterday. In a small village west of Versailles...a little girl who was only fifteen or sixteen years old begged me to sleep with her when she saw me!"
"I was shocked. After asking carefully, I found out... Her parents were all trapped in Paris. They went there before the war. The farmland was gone and was robbed by loan sharks..."
"Without a way to survive, I can only go to the city to work...but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing..."
"I don't know whether her parents are alive or dead, and the family has no income... She has two younger brothers, and the youngest one has starved to death this winter..."
"She...if she doesn't get some food...his second brother and herself...I'm afraid they will all starve to death..."
"Seeing this little girl...I miss home...I miss my daughter..."
"I didn't dare to look into her eyes... I threw her a lot of coins, turned around and ran away... It was so embarrassing. I had never been afraid in a battle, but that day I was really scared..."
A group of German officers and soldiers fell silent. Behind them was the celebration of the French royalists. The sound of cheers and the sound of champagne opening were mixed together. It seemed that they were going to party all night long.
