Chapter 1353 The Orient Express that determines fate (Second update, please subscribe)
Author: Xiaoyu’s Destiny
Chapter 1353 The Orient Express that determines fate (Second update, please subscribe)
How important is intelligence work in international affairs?
Important enough to determine the fate of the country!
At least one piece of intelligence determines the life or death of Persia. Of course, a piece of intelligence will also determine a country's decision-making.
On October 21, 1994, when four Dreadnought-class battleships sailed through the Suez Canal and sailed through the Red Sea and the Persian Gulf. In Paris, on this autumn morning, at 6:30
Next to the Paris train platform, there is a blue train parked. This train is the famous "Eurasian Express". In fact, it is the French version of the "American Star". Although it is called the "Eurasian Express",
In many cases, people prefer to call it the "Orient Express" - this is the express train to the East.
Next to the footboard at the door of the sleeper car, stood a young British Army Major, wearing a dark green military uniform. What was the greatest contribution of the Boer War? It was that the British eliminated the dazzling red military uniforms and replaced them with khaki.
Or dark green military uniform.
Although it is still autumn, the weather in the early morning is a bit cold. The task of escorting diplomats on overseas visits is not enviable, but Major General Andorra still faithfully performs his duties. Since he was born in a noble family, he can use his beautiful words
French can talk to ladies in Paris, and he can also chat with ladies in Russian about literature, opera and movies. There is almost nothing he doesn't understand. Of course, most of the time, they speak French. After all, French is the only language that speaks French.
It is the common language of the upper class. As for English, it is really a bit vulgar.
Of course, he has no such opportunity now, because the mood of the special envoy he escorted, Randolph Churchill, has become worse and worse since arriving in Paris.
Mr. Churchill was once the Chancellor of the Exchequer, but he only served as Chancellor of the Exchequer for five months before returning to the backbench seat of the House of Commons. He was a political failure. This time he was appointed as the special envoy entirely because of
... God knows why.
Churchill himself knew.
He resigned because he misjudged the situation, just as he thought his resignation would cause a major blow to the cabinet. However, his resignation would not have a fundamental impact on the cabinet and the political situation, so the Prime Minister calmly accepted Randolph's resignation.
, and then appointed former Liberal Party frontbencher G.J. Goshen to take over as finance minister. Although this handling caused some political fluctuations, the government still held on.
This outcome was far beyond Randolph's expectation, and he realized that he had made a mistake. When someone once asked Randolph why he resigned rashly and ended his political career prematurely, he replied: "All great people
We all make mistakes. Napoleon forgot Blücher, but I forgot Goshen."
Yes, he misjudged the situation. Even after resigning, he thought he would have a chance to come out again after a while. But he didn't expect that he would never return. Faced with every call of "Bring Randolph back!"
Salisbury always ignored it.
Over the past few years, he has been speaking to fewer and fewer audiences at rallies, and newspapers have rarely published news about him. His political frustrations have made him extremely depressed and even led to his deteriorating health.
Actually...not many people know that this is the effect of syphilis.
"I'm going to save the British Empire, my dear,"
Churchill said with some excitement that when he spoke, the beard on his lips was trembling and his hands were shaking.
"Now only I can save the British Empire and stop the ambitions of the Russians. Those damn Russians, they are a group of Mongolian bastards. At their core, they are a group of aggressive Mongols─"
Looking at her somewhat excited husband, Jenny sighed and said.
"Dear, you should control your emotions and pay attention to your words. You are a diplomatic envoy..."
"I know I wouldn't say these words to them, but,"
Randolph smiled and said:
"I need to remind myself that those Russians are a group of greedy guys, and any concessions we make may be seen as weakness! So, I need to be tough..."
Then Randolph was there again to emphasize his ideas, and this time he spoke more of the interests of the British Empire, the glory and honor of the British Empire, and things like that.
Listening to her husband's boastful talk, Jenny sighed in her heart, and she couldn't help but think of him... her Ming lover. In the past few years, they were together, and only in his arms could she
Find the comfort that belongs to women.
That is, while they were chatting, Major Andorra got into the car. He stood outside the car. He knew nothing about what the special envoy in the car was talking about. His duty was to escort him to Junshi.
Fort Tantino.
"When can we get to Constantinople?"
Major Andorra asked when he saw the conductor.
"It's 6:40 now, we'll leave in 5 minutes,"
The conductor said,
"Tomorrow, around six o'clock tomorrow evening, we can arrive in Constantinople."
This is not the first time he said this. Everyone is curious about its speed. In fact, they all know - 1.5 days!
This is the speed of the "Eurasian Express", a miraculous speed, only it can drive so fast!
"It's really fast,"
"yes."
The conductor expressed his agreement and then said.
"Today you can enjoy the scenery along the way, sir. What you pass along the way is the most beautiful scenery in Europe."
"Yes, I will definitely appreciate it when the time comes,"
While they were talking, the "Eurasian Express" started slowly. When the train roared out of the Paris train station, an Oriental man wearing a top hat and a windbreaker on the platform glanced at the people who were leaving.
Train, then said to himself.
"Okay, the target has been set off. Everything goes well!"
While he was talking, he hit his finger again with a "pop" sound.
"When we get to Constantinople, other people will take over... I actually really want to go to Constantinople. The scenery there seems to be very beautiful."
In fact, he had never been to Constantinople, nor had he seen the scenery there. Everything was just hearsay.
At this time, on the "Eurasian Express" train that roared out of the train station, passengers began to appear in the restaurant. These passengers had different identities. When they laughed and enjoyed breakfast there and started a beautiful day, they
Little do they know that the world is sliding in another direction, and the person who determines the fate of the world is riding the same express train as them...
(End of chapter)
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