C1374 A lost opportunity

In fact, the Heavens had really given Molière a chance. In the underground bunker on the battlefield, if Molière had chosen to send the CIA's codebook over by teleportation, it didn't matter whether it was the Beijing embassy or the Hong Kong consul's office.

As long as this telegram was sent, the secret of the CIA would be exposed.

Molière did not even need to send all of the codebook s out, as long as he told the people outside what the rules of the Chinese password were like, and as long as this rule was exposed, speaking with the national power of the two English and French s, breaking this codebook would only be a matter of time.

Unfortunately, Molière missed the last chance that the heavens had given him, and he lied about his own thoughts. He lied to Lei Meng and the others about saying that the underwater cable had been cut, and now the only thing that was happening on the battlefield was the local area network.

It was all nonsense, the Prime Minister's Manor controlled the entire Chinese military and political power, how could they not have effective communication? For Xiao Letian to be able to start from the Ryukyu island, be it from the north to the east, or from the south to the west to the south, such a large region would all be able to listen to his commands.

If Xiao Letian was still a very primitive man with a war horse, sailboat and other means of communication, how could he rule such a scattered area separated by the sea?

The basic condition of a country's order was that Xiao Letian did not dare to break anything, not even the seabed! The crisis of the Jiang-Nan travel is becoming more and more intense. The exchange rate between the banknotes and silver coins goes back and forth three times a day, so it is even more impossible for Xiao Letian to lose the right to communicate in this situation.

Hearing Pierre's explanation, Lei Meng and the other two cried out in pain while covering their faces. Victory was originally so close, but now, it was so far away.

"So many people died. It looks like we'll be able to obtain a huge amount of credit, but in the end, all of them were destroyed. They were all destroyed by this bastard …" Why is that!? "Why …"

Pierre rolled his eyes and understood everything. "Why else?" For power! Molière can be considered famous in Paris. Being highly regarded, he is the guest of countless noble people, he has countless mistresses … "

"When one is feeling proud of himself, he actually met Xiao Letian who broke the rules, and the halos on his body were peeled off from each failure. The young man has never suffered any setbacks, and when he came across a blow, he immediately became paranoid …"

"He doesn't understand the principle of using time to slowly wash away his shame. He's just impatient for revenge, anxious to restore his reputation! "But the more impatient you are, the more you will fail, and the more you will fail, the more abnormal you will become …"

"Until he completely became a madman! The Chinese codebook is such a great contribution, a great contribution that can let him completely wash away his shame, how can he possibly share it with others? "

"The higher the level of this intelligence report, the higher the contribution. The more levels one has passed through, the more contribution one would receive!" Actually, I can guess Molière's plan, he probably wants to directly send this codebook into French Emperor's hands. Only by doing this will he be able to protect the biggest piece of cake … "

Pierre came up with the idea of the problem, because he himself was a victim of the French bureaucratic class. He was originally a gold medal intelligence officer, but in the end, he became an alcoholic in a pub.

If you were talented and did great things, there would be countless officials and dignitaries who would give you credit. If you pretended to be a grandson and let him bully you, you might be able to get 12% of the leftovers.

But if you don't know your place, don't know how to contribute to your superiors, and try to take all the food for yourself, then your end will be eternal snow, and even if you are a genius, you will be ruined.

Pierre could feel Molière's emotions at that time. That contradictory, tangled, powerless feeling was extremely painful. Back when he was drinking, he almost went crazy.

The two of them gradually calmed down after hearing Pierre's guidance. Finally, the two of them sighed and said, "Maybe this is all God's doing! But when I think about working for a Chinese in the future, I feel a bit reluctant … "

Hearing this, Pierre's face darkened, "Put away that little bit of ignorance and arrogance in your heart! "All the prejudices you have towards the Chinese in your hearts, do not use them on the Prime Minister. This is a man with a world in his heart, his greatness is not something that you can understand!"

"Right now, you are just people who entered the sect and are outer members of CIA. In the future, you will have to undergo a long period of training and evaluation on loyalty. Gradually, you will be able to come into contact with more secrets … I won't tell you those secrets, but I will tell you one thing. If you are fortunate enough to have access to the Prime Minister's enormous strategic plan, then you will be ashamed of your ignorance! "

"At this moment, you think that the Prime Minister is the enemy of the France, that we are the traitors of the France, and that in the near future, this knowledge will be completely overturned, that you will slap yourself in the face!"

"Alright, now your work begins. This pile of data is the payout rate and exchange rate for the Jiang-Nan Notes. From now on, let's properly calculate it and see how much money we can earn if we close down the net!" "Alright, stop fooling around. We don't have any idlers here. Work hard, quickly!"

Lei Meng and Luo Hua City Mistress did not expect that a dignified French elite would actually become an accountant under Pierre's command. However, they had no choice but to throw themselves into the vast digital ocean and work with the Chinese accountants.

Pierre laughed to himself as he looked at the two's busy backs, "If I don't wipe off your thorns, how can you be truly useful to me? Work hard, the gate to the new world has been opened! "

The heated battle on the battlefield was short and intense, but the dark battles on the outskirts of the battlefield were complicated and long. The battle on the Tangwan Mountain had already broken away from the intense conflict and had entered a long and intense phase of attacking one's heart.

Halfway up the mountain, in the ring-shaped trench, countless Chinese soldier were anxiously building it. Mud was being scooped up and shoveled over the trench to the outside of the enemy. Parallel trench, traffic trench, heavy machine gun positions, ammunition depot … Various subsidiary units are also under construction.

The rear artillery positions were bustling with activity, the rainproof awning, the drainage ditch, the safe ammunition depot … At the same time, he also had to listen to orders to suppress the cannons, so as to ensure the deterrence of the enemies on the mountain.

The place that was approaching the battlefield was extremely busy, and it was not easy at the back either. The mountain road was filled with soldiers who were transporting supplies, horses, mules, and other animals that were dragging ammunition box s as they moved through the narrow mountain road. Every box of ammunition delivered onto the mountain consumed a lot of energy.