C278 Sewers in France (2/2)
Of course, there was an exception, and that was Pierre, who was rejected by Fang Guan. This gold medal intelligence analyst was the only Frenchman in the entire Besanthus who saw through Xiao Letian's plan.
”Are you going to run? Should I snitch or shut up? God, what should I choose! ” In the darkness Pierre's beard was unshaven and her eyes were red, and her hair was disheveled like a chicken's nest.
This was a room with nailed windows, owned by the French Secret Police. The unfortunate Pierre was sitting at his desk, empty wine bottles littered the ground under the flickering candlelight. The table and bed were covered with papers, each one containing important French information.
Prussian's military transfer, French internal spy confession, the latest diplomatic intelligence sent over by the Austria, and of course Xiao Letian's entire schedule and tracking record during this period of time.
Intelligence analysis had always been a science. It was not easy to find traces and trails of the truth. Furthermore, this era did not have any computers, so everything depended on the potential of the human brain.
Could the Chinese army be hiding in the train from the hamburger south? Would Pierre be able to search for the meaning of the conspiracy with the complicated schedule of the hamburger train?
The four southern states of the Germany were suddenly threatened by Prussia's military. Was it possible that they wanted to divert the attention of so many soldiers who were being heavily mobilized and were practicing in the border areas?
Xiao Letian endlessly participated in all kinds of banquets. Although he was always drunk and had to struggle to walk in a straight line, why didn't he say anything?
Pierre was sensitive to all the disorderly information in his eyes. He was able to discover the hidden clues within them. Sometimes, he himself admitted that this strange talent was truly a gift from God.
Pierre was lying on the table with half a bottle of Burgundy in front of him. Normally, he did not have the money to drink this kind of high-end stuff, but now all the expenses were paid by the Intelligence.
Pierre knew that it was not because of the alcohol, but because of his own emotions. Fang Guan's slap had completely shattered his self-confidence.
”How can love be associated with politics? What does it have to do with us that the Emperor is going to travel to China? Pierre was not convinced, but so what if he was not? Fang Guan did not have time to listen to his logic.
When Pierre left Xiao Letian's villa that day, he hurriedly looked through a lot of information regarding the expedition of 1860. During that year, he had already been hidden by the Intelligence, but he did not know many of the details.
If one did not look, they would be shocked. British and French combined forces had attacked all the way into the Beijing, burning, killing and looting. Even the Royal Garden's Yuan Ming Yuan was burnt and destroyed.
All the excursions that ordinary people could understand were made after the glorification of the Government of France, and the intelligence gathered by Pierre was a true history. Without mentioning anything else, just looking at those shocking photos caused his heart to waver.
”It's a war between nations, why are you hurting the people? The Yuan Ming Yuan was a garden of ten thousand gardens, a treasure among human gardens. How could it be burnt to ashes? It was as Yu Guo had said, the two bandits destroying the summer palace was a humiliation to the entire human race! ”
Pierre was a romantic Frenchman, and most of the romantic people were conflicted. They seemed a little out of place because they were obsessed with their moral standards, and this kind of entanglement could sometimes really change history.
Pierre, who was scolded by Fang Guan, had an unusually heavy heart. On one hand, he felt that it was very wronged to have Fang Guan vent his anger, and on the other hand, he felt that it was very shameful for France to do such a thing that would anger both the gods and men. Pierre's heart was like a sesame seed cake, turning it over and over. Both sides of his body were being roasted until it was fragrant.
”Xiao Letian, do you think I can't guess your plan? Is it really just curiosity that you've been paying attention to the groundwater model for fifteen minutes in the city council? ”
”Does the abnormal movement of Prussian Army at the northern border have anything to do with you? Your army has saved so many orphans in hamburger, the entire Prussian Kingdom owes you a huge favor, won't they pay it back? ”
”Oh!” Let me calculate this properly. The possibility of Prussian Army directly going south to save Xiao Letian is about 15%, the success rate is about 45%, no no no, this ratio is too low. They would not be so stupid … ”
”If the Switzerland gives you an opening, then what are your chances of success? ”Oh, my God, it's 75% of the way in. It's almost impossible...”
Pierre was not really an intelligence expert; he was a mathematician, an expert on the application of mathematics to intelligence. What he was actually thinking about was the probability of success.
In his calculations, the probability of Xiao Letian using the new army to ambush the Besanthus was actually 90%. This was really a shocking number, Pierre really wanted to report this result to the French authorities, but at the last moment, he still retreated.