Chapter 371 The inner ghost lurking in the embassy
I have received your message. After unanimous discussion by the French cabinet, it has been decided to give you the right to dispatch the Mediterranean Fleet at any time. If you think that the negotiations are close to breaking down, you can dispatch the Mediterranean Fleet in the port of Marseille and the sea of Naples for reinforcements.
.To protect the security of the Ottoman Empire.
Remember! The war must be delayed as long as possible to leave sufficient preparation time for French intervention!!!!
French Emperor Jérôme Bonaparte.
After reading the telegram, Walewski felt an inexplicable pressure, and the source of the pressure was the telegram in his hand, which was only half a piece of paper in size.
Although the content of the message only seemed to transfer the use rights of a few warships to his command, behind the warships lies the strategic focus of a country in the next few years.
Once France enters the scene, a war surrounding the Near East will be inevitable.
Hundreds of thousands of people were fighting, and the fate of both countries rested on Walewski's shoulders at this moment.
For a moment, Valewski didn't know whether he should thank his cousin who was thousands of miles away, or whether he should throw his size 40 boots in his cousin's face via teleportation thousands of miles away. Although the latter is basically only available in Valais
It can only come true in Fsky's own dream, and it's still during the day.
In short, Walewski's burden is undoubtedly heavier.
Thinking of this, Walewski couldn't help but shook his head and sighed to himself: "The situation in the Near East is really getting more and more dangerous!"
Then, Walewski glanced at the telegraph operator again. The two people sitting next to the telegraph machine were as silent as two emotionless machines. Walewski could not see any emotion on their faces.
mood.
Walewski nodded with satisfaction to the two telegraph operators he had personally recruited in front of him.
As messengers responsible for transmitting confidential documents, their confidentiality and loyalty must be high.
A silent radio operator's life span is much longer than one who talks loudly all day long when there is nothing to do.
"Okay! It's time for you to go back and rest!" Walewski gave the order to rest.
"Yes!" The two radio operators stood up and responded to Walewski before leaving the radio room.
Watching the two telegraph operators leaving, Valewski clicked the phone with even greater satisfaction.
Walewski did not know that the two telegraph operators in front of him, who seemed to have been "personally" recruited by him, were actually members of the National Intelligence Service's Foreign Intelligence Service.
Except for the embassies in the Far East, most embassies are filled with informants of the National Intelligence Service.
However, most of these people are only peripheral personnel. They do not understand the Foreign Intelligence Service and the National Intelligence Service. They only know that they are serving the police department.
This kind of cover-up method can be said to be an advanced design in the 19th century when the spy system was underdeveloped. It can effectively protect the operational structure of the National Intelligence Service from being discovered. The more inconspicuous the intelligence organization is, the less energy it can generate.
The bigger it is.
Only those core personnel are the real existence of the National Intelligence Service, and these guys often hide very deep.
Walewski obviously did not realize that his embassy had been infiltrated by people from the National Intelligence Service, and he was still happy that he could recruit excellent transmitters.
Shortly after Walewski, with his big belly, slowly closed the telegraph room door and left with a kerosene lamp in his hand, a sneaky figure walked cautiously against the wall.
There was only a faint sound in the silent corridor. In the dark night, it carefully came to the door of the telegraph room and gently opened the door.
The door made a slight "click" sound under the push of the black shadow. After the door opened a gap that could only accommodate one person, the black shadow tiptoed into the telegraph room.
The dark shadow that entered the telegraph room arrived on the table in the telegraph room as if it were a familiar road without touching any obstacles.
After some careful groping, the shadow finally found the note that Walewski placed on the table.
Originally just trying it out, the shadow immediately became ecstatic. It took out a box of yellow phosphorus matches and candles from its arms.
When a yellow phosphorus match is gently drawn across the phosphorus surface, the flame produced touches the candle, and the candle is immediately ignited.
With the help of the shadow of the candlelight, I saw the content on the note. The shadow roughly saw the content of the note and put the note back to its original place. Then I gently blew out the candle and left the telegraph room.
The shadow that replaced the door thought that everything was safe, but he didn't notice a hair falling on the ground.
The color of this hair is exactly the same as the hair on Walewski's head.
Early the next morning, Valewski got up from bed early, opened the curtains, and looked at Constantinople through the glass window.
Constantinople in the 19th century was full of onion-shaped buildings. Most of the men walking on the streets were wearing white coats, and some of them had a turban on their heads.
The woman, on the other hand, wraps her whole body, leaving only a pair of pitch-black eyes, making it impossible to tell whether it is a fairy or a dinosaur under the veil.
Of course, there are also a group of guys in suits in Constantinople. Most of them are businessmen traveling between Constantinople and other European countries, and some are other ethnic groups living in Constantinople.
members of descent.
Through these three months of observation, Walewski discovered the decay of the city. This decay did not refer to superficial decay, but to spiritual decay.
Even the Tanzimat reforms were just a whitewash over a decaying body. The core of the city, and indeed the country, had not changed at all.
In the end, Walewski also came to a conclusion.
If the Ottoman Empire did not change the core of this mixed feudal system of bureaucrats, priests and guards, there would be no change at all.
All the reforms of the Ottoman Empire so far have only barely allowed their decaying body to continue.
If this empire was facing destruction in the 18th century, its evaluation would probably be much better.
The French Empire was just trying to maintain the operation of the empire for its own benefit.
Walewski, who was looking down at the people coming and going on the embassy road, sighed again.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Who?" Walewski turned and shouted toward the door.
"Your Excellency, it's time to eat!" the acting military attache's voice came from outside the door.
"knew!"
After hearing the call, Walewski immediately opened the door and went downstairs to eat. When he passed by the telegraph room, he found that the door to the telegraph room was still tightly closed.
When Walewski came to the restaurant equipped by the embassy and was eating breakfast and reading the newspaper, he casually asked: "No one should have been in the telegraph room last night!"
After Walewski asked this question, he heard a "pop" sound coming from the opposite side of Walewski.
Walewski raised his head slightly and found that the acting military attaché sitting opposite had spilled milk on the table.
"I'm really sorry, I wasn't sure just now!" the attaché said to Valewski awkwardly.
"It's nothing! Just pay attention next time!" Walewski asked the servants in the embassy to replace them with new ones.
The servant hurriedly wiped the milk dry, and then helped the acting military attaché replace a glass of milk.
After eating and drinking, Walewski returned to the telegraph room again. When he pushed open the door of the telegraph room, he found that his hair that was caught in the door of the telegraph room last night had fallen out. He squatted down and pulled out the hair.
pick it up.
Then he looked inside the telegraph room. No one had moved in the entire telegraph room. It seemed that the "thief" was not here to steal anything.
Immediately, Walewski came to the telegraph newspaper and gently picked it up. He found that the short hair he had placed under the telegraph newspaper was also missing.
It seemed that the thief's goal was to read the contents of the telegraph newspaper, and a smile appeared on Walewski's lips.
Compared with the original version, the content of the telegraph newspaper Pinch in His Hand has also undergone some changes.
All the content after "remember" in the second line was deleted, and the core content of the entire telegram was immediately replaced by a compromise message that focused on delay and supplemented by war.
It transformed into a declaration of war by the Ottoman Empire at all costs.
And all that Walewski did was to confuse some countries.
Another four days passed, that is, March 12th.
The day started in the morning with dark clouds in the sky.
Under the dark sky, you can clearly see the silhouette of seagulls passing by at low altitude.
At about 10 o'clock in the morning, a bolt of lightning shuttled through the clouds, followed by a spring thunder and heavy rain that resounded throughout Constantinople.
It was as if God had opened a gap in the sky above Constantinople and poured out his own foot-washing water. It was pouring rain non-stop.
The sudden heavy rain forced pedestrians walking on the street to hide under the eaves and wait for the rain to slow down.
The raindrops hit the embassy glass fiercely, making a "crackling" sound.
Standing in front of the window lattice, Walewski looked at the heavy rain outside the window and shook his head unconsciously.
It happened to rain heavily at this time. I really don’t know if it was a coincidence or an intentional arrangement.
The heavy rain continued for nearly an hour before gradually weakening, and then after another hour, the downpour turned into a drizzle.
At this time, the low-lying streets of Constantinople were full of water, and the crowds who were taking shelter from the heavy rain splashed water half a leg high when they stepped lightly.
It was during this hazy drizzle that a steam cruise ship came from a distance and headed for the port of Constantinople.
The commander in charge of driving this warship is Lieutenant General Vladimir Kornilov, Chief of Staff of the Black Sea Fleet, and the "passenger" of this cruise ship is Russia's "Plenipotentiary Envoy for War and Peace" Menshikov
