C3066 Mona Lisa and mummies (1/2)
It could be said that every room in the palace was filled with pleasant surprise. Pushing open any door would yield benefits, but because there were simply too many treasures, it was hard to give up.
Six hours, twenty-five carriages, how much treasure could they take with them? Time and space had restricted the scale of this robbery. It could be seen that Blanqui had some tricks up his sleeve.
The treasures of the entire palace could be divided into the following parts: The first was sculpture, the European sculpture was too famous, from the time of the ancient Greece to the modern times, all the previous generations of French Emperor had spared no effort in collecting it.
The experts recruited from Berlin could be considered to have opened their eyes to The Injured Philopimen, Louis XIV on Pagasos, Neptune the Sea King, Diana the Versailles, Venus of Arles, and Aphrodite crouching.
These were all precious sculptures that people would normally only want if they wanted to see one. It was impossible to calculate how many there were, so they had to make a conservative estimate of more than ten thousand.
Most of the precious sculptures were huge in size, making it impossible for them to transport them away. Everyone could only rub their hands and sigh. Those scholars could only choose small sculptures, such as those from the Greek and Roman era, and let the soldiers transport them away.
In addition to sculptures, the second type was oil painting. Needless to say, all the soldiers carried sharp daggers and bayonets with them, and the small oil painting directly moved away along with the frame.
Soldiers were shouting everywhere in the palace, ”Look!” There's a fart oil painting here... There are more here … Why are none of them wearing clothes! ”
”Enough nonsense. The Head of the Guards has already given the order. Any oil painting with fart like that is a treasure …” ”We can't keep even one of them, take them all away …”
”Diana Bath”, ”Beauty of the Three Gods”, ”Ma Li's Education”, ”Great Palace Maiden”, ”Bath of the Scholar”, ”Psyche of the God of Love”, and ”Field Concert”, these were all oil paintings of bare farts, there were countless of them.
According to the Führer's orders, he must take all of these useless western oil paintings with him!
This time, the looting of the French oil painting collection was truly a disaster. After all, Xiao Letian was a man of two lifetimes. He was not very proficient in the arts, but he had never eaten pork or seen pigs run.
Western painting is one of the most popular art collections in the world. It is a huge art category and easy to carry around.
The oil painting on his butt was just a joke with the soldiers. His goal was actually those real treasures, especially that set of Mona Lisa s.
”Find …” We need to find the Mona Lisa, the leader has ordered us all to die, if we can't get this painting, no one can go back! ”
The commandos brought their experts and ran around the empty palace. First, they searched through the entire Tuileries' Palace, then they rushed through the corridor and headed straight for the Louvre.
Stepping over the corpses of the French Guard and holding the crackling torches, the two old Berlin painters were so tired that they almost vomited blood. Finally, they were forced to let the soldiers carry them forward.
When they arrived at the square hall of the Louvre, SPECIAL SERVICES lit the candles on the wall.
”Oh God! Found, found... This is it, Mona Lisa! ”
Da Vinci's masterpiece must not be kept by the French. It must be taken away. Two soldiers rushed forward to pick up the portraits, but at that moment, a gunshot rang out and blood spurted out from one of the soldiers' shoulder.
”There's an enemy here …” Another soldier pulled his wounded comrade behind him, raised his hand to pull the loaded revolver from his waist, and fired into the darkness.
Puff puff puff … The sound of bullets entering flesh could be heard, and the darkness immediately quietened down. SPECIAL SERVICES held a torch in one hand and a spear in the other, and carefully moved closer.
In a dark corner, a French captain who had been shot in the chest was looking at the Mona Lisa with pitiful eyes.