Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

When the last carriage left Tuileries' garden, it was 4: 55 in the morning. It was five minutes early from the scheduled time.

It was a long winter night, and five o'clock was the darkest time of the day. However, there were countless supervisors quietly guarding the streets, expelling all outsiders.

The explosion just now had woken up a group of residents. Those residents opened their windows and looked out carefully. However, they immediately encountered the scolding of the supervising team.

"What are you doing? "Close the window, hang the curtain, go back to sleep …"

"Hurry up, if you don't turn back now, we'll take you as a spy …"

Faced with such a fierce threat, everyone was so scared that they withdrew their heads. The massacre from yesterday, especially the battle that happened in the middle of the night, was still vivid in everyone's mind. They were truly frightened.

However, there were always some people who were too curious. Their courage was too great. The curtains in the pitch-black room were drawn back, and only a crack could be seen to reveal the eyes inside.

The horse carriage moved very slowly through the streets. It seemed as if there were a lot of spoils of war inside. The onlookers wanted to scream out in shock, but they were stopped by someone's hand.

"Don't make a sound, don't you want to die? "It's fine as long as you secretly watch. Don't say it, don't say it …"

Just like that, Goddess of Victory revealed his ankle outside the window. Venus, with his severed arm, could not hide his snow-white calf inside the carriage. At this moment, even a fool would know what had happened.

Hot tears flowed from the eyes of countless people. They wanted to scream, they wanted to rush out and stop these bandits, they wanted to vent the pain and suffering in their hearts.

However, they did not dare to do so. They could only cover their mouths and watch helplessly as all of this happened right in front of their eyes!

If the country was destroyed and families lost, who would care about the life and death of the cultural relics?!

Xiao Letian had been waiting outside the door all night. This transaction was too risky, once it was exposed to the public in Europe, it would be completely drowned.

Therefore, everything must be kept a secret. Furthermore, all artifacts must be transported back to the country as soon as possible.

"Have you returned? How's the completion of the mission?" Seeing Luo Huo, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Thankfully, we did not fail our mission. The leader brought out all three treasures that he wanted!"

This was something he had seen countless of times on the photos, magazines, and internet in his previous life. Xiao Letian knew from the first glance that this thing was not fake.

His trembling hands caressed the cold marble skin. He could even feel the warmth of a model from a thousand years ago.

The surrounding brothers all looked at the leader and sighed in their hearts, "So abnormal, why didn't the leader even let go of the statue? He's touching his chest!" "Seems like I've been holding this in for too long, I'll have to grab a few women to comfort the leader later …"

If Xiao Letian knew his underlings were thinking this way, he would definitely kick them hard. He was sighing over history, and now he actually thought that he was a freak.

"Immediately transfer the special train to move away... All the treasures shall be split into twenty-four pieces, and shall be shipped back to our homeland! "

"Not a moment!" This is top secret! "

"Ai …" "It's time to stop. We have to delay the return of the cultural relics from today onwards. The road to plundering has come to an end. From now on, you should just buy them from the market!"

Xiao Letian understood this principle very well. In this siege of Paris, the Chinese people had used smuggling and other means to plunder a total of 55,000 works of art from Paris.

As many as 20,000 artifacts have been lost in China, and the rest are precious treasures in European history!

This kind of opportunity was something one could only hope for and never ask for. Being able to encounter such a opportunity once in a lifetime was equivalent to burning incense in his previous life!

The sky in the east was already starting to brighten. Xiao Letian and Blanqui looked at each other and shook hands lightly.

"The rest of the materials will be delivered directly to the Shabelle Gate cargo terminal. You can organize the transport by yourselves …" There will be no more deals in the future, I hope God bless you all! "

Blanqui arrogantly raised his head. "No! I do not need the blessing of God, the working class of all laws is the God who protects me! We are invincible! "

Xiao Letian sighed, "And you think you will definitely win? Forget it, I won't say anymore. With that, he turned around and left.

Blanqui looked at Xiao Letian's back as he coldly cursed in his heart, "Big Beard said that this person can develop into our ally.

The Sharpei Sect's underground smuggling channel had been completely cut off. Just as Chinese soldier was retreating towards the north, Eugene and Andrew, along with their families and loyal subordinates, secretly followed behind them.

"I hope you can let us through. Paris is no longer a place for us. These people have all gone mad. Even the archbishop has been seized and killed!"

"How much does the Führer want? "No, no, no, we also have a batch of Sumerian clay tablets here, with a lot of cuneiform characters on them. It's the collection of an old scholar in Paris!"

"We offer it to the Führer, and ask him to let us leave Paris. We'll just take this road …"

After all, they had been working together for a few months, so they had to give this much face. Sima Yun and the others couldn't just sit by and watch Eugene and Andrew throw their lives away in Paris.

"I'll give you a carriage, go to Versailles! Thiers is right over there negotiating with Bismark.

Eugene and Andrew escaped from Paris on the eve of their most dangerous night. Many years later, the two of them were still conscious about their good luck, because even if they were half a day later, they probably wouldn't be able to escape.

In the morning, General Trochu finally received the shocking news. Not only was the palace destroyed, the most frightening thing about it were Archbishop Da Wabe and the other high-ranking members of the Catholic Church, as well as the noble capitalists who had taken refuge in it.

His arrest had become a flesh and blood vote in the commune. Such an act had thoroughly infuriated the old general and had broken the last line!

The angry general issued an ultimatum to the Commune to release the hostages and evacuate the palace at once, but the Commune, which had just received a large supply of supplies, did not buy his account.

The gunshot along the Seine sounded again!

The more people the Paris Commune had, the braver she became in battle. She had even broken through the Sai Na River several times to attack the south, and the commoners of the south had started rioting again and again, causing General Trochu to be extremely passive.

For a whole three days, the Paris garrison had paid a heavy price of several thousand casualties to defend the Seine River defense line. The chaotic situation in Paris had not improved at all.

With that, General Trochu finally understood the reality of the situation. He could no longer change the situation in front of him, and the Interim Defence Government had completely lost control of himself.

"Hehe, I thought that I would become the first President of the new Republic, but... I'm sorry, I can't do anything! "

As his hand loosened, a stack of casualty reports scattered all over the floor, General Trochu finally made up his mind.

"Report to Bismark, I am willing to represent the Interim Defence Government to Prussia … Surrender! "