Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Xiao Letian had never thought that just as he returned to Berlin, before he even ate his dinner, he would run into Bismark's special envoy who was standing outside the train station.

"The Führer! The Führer! Our Prime Minister wishes to see you. He has something important to inform you of! "Please hurry up and board the carriage …"

The train station was surrounded by armed soldiers and black carriages. The people in the carriage were all familiar faces. During this period of contact, as important members of the negotiating team, they frequently came in contact with Xiao Letian and the others.

Amongst them was even the first secretary of the Prime Minister Bismark and the first aide-de-de-camp of the Mou Qi Chief of Staff. These were all officials with power in Prussia. The fact that they were able to personally receive Xiao Letian at the train station showed that the matter was indeed big.

Xiao Letian and the rest did not dare delay any further, and quickly rode on their carriages, under the escort of the elite cavalrymen, they set off for Prime Minister's residence.

Late at night, Berlin had a unique beauty. The orange gas lamps that illuminated the streets gave off a soft glow, making people feel very relaxed and comfortable.

However, the atmosphere was destroyed by this squadron of vicious cavalry, and the citizens on both sides of the street were frightened into hiding. Looking at the army rushing in front of them, no one knew what had happened.

Inside the carriage, Prime Minister Bismark's secretary said to Xiao Letian in a low voice, "Leader! "It's the latest news from France. I'm not sure about the details, but I have a feeling that the war is getting closer …"

The cavalrymen in front drove all the cars and pedestrians on the street, and the entire convoy arrived at Prime Minister's residence without any obstructions. Before the carriage even stopped at the entrance, Xiao Letian jumped off the carriage with an ashen face and walked into the residence with large strides.

When they arrived at the living room, they immediately saw Bismark, Lao Maoqi and the crown prince.

"What happened?" Xiao Letian casually threw the cape to Attendant.

Bismark held onto a thick cigar in one hand and a glass of whisky in the other. This is our best chance! "

"Take a look, this is a message that our Intelligence just delivered, Paris is already a pot of porridge, Napoleon III is simply an idiot pig."

Xiao Letian took the telegram and read it carefully. In the end, his eyes were as big as eggs and he placed the telegram down in disbelief.

"My God! This is too dramatic. I really can't believe that this is real! "

Lao Maoqi stroked his beard and sneered, "France is like that now. Napoleon III, relying on his cruel and high pressure to rule the empire … This kind of thing has happened more than twice! "

"There's a saying in Europe, did you know?" Napoleon III relied on 500 thousand troops, 500 thousand officials and 500 thousand Black Army to rule the France together! "

"You may not know what the Black Army is, but it's the shameless group of black robed Catholic monks. Do you really think that Napoleon is so desperate to be friendly with the Vatican, that he has no place to spend his money on? "

"No, he wants to borrow the power of religion to rule the The French people! What era was it? "He still wants to do what he did in the Middle Ages. His failure is already certain!"

Xiao Letian lit up a cigarette. He was already speechless, as he stared at the big words at the beginning of the telegram.

"The reporter from the Marseille, Victor. Nova, was shot by Napoleon III's nephew at 9 am! "

Napoleon knew that a nephew of his had been conferred with the title of prince. The nephew's name was Pierre. Bonaparte had the same name as the gold medal analyst under Xiao Letian.

However, although their names were the same, the fates of the two of them were completely different. With the support of the emperor's uncle, his nephew was bestowed the title of a prince. His reputation in Paris was very bad, he was fond of alcohol and sex, and loved to hunt. He often relied on his uncle's prestige to duel with others.

However, he also knew who had given him his wealth. Therefore, regardless of whether it was in public or private situations, he would do his best to protect his uncle's prestige.

In Paris, there was a newspaper called the "The Man of the Marseille", which often carried articles denouncing the emperor's policies. And this reporter, Victor C. Nova, working for this newspaper.

Wei Keduonuowa was also a firm anti-imperialist. He sympathized with the working class and supported the republicans.

A while ago, he directly wrote an article criticizing Napoleon III's constitutional reform, which clearly deceived the masses.

This time, it was more lively than ever. Napoleon III's unskilled nephew angrily reported the duel letter to the chief editor. He insisted on fighting to the death in the arena.

The editor of the Marseille People's Report was also a cold and fearless stubborn donkey. He accepted the written challenge on the spot and got Wei Keduonuowa to send a written challenge back.

As a result, a tragedy occurred during the delivery of the written challenge! Inside the prince's palace, Wei Keduonuowa was not afraid at all. He had an intense quarrel with him, and due to the disagreements between the two parties, they started to curse each other.

This Pierre. Bonaparte was also very generous. He couldn't outtalk the reporter, so he pulled out his gun and shot Wickado in the living room. Nova.

What was even more infuriating was that the emperor's nephew felt neither guilt nor fear. He even allowed his subordinates to carry the corpse back to the newspaper.

This is killing to establish authority, Pierre. Bonaparte's stupid brain might think that would scare the rebels to death!

After the corpse was not thrown into the Marseille newspaper, the entire Paris newspaper industry was completely shocked. Immediately after, all of the civilian political groups went crazy.

It was a challenge to human rights that a member of the royal family should dare to kill a citizen without going through the law, and a very prestigious journalist at that.

Bismark put down the wine cup, smirked and said, "At this moment, all the working class in Paris and those Republican disciples have already begun to connect in secret. Tonight, there are at least 300 secret meetings going on!"

"Tomorrow the citizens of Paris will be out on the streets, serving as reporters for Victor C. Nova was buried. God knows what kind of trouble will happen then. Let's guess, how many people will be out on the streets? 20 thousand, 50 thousand, or 100 thousand? "

"I'm really looking forward to it!" This funeral will definitely become a demonstration in the end, and Napoleon's days won't be easy! "