The Chinese army camps were crowded with trunks, and they could not see the end at first sight. Although they were only two thousand people stationed, in terms of area, they were more than 10,000 troops stationed!

But in Blankey's eyes, although there were few defenders here, he did not dare to covet the slightest desire, and he did not dare to attack this position at all.

The Chinese were arranged in a more exquisite and arrogant manner than the Prussian army. The continuous barbed wire fence facing the Shapele Gate was really hard to imagine that the Chinese, who gave people the impression of poverty, spent so much money on the battlefield.

There are six barbed wire mesh, and heavy machine gun bunkers with fortifications are set up behind them. The cold killing weapons in the dark night emit a dark blue light. You can even see the garrison's cigarette butts when the garrison's garrison smokes.

The tall wooden watchtowers are almost as tall as the Paris city walls, and the entire battlefield situation cannot escape the eyes of the Chinese.

The three parallel trenches are filled with hidden ammunition depots, medical points, permanent bunkers, shooting pedals... The traffic trenches are well connected, and soldiers can move back and forth quickly without showing up.

Although Blankey did not see the artillery positions further away, he knew very well that the density of artillery settings such a rich Chinese position must be much greater than that of the General Army.

"How many lives will be taken to attack? Just the six barbed wire and the machine gun positions behind it, it is probably difficult for tens of thousands of troops to rush upwards..."

After inspection by the sentry, the carriage finally entered the core of the camp. This was a tent area with no end to see. Each tent had a burning stove, and the curling blue smoke drifted along the northwest and looked warm.

Soldiers snores one after another, patrolling guerrilla whistles faced each other to the command tonight, and torches and gas lights illuminated the roads in the camp.

What shocked Blanqui not only the defense here and the generous treatment of soldiers, but also saw countless open tents, all of which were piled up from Paris.

Statues, oil paintings, gold and silver utensils, ancient books... All treasures are stored in different tents in different categories, and each tent is guarded by soldiers with guns.

In the brightly lit tent, there were people wearing cotton coats and fur coats who looked like civilians. Some were keeping accounts, some were pasting seals with words on antiques, and some were carpenters breaking wooden boards to bind wooden boxes, packing and shipping the registered and identified cultural relics.

There were shadows in the distance, as if several trains were parked outside the camp. These treasures that had been counted were transported onto the train, and it seemed that they would be transported away soon.

Blankey's heart was bleeding. These were all the artworks that France had saved for thousands of years. It was so painful to lose it overseas.

"Your eyes are blind! I told you to wrap it with nine layers of silk and add nine layers of cotton. Do you dare to put one less layer!" A sharp swearing voice sounded in Blankey's ears. He turned his head and saw that it was a thin Chinese man, and he was scolding several workers with bright eyes.

Of course he didn't know what this person was talking about, but Blankey knew the man standing deep in the tent, Xiao Letian, the head of the Chinese clan.

The person who cursed was the distinguished guest Xiao Letian personally welcomed. On the left side of Dachafeng, No. 1, Liulichang, the capital, was half-scamd and half-forced by the Chinese people to come to Europe.

The most important task for these cultural relics identifications is to identify the lost national treasures of China in France. These people have very vicious eyes, and they cannot be wrong when things pass by good or bad eyes.

"The heartless thing, the head of state paid you so much wages, didn't you let you live a life of stuttering! Do you know what this is?"

"This is the jade Ruyi of the Kangxi Dynasty! The treasure of the Old Summer Palace! Do you understand the priceless treasure? You can't afford to sell you a little..."

"Oh...my ancestor, be careful, that is the Double Sheep Lord of the Shang Dynasty!"

"Drama beads! Do you understand the Drama beads! This is the Drama beads dedicated to Mr. Qianlong! Why are you putting them together with broken corals? Is that the same category? It doesn't have a brain!"

People in their own professional fields are tyrants!

On the left, he felt that his life was worth it. He could see so many treasures that he had heard but never seen before, and even lived a hand. He felt that his life would not be in vain.

Xiao Letian watched these cultural relics analyze the lost national treasures bit by bit. The long-standing stories were heard, making him sigh in his heart.

Everything you do makes sense. Perhaps some people will think they are greedy robbers. Making so many treasures is just hiding in a private treasure house to take them for themselves.

But Xiao Letian is not afraid of this infamy. He knows that his behavior will definitely receive support from all Chinese people in thousands of years!

"The Head of State is so interested! I'm watching his trophy so late?" Bronchi spoke sourly.

Xiao Letian looked up and saw that the guests arrived. He reached out to the tent next to him and asked, "Mr. Blankey, I have prepared the best coffee, wine and cigars, come and taste..."

When the soldier lifted the curtain of the tent, Bronke was shocked and a sense of shame surged in his heart. It turned out that the tent visited all the oil paintings of different categories, all of which were very well-known works in the upper class of Paris.

Look at the person who was placed in the corner and leaning on Manet casually. Blankey, who was pressing behind, was also familiar with "The Hamney Bath". Isn't that a famous painting that the French Emperor once treasured?

Miller's "Gaze", Constable's "Hait Cart", Sirico's "Medusa Raft" and Fragonard's "Swing"... A series of famous paintings are placed in the tent, waiting for his unknown fate.

Blankey closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to suppress his emotions. "I admire you for your outstanding command art on the battlefield and your philosophy of governing the country..."

"But today I admire your...greed!"

"Enough! Don't you stop? You have already plundered the collections of several museums from Paris? During this period, you have plundered at least 100,000 works of art. Are you still not satisfied?"

"What about the implicit and restrainedness and humility of the Oriental people? Why can't you see at all? I only see your greed!"

"Hahaha..." Xiao Letian laughed wildly, "Greed? Maybe it's right, these treasures will eventually be gathered in my personal museum..."

"But, do these things really belong to me? You are wrong. The treasures in the world are with virtue! I just want to give these treasures some protection in the chaotic world!"

"It can be foreseen that in the next hundred years or even two hundred years, human beings will be an era of great change. Conflicts and wars will continue. God knows how many of these human treasures hidden among the people will be destroyed?"

"I won't talk about it far away. I will talk about how many buildings were destroyed by the Prussian army's strategic bombing of Paris this time, and how many treasures were destroyed in it?"

"Under a cannonball, a sculpture of ancient Roman affairs may turn into powder... Rather than this, I might as well bring them together and put them under my protection!"

"So, this is not called greed, you are too narrow-minded!"

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