C465 intelligence officer Pierre (1/2)

The battle that revolved around the Ryukyu could only be considered to have reached a truly exciting stage. Although the French artillery barrages from before were crazy, and the violence was violent enough, there were less twists and turns.

Now, all the chaos had gathered together to form a huge cyclone, and the super storms of the Pacific Ocean were about to erupt.

Inside Ryukyu, King Shang Tai and his subjects had already prepared for the negotiations. Right now, even the new forces represented by Fan Lian and Liang Kun were unable to stop them.

On the ocean, Ambassador of France and General Bruce were so excited that they had not slept for two days. The carefully selected French Veterans s had all fought with the black aboriginals in the desert forest of Africa, so their surprise attack on the negotiating table should be foolproof.

Looking at the old traitor Gong Cheng, he had already deceived countless of people by jumping up and down in Ryukyu for his brilliant performance. No one could guess that this old thing was addicted to selling his country, the excitement brought about by his act of deceiving and selling his country even exceeded the feeling of smoking cigarettes.

The Bulbus Glazed Island was already in a mess, but the other places were not much better off. Wang Huaiyuan, Sakamoto Ryoma, together with the four brave university students were already wandering around the ocean, looking for an opportunity to strike.

On the Japanese Nine Regions Island, Samoan s were also fighting with their lives on the line. In order to restrain the French, they even burned a large portion of the commoners' area without hesitation, and even faked a huge plague.

The storm was not limited to just Ocean Island. On the opposite continent, the Qing Dynasty had already started their secret operation, countless of them had started to pressure the imperial government with the help of their people, they had even temporarily formed an alliance with the Qing Liu that was led by Weng Tonghe, together, they strongly requested the imperial government to investigate all the remaining powers of the traitorous Xiao Letian.

Qing Liu's bullets flew into the Forbidden City like snow, and the eight flags' gossip poured into the Yangxin Palace through various channels. The strong pressure already shook the Queen Mother Ci An, she was the last calm fuse of the ruling class of the Qing Dynasty, the moment she burns the anger that had been accumulated for several years, it would erupt like a volcano. Who knows what it would be like by then.

Ceng Guofan's influence was on the continent, on both sides of the Yangtze River, and the ocean was not his stage. No matter how the Ryukyu fought, the Xiang Army would not be able to get involved, and the old man who first threw out the theory of hidden dragons, could only silently pray for Xiao Le at home.

However, Xiao Letian did not know about all of this. He could only make wild guesses on the British merchant ship and rely on his wine to get himself drunk.

This was the territory of the British, no one had to guess that everyone here knew that every sailor was an honorary spy of the British Empire. Every word that Xiao Letian and his subordinates said would definitely be recorded by someone with ulterior motives.

The Prime Minister's class and his regular deductions for war and chess had all stopped. All the officers were bored to death drinking and sunbathing on the merchant ship. The warm wind from the Indian Ocean had nearly softened their bones.

Everyone hated such a life, but there was only one exception, and that was the French gold intelligence officer, Pierre. This drunkard had made a promise with Fang Guan not to drink at all when he had a job, so Pierre's analysis of the information had been stopped all along the way due to the British surveillance.

Pierre had read about this long sea voyage almost in the wine cellar, and his daily life consisted of drinking, learning Chinese, eating, and sleeping … Along the way, all he drank was good wine that he normally could not afford.

Although he missed Fang Guan every day, he thought that he would still be going to Fang Guan's homeland to learn the life and culture that Fang Guan was familiar with. For the sake of his future happiness, he could endure the longing for a short period of time.

However, there was always an end to a relaxed holiday. When the merchant boat, under the protection of the British battleship, stopped at the Sri Lanka's Port of Jaffna, a secret information was sent up.

As it turned out, the Prussian intelligence personnel was quite capable, and the British were not as strong as they thought.

Baskets after baskets of tropical fruits, vegetables, meat, and food were carried onto the merchant ship. The Head Chef and the sailors were extremely busy.

”Be careful, you must be careful. These barrels are all top grade wines. Breaking one of them would be a waste of a year's worth of effort …” ”This is fine wine for guests, send to the wine storehouse in the hold …”

”Move the dried meat out of here, don't be like this …” ”And these mangos, take them directly to the kitchen …”

Even though the Head Chef was not big, he had a lot of prestige in the merchant ship, and even the captain did not dare to offend him. If they offended him, then only the heavens would know if he had saliva in the food they gave you.

Under the arrangements of the Head Chef, all kinds of food were moved into the cabin methodically, and at the same time, there was the meticulously prepared information collection of the Prussian from East Asia.

Pierre, the drunkard, had been found in the wine cellar. As soon as the sailors carrying the wine vats opened the door, they saw the Frenchman sleeping soundly in the corridor. Some of them kicked him in annoyance.

”Go back to your cabin and sleep, can you sleep here? Aren't you afraid of being smashed to death by the rolling barrels of wine at sea? ”Aiya, it really is lifeless and lifeless …”