Chapter 1353 The Orient Express that determines fate (Second update, please subscribe)

How important is intelligence work in international affairs?

It is important enough to determine the fate of a country!

At least one piece of intelligence determined the life and death of Persia. Of course, a piece of intelligence can also determine the decision of a country.

On October 21, 1994, four dreadnought-class battleships sailed through the Suez Canal, across the Red Sea and into the Persian Gulf. In Paris, at 6:30 on this autumn morning, a blue train was parked next to the platform of the Paris train. This train was the famous "Eurasia Express", in fact, it was the French version of the "Star of America". Although it was called the "Eurasia Express", in many cases, people preferred to call it the "Orient Express" - this was the express train to the East.

Next to the footboard at the door of the sleeper car stood a young British Army major in a dark green uniform. What was the greatest contribution of the Boer War? It was to make the British phase out the dazzling red uniforms and replace them with khaki or dark green uniforms.

Although it was still autumn, the weather was a little cold in the morning. The job of escorting diplomats was not enviable, but Major General Andorra still performed his duties faithfully. Born into an aristocratic family, he could talk to the ladies in Paris in beautiful French, and chat with the ladies in Russian, about literature, opera and movies. There was almost nothing he didn't know. Of course, most of the time, they spoke French. After all, French was the common language of the upper class. As for English, it was a bit vulgar.

Of course, he had no such opportunity now, because the mood of the special envoy he was escorting, Randolph Churchill, had become worse and worse since arriving in Paris.

This Mr. Churchill was once Chancellor of the Exchequer, but he served in the position for only five months before returning to his seat on the back bench in the House of Commons. He was a political loser, and this time he was appointed as a special envoy entirely because... God knows why.

Churchill himself knew it.

He resigned because he misjudged the situation. Just as he thought his resignation would deal a heavy blow to the cabinet, 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 immediately appointed former Liberal Party frontbencher G. J. Goshen to take over as Chancellor of the Exchequer. Although this treatment caused some political fluctuations, the government still held on.

This outcome was beyond Randolph's expectations, and he realized that he had made a mistake. When someone asked Randolph why he had resigned rashly and ended his political career prematurely, he replied: "All great people make mistakes. Napoleon forgot Blücher, and I forgot Goschen."

Yes, he misjudged the situation, and even after resigning, he thought he would have a chance to come back after a while. But he didn't expect that he would never come back. Facing every call of "Let Randolph come back!", Salisbury always ignored it.

In the past few years, his audiences at rallies have become fewer and fewer, and newspapers rarely publish his news. His political frustration has made him extremely depressed and even led to his deteriorating health.

Actually... not many people know that this is the effect of syphilis.

"I am going to save the British Empire, my dear,"

Churchill spoke with some excitement, his beard trembling and his hands shaking as he spoke.

"Now I am the only one who can save the British Empire and stop the Russians' ambitions. Those damn Russians are just a bunch of Mongolian bastards. They are a bunch of aggressive Mongolians in their bones—"

Looking at her somewhat agitated husband, Jenny sighed and said.

"My dear, you should control your emotions and be careful with 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 the Russians are a bunch of greedy guys. Any concessions we make may be seen as weakness! So, I need to be tough..."

Then Randolph once again emphasized his ideas there, this time he mentioned more about the interests of the British Empire, the glory and honor of the British Empire, and so on.

Listening to her husband's bragging, Jenny sighed in her heart, and she couldn't help but think of him... her Ming Dynasty lover. In the past few years, they had been together, and only in his arms could she find the comfort that belonged to a woman.

It was while they were chatting that Major Andorra got on the car and stood outside the car. The major had no idea what the special envoy in the car was talking about. His duty was to escort him to Constantinople.

“When will we get to Constantinople?”

Major Andor 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 in the evening, we will arrive in Constantinople."

This was not the first time he had said this. Everyone was curious about its speed, but in fact they all knew it - 1.5 days!

This is the speed of the "Eurasia Express", a miraculous speed, only it can go so fast!

"It's really fast,"

"yes."

The conductor agreed and said.

"Today, you can enjoy the scenery along the way, sir. The scenery along the way is the most beautiful in Europe."

"Yes, I will definitely enjoy it when the time comes."

As they were talking, the "Eurasia Express" started moving slowly. As 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 departing train and muttered to himself.

"Okay, we've set off on our target. All is well!"

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers again.

"Others will take over when we get to Constantinople... I actually want to go to Constantinople, too. The scenery there seems very beautiful."

In fact, he had never been to Constantinople or seen the scenery there. He had heard everything from hearsay.

At this time, the "Eurasia Express" train roared out of the train station, and passengers began to fill the restaurant. These passengers had different identities. As they laughed and enjoyed breakfast and started a beautiful day, they did not know that the world was sliding in another direction, and the people who decided the fate of the world were riding on the same express train with them...

(End of this chapter)