Fox of France

Sean, the representative of the Irish Resistance Organization, had been traveling in France for more than a month, and finally saw a big man in the salon of Mrs. Lowazai, a member of the French National Assembly, Lucien Bonaparte.

At that time, the beautiful Mrs. Forestier made him wait at the door of the ballroom, and she walked through the brightly lit ballroom to a row of sofas next to it, and said to a young man among the two people sitting there. :

"Lucien, do you still remember the Sean from Ireland I mentioned to you last time? It's the one with many stories, and many of them broke my heart." Mrs. Fleischer said Said, while throwing a wink at Lucien, "I want to help him very much. I think that among all my friends, you are the only one who has strength, kindness and compassion. You must be willing to help. Those poor Irishmen, so I brought him here. Do you want to meet him?"

Lucien knew that it was unlikely that Mrs. Forestier was willing to speak for an Irishman out of sympathy. Most likely... His gaze was drawn from Mrs. Forestier's slender and slender neck like a swan. On the top, hung a string of quaint necklaces that had never been seen before, and at the bottom of the necklace hung a ruby ​​almost the size of a pigeon's egg. If it was really a gift from Irishmen who were too poor to eat, then they really paid for it.

"Well, can I have him come over?" Mrs. Forestier asked with a charming smile.

"Of course, my baby!" Lucien slightly raised the glass in his hand towards Mrs. Fleischer, "But after a while, you will sit next to me and let me appreciate your new wine." necklace."

"What's the problem?" Mrs. Forestier approached with a smile, stretched out her hand to hug Lucien's arm, and stopped her chest vigorously, so that the two high mountains could be closer to Lucien. Make it easier for him to see the gem in the valley.

"It's a very unique shape, a very beautiful gemstone, and it suits you very well, baby." Lucien leaned closer, leaning against Mrs. Freeze's earlobe, and his lips almost touched Mrs. Freeze's earlobe.

"Well, have you seen enough?" Mrs. Forestier lowered her head.

"No, for a while, how can I see enough? I will take a closer look later." Lucien gently bit Mrs. Fleischer's earlobe and said, "But dear, you can now Get your friends over here."

With Lucien's permission, Mrs. Forestier stood up straight and waved to Sean who was standing at the door.

Sean hurried over. Mrs. Forestier frowned slightly, and said to Lucien: "Lucien, this is Mr. Sean from Ireland—Mr. Sean, this is what I mentioned to you, the French political figure. Future star, Monsieur Lucien Bonaparte."

"Hello, Mr. Bonaparte..." Sean hurriedly said. Obviously, such a luxurious and ambiguous place as the French salon makes the Irish, who are basically old-fashioned hats, uncomfortable.

"Hello, Mr. Sean." Lucien stretched out his hand to an empty seat next to him, "You can sit down and let's talk together."

Seeing Sean sit down, Lucien said again: "In addition, let me introduce to you the friend sitting next to me, well, this is Alan, Alan Juniper, he is my best friend, My partner, one of the richest bankers in Paris, is a man of such good standing that you can trust him completely, and you don't need to avoid him if you have anything to say."

"Hello, Mr. Juniper." Sean quickly stood up again.

In this dim corner, Lucien and Sean talked for a while. When Sean recalled this history later, he said:

"Mr. Lucien Bonaparte, as Mrs. Forestier said, was a very sympathetic man. After he knew the suffering of the Irish, he was very sympathetic to our plight. He told me Commitment, will help me win an opportunity to appeal to those honorable members of Congress in the National Assembly.

It's just that I'm not good at speeches, and my French has a heavy accent. For this reason, Mr. Bonaparte also specially helped me find a teacher to train my speech. Even in his spare time, he personally guided me to draft the speech. And the most famous passage of my speech in that speech is:

‘We Irish have nothing but blood and life, and one sworn enemy—England. But isn’t this enemy also the enemy of those who love freedom and justice in France, and even in the whole world? Shouldn't we be united and fight together? I can assure you that we Irish will never spare blood and life; I can assure you honorable gentlemen that for every bullet you give us, there will be a drop of blood shed in the youth of France in the future! ’ Actually M. Bonaparte wrote it. And Mr. Bonaparte's hidden efforts behind the scenes for the independence of the Irish people are even more..."

Thanks to Lucien's efforts, the National Assembly passed a bill called the "Relationship with Ireland Act", announcing an unbreakable alliance with the Irish to fight against the great enemy of mankind, the English. Parliament also urged the Directorate to take immediate and concrete action to allocate special funds to support the just struggle of the Irish.

The Directorate government, which took money from the "military-industrial complex", acted quite quickly, and soon approved a special fund to support the revolution of the Irish people. Of course, there is not so much money in the treasury of the government, so Mr. Alan Juniper, who is eager for justice, provides financing services for the government.

The money was quickly transferred to the accounts of the "military-industrial complex" to promote two plans, one for weapons support and the other for personnel training. All in all, the whole thing went extremely efficiently. Since the Thermidor coup, it has rarely been seen that the French government can act so quickly on anything. Of course, there are also rumors that at least one-third of these appropriations never leave Paris at all, but are directly consumed as lubricants for government actions.

The efficiency of the "Military-Industrial Complex" is high. On the day the funds were allocated, Sean got the news that the "French Military-Industrial Complex" could complete the production and shipment of the first batch of weapons that were donated to the Irish Brothers within half a month. He is required to get in touch with the people of Ireland immediately so that these precious weapons can be delivered to the Irish brothers who need them most.

A month later, the "Flying" clipper ship, loaded with various weapons, and Sean and another Irishman named Liam also boarded the ship.

The reason why it was delayed for a month was not because the French were slow, but because the Irish took more time to arrange the pick-up of the ship.

"Gentlemen, are you not seasick?" Sean was asked such a question by Captain Deck as soon as he boarded the boat.

"No, we're not dizzy." Sean replied.

"That's good. Also, can you swim?" Captain Deckard asked again.

"Yes, what's the problem?" Sean faintly felt that something was wrong.

"You know, our ship is going to risk breaking through the blockade of the British fleet. Therefore, all the designs of this ship serve only one goal, which is higher speed. For this purpose, all other performances can be sacrificed, including Security. So...you get what I mean?"

Sean nodded. Smuggling is inherently high-risk.

"We understand."

Sean thought he understood the danger of this boat, but after going out to sea, he still found that he had underestimated the danger. The boat pitched so badly that Sean and Liam, who never get seasick, spit out their bile. At this time, the wind and waves were not very strong. It can be seen from this that once it encounters greater wind and waves, how dangerous this ship will be-the French people also risked their lives when they supported their Irish brothers.

In fact, although the flying shear boat is very bumpy, its ability to resist wind and waves is not bad, and safety is not its weakness. The reason why Captain Dyke said this was only to convince the Irish that a lot of things had "drifted away" in the process of delivering weapons to them.

One night a few days later, the "Flying" came to the sea near Ireland. At this time, looking from the land to the sea, it was completely dark and nothing could be seen.

But this is not the case when looking from the sea to the land. Under a cliff facing the sea, two fires were lit--this was the communication signal between the Irish on the shore and the ships at sea. Because of the occlusion of the cliff, the flames were completely invisible from the land.

The "Flying" also hung out two lights in response, and after a while, the left one of the fires on the shore disappeared, and two more fires lit up a little further to the right—this was the agreed signal, It means everything is safe ashore.

In the darkness, the sailors lowered a small boat, and then the sailors put the boxes tied with inflatable cowhide buoys, wrapped in oiled paper and connected with ropes, into the water. After two hours, all the boxes were in the water. The sailors and Sean and Liam all got into the boat, and they paddled, dragging the boxes, and slowly rowed towards the shore.

When it was almost dawn, the sailors rowed and returned to the "Flying". The "Flying" took back the boat, immediately unfurled its sails, and left this dangerous sea area. And under the cliff where the silhouette was already faintly exposed, a group of people including Sean and Liam were busy counting the weapons sent over.