Chapter 969: Gunfire in Paris (Second update, please subscribe)
"A bunch of damn cowards!"
As he left Hyde Park with the chess box in his hand, Lawrence cursed angrily.
"Those damn politicians don't even know what kind of mistakes they have made. They don't even know what is the most important thing now! It is to dismantle the French rule in the Middle East and to strike at the French in every possible way..."
Lawrence was very depressed, not only because no one mentioned his merits, he certainly knew that his merits would never be mentioned. But it did not mean that he did not have vanity, because of his vanity, he always wanted to return to Arabia and incite the locals to launch another uprising against the French.
But politicians in London had no interest at all.
"Not only are they cowards, but they are also a short-sighted bunch."
After leaving Hyde Park, Lawrence went straight to a nearby bar and continued his drunken life.
At least Britain was very generous to him. Even though he was not assigned any position, he was still paid the lieutenant colonel's salary on time every month. When Lawrence was drinking like usual, he didn't know that it was not that Britain was too short-sighted, but that there were some things that Britain would never mention.
After all, the "Jerusalem incident" was a huge bomb that even the British Empire couldn't handle.
In fact, the reason why the UK is unwilling to get involved in Middle East affairs at the moment is, to put it bluntly, because it feels guilty. If some things are done too drastically, it will restrain people and they will be afraid that secrets will be leaked.
While Lawrence was getting drunk in the bar, Colonel Weinberg came to a club in the city.
"What did you get?"
Sir Manson, who was reading a newspaper, asked without even looking up.
"He still longs to go to Arabia."
Taking a cigar from the cigar box, Colonel Weinberg lit it while recounting the results of his meeting with Lawrence.
"He thinks we should support the local exiled tribes and use them to fight the French."
"Strike the French?"
Putting down the newspaper in his hand, Sir Manson sneered.
"Let the whole civilized world know that we are colluding with the barbarians? Damn you, what did you do there? If you hadn't done those things, we wouldn't be as passive as we are now, Colonel. No one would sympathize with those people. If we supported them, we would become the object of ridicule of the whole civilized world. This is entirely due to your actions."
The knight's words made Weinberg feel very embarrassed. It was he who instructed the action at that time, but... even he did not expect that it would lead to such a result - the whole world sympathized with France and sympathized with the tragic Emperor Napoleon IV.
While winning widespread sympathy in France, Britain will find it difficult to interfere in local affairs. After all, Britain still needs to stay in the circle of friends of "civilized countries".
Glancing at Weinberg, Sir Manson asked again.
"Will that person keep this secret forever?"
"Sir, he is a man who is very good at keeping secrets, and his loyalty to the British Empire is unparalleled. I can vouch for this with my honor."
The colonel answered, causing Manson to nod and then speak.
"Okay, I believe in your judgment. He... maybe someday in the future, we will still need a guy like that. Who knows?"
As he finished speaking, Sir Manson picked up the newspaper again and continued to read the news in the newspaper.
Major Weinberg, who was sitting opposite him, easily saw the front-page news in the newspaper.
"Execution—in the name of God!"
Watching the news, Weinberg couldn't help but mourn for the fate of his "old friend" for a few seconds.
Once upon a time, they had fought side by side in Jerusalem, and over the years, Sadat and his army had defeated the French time and again.
But in the end, I couldn't change the fate of failure.
…
Paris.
It was 6:30 a.m. on March 13, 1881. The morning was particularly cold.
Especially when a man is about to be shot by a firing squad, the weather seems to be even colder.
In the courtyard of a fortress in the suburbs of Paris, a Middle Eastern-looking man in military uniform stood in front of cold sandbags with his hands tied behind his back. At this moment, his eyes flashed coldly from time to time, staring at a group of soldiers standing 10 meters away.
Although he seemed calm in his French soldier's uniform, he kicked the gravel on the ground with his toes, perhaps to relax his nervousness. At this time, someone came over and covered his eyes with a black cloth.
This is an execution!
When death was about to come, a priest came to his side and muttered something.
"May God have mercy on your soul!"
"God is not my belief, Father. I spit on you, you damn invaders. You destroyed everything. Yes, it was you. My only regret is that I didn't kill all of you..."
As he cursed, ten soldiers pulled the bolts of their rifles and loaded the bullets. Amid the "clack" of rifles being loaded, the priest's recitation became more powerful.
The sound of the horn coming from outside the high wall just covered up the command "aim" issued by the execution team leader.
The world was silent at this moment. Following the captain's command of "shooting", the sudden sound of gunfire did not cause any reaction from the outside world. It only startled a group of pigeons on the roof. They were frightened and flapped their wings and flew towards the cold sky. The remnant of the gunfire also dissipated in the noise of vehicles passing by outside the wall.
The executed officer was Sadat, the leader of the "underground resistance organization" in French Damascus Province. In the past four years, he led more than 5,000 people to withdraw from Jerusalem to the desert. He has been active in the vast desert, leading guerrillas to resist French rule.
Chosen as "Emir" by the desert tribe, he had kidnapped and killed French compatriots many times, destroyed French military camps and railways, and even attacked oil fields. With his death at this time, it can be said that the large-scale resistance activities in the French Middle East have come to an end.
It can even be said that from now on, the Middle East will truly enter a period of peace. Except for a very small number of stubborn elements hiding in dark corners, resisting the French colonial rule and the baptism of modern civilization,
But... all this did not cause any waves in France. It can even be said that no one cared about the resistance activities in the French Middle East at all.
What are the criteria for being asymptomatic?
I had a CT scan today and the doctor said that I was fine, but there was inflammation... No wonder I coughed so badly
(End of this chapter)
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