Chapter 371: The ghost lurking in the embassy
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I have received your message. After unanimous discussions in the French Cabinet, it has now been decided to grant you the right to deploy the Mediterranean Fleet at any time. You can send reinforcements to the Mediterranean Fleet in the waters off Marseille and Naples if you think the negotiations are close to breaking down. To protect the safety of the Ottoman Empire.
Remember! Be sure to delay the war as much as possible and leave sufficient preparation time for the French intervention! ! ! !
Jerome Bonaparte, Emperor of the French Empire.
After reading the telegram, Wallevsky felt an inexplicable pressure, and the source of the pressure was the telegram in his hand that was only half the size of a sheet of paper.
Although the content of the telegram seems to only transfer the use rights of several warships to his command, behind the warships is the strategic focus of a country in the next few years.
Once France entered the field, a war over the Near East was inevitable.
Hundreds of thousands of people were fighting, and the fate of the two countries was on Wallevsky's shoulders at this moment.
For a time, Wallevsky didn't know whether he should thank his cousin who was thousands of miles away, or if he should throw his 40-yard boots on his cousin's face through teleportation. Although the latter is basically only realized in Wallevsky's own dreams, and it is still in the daytime.
In short, the burden on Wallevsky is undoubtedly heavier.
Thinking of this, Wallevsky couldn't help shaking his head and sighing to himself: "The situation in the Near East is really getting more and more dangerous!"
Then Wallewski glanced at the telegraph operator again. The two sitting beside the transmitter were silent like two emotionless machines, and Valewski could not see any emotion on their faces.
For the two transmitters in front of him, whom he himself recruited, Wallevsky nodded with satisfaction.
As transmitters responsible for transmitting confidential documents, their confidentiality and loyalty must be high.
The lifespan of a silent teleporter is much longer than that of a teleporter who speaks loudly when he has nothing to do all day long.
"Okay! It's time for you to go back and rest!" Wallevsky gave the order to rest.
"Yes!" The two reporters got up and responded to Wallewski and left the newspaper room.
Watching the figures of the two transmitters leaving, Wallevsky nodded with more satisfaction.
Valewski did not know that the two transmitters who seemed to be recruited by him "personally" were actually members of the Foreign Intelligence Service of the National Intelligence Service.
Except for the embassies in the Far East, the vast majority of embassies are covered with the eyes of the National Intelligence Service.
However, the vast majority of these people are only peripheral personnel. They do not know the Foreign Intelligence Service and the National Intelligence Service. They only know that they are serving the police department.
This kind of skinning method can be said to be an advanced design in the age of underdeveloped espionage system in the 19th century. It can effectively protect the operating structure of the National Intelligence Service from detection, and the less visible the intelligence organization, the more energy it can generate.
Only those core personnel are the real existence of the National Intelligence Agency, and these guys are often hidden deep.
Wallewski apparently did not realize that his embassy had been infiltrated by the National Intelligence Service, and he was still delighted that he could recruit a good transmitter.
Not long after Wallevsky left with a kerosene lamp and a kerosene lamp, he closed the door of the telegraph room, and a sneaky figure walked cautiously against the wall.
There were only subtle sounds in the silent corridor. In the dark night, it carefully came to the door of the telegraph room and gently pushed open the door of the telegraph room.
Pushed by the shadow, the door made a slight "click" sound. After the door opened to allow only one person to pass through, the shadow crept into the telegraph room.
The dark shadow who entered the telegraph room seemed to be familiar with the road and came to the table in the telegraph room without touching any obstacles.
After some careful groping, Sombra finally groped for the note that Valewski had placed on the table.
Originally just holding a try mentality, Sombra immediately became ecstatic, and it took out a box of yellow phosphorus matches and candles from its bosom.
The flame produced by the yellow phosphorus match lightly swiping the phosphor surface touches the candle, and the candle is ignited immediately.
With the help of the shadow of the candle light, he saw the contents of the note, and the shadow who roughly saw the contents of the note put the note back in place, and then lightly blew out the candle and left the telegraph room.
The shadow who changed the door again thought he was safe, but he didn't find a single strand of hair that fell to the ground.
And this strand of hair is exactly the same color as the strands of hair on Wallewski's head.
Early the next morning, Wallevsky, who got up early from the bed, opened the curtains and observed Constantinople through the glass window.
In the 19th century, Constantinople was full of onion-headed buildings. Most of the men who came and went on the streets wore white coats, and some of them had a turban on their heads.
The women, on the other hand, wrapped their whole bodies, leaving only a pair of pitch-black eyes, and it was impossible to see whether it was a fairy or a dinosaur under the veil.
Of course, there are also a group of guys in suits in Constantinople. Most of them are businessmen who travel between Constantinople and other European countries, and some are other ethnic groups living in Constantinople. members of the descent.
Through these three months of observation, Wallevsky discovered the decay of the city, not the surface decay, but the spiritual decay.
Even the Tanzimat reforms are nothing more than a whitewashed coat over a rotten shell. The city, and even the core of the country, has not changed at all.
In the end, Wallewski also came to a conclusion.
If the Ottoman Empire did not change the core of the mixed feudal system of bureaucracy + clergy + guards, there could be no change at all.
All the reforms of the Ottoman Empire so far have only been a grudging continuation of their decaying bodies.
If the empire had faced ruin in the 18th century, it would have been rated much better.
The French Empire is also just maintaining the reluctance of the empire for its own interests.
Looking down at the embassy, Wallewski sighed again.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Who?" Wallevsky turned and called out the door.
"Your Excellency, it's time to eat!" The voice of the deputy military attache came from outside the door.
"understood!"
After hearing the shout, Wallevsky immediately opened the door and went downstairs to eat. When he passed the telegraph room, he found that the door of the telegraph room was still tightly closed.
Wallewski, who came to the dining room provided by the embassy while eating breakfast and reading the newspaper, asked casually, "No one was in the telegraph room last night!"
When Wallevsky finished asking this sentence, he heard a "crack" coming from the opposite side of Wallevsky.
Wallevsky raised his head slightly to find the deputy military attache sitting across from him spilling milk on the table.
"I'm really sorry, I wasn't sure about it just now!" the squire attache embarrassedly said to Wallevsky.
"It's nothing! Just pay attention next time!" Wallevsky asked the servants in the embassy to change.
The servant hurriedly wiped the milk dry, and then helped the deputy military attache to replace a glass of milk.
The well-fed Wallevsky returned to the telegraph room again. The moment he pushed open the door of the telegraph room, he found that the hair that had been caught in the door of the telegraph room last night fell out at some point. pick it up.
Then he looked at the inside of the telegraph room. No one moved at all in the telegraph room. It seemed that the "thief" did not come to steal anything.
Immediately, Wallevsky came to the telegraph paper and gently picked up the telegraph paper. He found that the short hair he had placed under the telegraph paper had disappeared.
It seems that the purpose of the thief should be the content of the telegram, and a smile appeared on the corner of Wallevsky's mouth.
Compared with the original version, the content of the telegram in his hand has also changed a bit.
All the content after "Remember" in the second line was deleted, and the core content of the entire telegram was immediately replaced by a compromise telegram with procrastination as the mainstay and war as a supplement.
Transformed into a declaration of war for the Ottoman Empire at all costs.
And what Wallevsky did was to confuse some countries.
Another 4 days have passed, that is, March 12,
The day started in the morning, and the sky was full of dark clouds.
Under the dark sky, you can clearly see the silhouette of seagulls passing by at a low altitude.
Around 10 am, with a flash of lightning passing through the clouds, a spring thunder and torrential rain rang through Constantinople.
The sky above Constantinople is like a gap opened by God and poured down the water for washing his feet~www.novelhall.com~ The pouring rain kept pouring down.
The sudden torrential rain made the pedestrians who came and went on the street could only hide under the eaves and wait for the rain to slow down.
Ferocious raindrops hit the glass of the embassy and made a "crackling" sound.
Standing in front of the window lattice, Wallevsky shook his head unconsciously as he looked at the rainstorm outside the window.
It happened to rain heavily at this time, I really don't know if it was a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement.
The torrential rain continued to fall for nearly an hour before gradually weakening, and then an hour later, the downpour turned into a drizzle.
At this time, the low-lying areas of the streets of Constantinople were full of water, and the crowds who were sheltering from the rainstorm splashed half-leg-high water when they stepped on it.
It was in this hazy drizzle that a steam cruise sailed from a distance and headed for the port of Constantinople.
The commander in charge of driving the warship is Lieutenant General Vladimir Kornilov, Chief of Staff of the Black Sea Fleet, and the "passenger" of the cruise ship is Menshkov, who is the Russian "Envoy for War and Peace". Admiral.
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I have received your message. After unanimous discussions in the French Cabinet, it has now been decided to grant you the right to deploy the Mediterranean Fleet at any time. You can send reinforcements to the Mediterranean Fleet in the waters off Marseille and Naples if you think the negotiations are close to breaking down. To protect the safety of the Ottoman Empire.
Remember! Be sure to delay the war as much as possible and leave sufficient preparation time for the French intervention! ! ! !
Jerome Bonaparte, Emperor of the French Empire.
After reading the telegram, Wallevsky felt an inexplicable pressure, and the source of the pressure was the telegram in his hand that was only half the size of a sheet of paper.
Although the content of the telegram seems to only transfer the use rights of several warships to his command, behind the warships is the strategic focus of a country in the next few years.
Once France entered the field, a war over the Near East was inevitable.
Hundreds of thousands of people were fighting, and the fate of the two countries was on Wallevsky's shoulders at this moment.
For a time, Wallevsky didn't know whether he should thank his cousin who was thousands of miles away, or if he should throw his 40-yard boots on his cousin's face through teleportation. Although the latter is basically only realized in Wallevsky's own dreams, and it is still in the daytime.
In short, the burden on Wallevsky is undoubtedly heavier.
Thinking of this, Wallevsky couldn't help shaking his head and sighing to himself: "The situation in the Near East is really getting more and more dangerous!"
Then Wallewski glanced at the telegraph operator again. The two sitting beside the transmitter were silent like two emotionless machines, and Valewski could not see any emotion on their faces.
For the two transmitters in front of him, whom he himself recruited, Wallevsky nodded with satisfaction.
As transmitters responsible for transmitting confidential documents, their confidentiality and loyalty must be high.
The lifespan of a silent teleporter is much longer than that of a teleporter who speaks loudly when he has nothing to do all day long.
"Okay! It's time for you to go back and rest!" Wallevsky gave the order to rest.
"Yes!" The two reporters got up and responded to Wallewski and left the newspaper room.
Watching the figures of the two transmitters leaving, Wallevsky nodded with more satisfaction.
Valewski did not know that the two transmitters who seemed to be recruited by him "personally" were actually members of the Foreign Intelligence Service of the National Intelligence Service.
Except for the embassies in the Far East, the vast majority of embassies are covered with the eyes of the National Intelligence Service.
However, the vast majority of these people are only peripheral personnel. They do not know the Foreign Intelligence Service and the National Intelligence Service. They only know that they are serving the police department.
This kind of skinning method can be said to be an advanced design in the age of underdeveloped espionage system in the 19th century. It can effectively protect the operating structure of the National Intelligence Service from detection, and the less visible the intelligence organization, the more energy it can generate.
Only those core personnel are the real existence of the National Intelligence Agency, and these guys are often hidden deep.
Wallewski apparently did not realize that his embassy had been infiltrated by the National Intelligence Service, and he was still delighted that he could recruit a good transmitter.
Not long after Wallevsky left with a kerosene lamp and a kerosene lamp, he closed the door of the telegraph room, and a sneaky figure walked cautiously against the wall.
There were only subtle sounds in the silent corridor. In the dark night, it carefully came to the door of the telegraph room and gently pushed open the door of the telegraph room.
Pushed by the shadow, the door made a slight "click" sound. After the door opened to allow only one person to pass through, the shadow crept into the telegraph room.
The dark shadow who entered the telegraph room seemed to be familiar with the road and came to the table in the telegraph room without touching any obstacles.
After some careful groping, Sombra finally groped for the note that Valewski had placed on the table.
Originally just holding a try mentality, Sombra immediately became ecstatic, and it took out a box of yellow phosphorus matches and candles from its bosom.
The flame produced by the yellow phosphorus match lightly swiping the phosphor surface touches the candle, and the candle is ignited immediately.
With the help of the shadow of the candle light, he saw the contents of the note, and the shadow who roughly saw the contents of the note put the note back in place, and then lightly blew out the candle and left the telegraph room.
The shadow who changed the door again thought he was safe, but he didn't find a single strand of hair that fell to the ground.
And this strand of hair is exactly the same color as the strands of hair on Wallewski's head.
Early the next morning, Wallevsky, who got up early from the bed, opened the curtains and observed Constantinople through the glass window.
In the 19th century, Constantinople was full of onion-headed buildings. Most of the men who came and went on the streets wore white coats, and some of them had a turban on their heads.
The women, on the other hand, wrapped their whole bodies, leaving only a pair of pitch-black eyes, and it was impossible to see whether it was a fairy or a dinosaur under the veil.
Of course, there are also a group of guys in suits in Constantinople. Most of them are businessmen who travel between Constantinople and other European countries, and some are other ethnic groups living in Constantinople. members of the descent.
Through these three months of observation, Wallevsky discovered the decay of the city, not the surface decay, but the spiritual decay.
Even the Tanzimat reforms are nothing more than a whitewashed coat over a rotten shell. The city, and even the core of the country, has not changed at all.
In the end, Wallewski also came to a conclusion.
If the Ottoman Empire did not change the core of the mixed feudal system of bureaucracy + clergy + guards, there could be no change at all.
All the reforms of the Ottoman Empire so far have only been a grudging continuation of their decaying bodies.
If the empire had faced ruin in the 18th century, it would have been rated much better.
The French Empire is also just maintaining the reluctance of the empire for its own interests.
Looking down at the embassy, Wallewski sighed again.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Who?" Wallevsky turned and called out the door.
"Your Excellency, it's time to eat!" The voice of the deputy military attache came from outside the door.
"understood!"
After hearing the shout, Wallevsky immediately opened the door and went downstairs to eat. When he passed the telegraph room, he found that the door of the telegraph room was still tightly closed.
Wallewski, who came to the dining room provided by the embassy while eating breakfast and reading the newspaper, asked casually, "No one was in the telegraph room last night!"
When Wallevsky finished asking this sentence, he heard a "crack" coming from the opposite side of Wallevsky.
Wallevsky raised his head slightly to find the deputy military attache sitting across from him spilling milk on the table.
"I'm really sorry, I wasn't sure about it just now!" the squire attache embarrassedly said to Wallevsky.
"It's nothing! Just pay attention next time!" Wallevsky asked the servants in the embassy to change.
The servant hurriedly wiped the milk dry, and then helped the deputy military attache to replace a glass of milk.
The well-fed Wallevsky returned to the telegraph room again. The moment he pushed open the door of the telegraph room, he found that the hair that had been caught in the door of the telegraph room last night fell out at some point. pick it up.
Then he looked at the inside of the telegraph room. No one moved at all in the telegraph room. It seemed that the "thief" did not come to steal anything.
Immediately, Wallevsky came to the telegraph paper and gently picked up the telegraph paper. He found that the short hair he had placed under the telegraph paper had disappeared.
It seems that the purpose of the thief should be the content of the telegram, and a smile appeared on the corner of Wallevsky's mouth.
Compared with the original version, the content of the telegram in his hand has also changed a bit.
All the content after "Remember" in the second line was deleted, and the core content of the entire telegram was immediately replaced by a compromise telegram with procrastination as the mainstay and war as a supplement.
Transformed into a declaration of war for the Ottoman Empire at all costs.
And what Wallevsky did was to confuse some countries.
Another 4 days have passed, that is, March 12,
The day started in the morning, and the sky was full of dark clouds.
Under the dark sky, you can clearly see the silhouette of seagulls passing by at a low altitude.
Around 10 am, with a flash of lightning passing through the clouds, a spring thunder and torrential rain rang through Constantinople.
The sky above Constantinople is like a gap opened by God and poured down the water for washing his feet~www.novelhall.com~ The pouring rain kept pouring down.
The sudden torrential rain made the pedestrians who came and went on the street could only hide under the eaves and wait for the rain to slow down.
Ferocious raindrops hit the glass of the embassy and made a "crackling" sound.
Standing in front of the window lattice, Wallevsky shook his head unconsciously as he looked at the rainstorm outside the window.
It happened to rain heavily at this time, I really don't know if it was a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement.
The torrential rain continued to fall for nearly an hour before gradually weakening, and then an hour later, the downpour turned into a drizzle.
At this time, the low-lying areas of the streets of Constantinople were full of water, and the crowds who were sheltering from the rainstorm splashed half-leg-high water when they stepped on it.
It was in this hazy drizzle that a steam cruise sailed from a distance and headed for the port of Constantinople.
The commander in charge of driving the warship is Lieutenant General Vladimir Kornilov, Chief of Staff of the Black Sea Fleet, and the "passenger" of the cruise ship is Menshkov, who is the Russian "Envoy for War and Peace". Admiral.
I have received your message. After unanimous discussions in the French Cabinet, it has now been decided to grant you the right to deploy the Mediterranean Fleet at any time. You can send reinforcements to the Mediterranean Fleet in the waters off Marseille and Naples if you think the negotiations are close to breaking down. To protect the safety of the Ottoman Empire.Remember! Be sure to delay the war as much as possible and leave sufficient preparation time for the French intervention! ! ! !Jerome Bonaparte, Emperor of the French Empire.After reading the telegram, Wallevsky felt an inexplicable pressure, and the source of the pressure was the telegram in his hand that was only half the size of a sheet of paper.Although the content of the telegram seems to only transfer the use rights of several warships to his command, behind the warships is the strategic focus of a country in the next few years.Once France entered the field, a war over the Near East was inevitable.Hundreds of thousands of people were fighting, and the fate of the two countries was on Wallevsky's shoulders at this moment.For a time, Wallevsky didn't know whether he should thank his cousin who was thousands of miles away, or if he should throw his 40-yard boots on his cousin's face through teleportation. Although the latter is basically only realized in Wallevsky's own dreams, and it is still in the daytime.In short, the burden on Wallevsky is undoubtedly heavier.Thinking of this, Wallevsky couldn't help shaking his head and sighing to himself: "The situation in the Near East is really getting more and more dangerous!"Then Wallewski glanced at the telegraph operator again. The two sitting beside the transmitter were silent like two emotionless machines, and Valewski could not see any emotion on their faces.For the two transmitters in front of him, whom he himself recruited, Wallevsky nodded with satisfaction.As transmitters responsible for transmitting confidential documents, their confidentiality and loyalty must be high.The lifespan of a silent teleporter is much longer than that of a teleporter who speaks loudly when he has nothing to do all day long."Okay! It's time for you to go back and rest!" Wallevsky gave the order to rest."Yes!" The two reporters got up and responded to Wallewski and left the newspaper room.Watching the figures of the two transmitters leaving, Wallevsky nodded with more satisfaction.Valewski did not know that the two transmitters who seemed to be recruited by him "personally" were actually members of the Foreign Intelligence Service of the National Intelligence Service.Except for the embassies in the Far East, the vast majority of embassies are covered with the eyes of the National Intelligence Service.However, the vast majority of these people are only peripheral personnel. They do not know the Foreign Intelligence Service and the National Intelligence Service. They only know that they are serving the police department.This kind of skinning method can be said to be an advanced design in the age of underdeveloped espionage system in the 19th century. It can effectively protect the operating structure of the National Intelligence Service from detection, and the less visible the intelligence organization, the more energy it can generate.Only those core personnel are the real existence of the National Intelligence Agency, and these guys are often hidden deep.Wallewski apparently did not realize that his embassy had been infiltrated by the National Intelligence Service, and he was still delighted that he could recruit a good transmitter.Not long after Wallevsky left with a kerosene lamp and a kerosene lamp, he closed the door of the telegraph room, and a sneaky figure walked cautiously against the wall.There were only subtle sounds in the silent corridor. In the dark night, it carefully came to the door of the telegraph room and gently pushed open the door of the telegraph room.Pushed by the shadow, the door made a slight "click" sound. After the door opened to allow only one person to pass through, the shadow crept into the telegraph room.The dark shadow who entered the telegraph room seemed to be familiar with the road and came to the table in the telegraph room without touching any obstacles.After some careful groping, Sombra finally groped for the note that Valewski had placed on the table.Originally just holding a try mentality, Sombra immediately became ecstatic, and it took out a box of yellow phosphorus matches and candles from its bosom.The flame produced by the yellow phosphorus match lightly swiping the phosphor surface touches the candle, and the candle is ignited immediately.With the help of the shadow of the candle light, he saw the contents of the note, and the shadow who roughly saw the contents of the note put the note back in place, and then lightly blew out the candle and left the telegraph room.The shadow who changed the door again thought he was safe, but he didn't find a single strand of hair that fell to the ground.And this strand of hair is exactly the same color as the strands of hair on Wallewski's head.Early the next morning, Wallevsky, who got up early from the bed, opened the curtains and observed Constantinople through the glass window.In the 19th century, Constantinople was full of onion-headed buildings. Most of the men who came and went on the streets wore white coats, and some of them had a turban on their heads.The women, on the other hand, wrapped their whole bodies, leaving only a pair of pitch-black eyes, and it was impossible to see whether it was a fairy or a dinosaur under the veil.Of course, there are also a group of guys in suits in Constantinople. Most of them are businessmen who travel between Constantinople and other European countries, and some are other ethnic groups living in Constantinople. members of the descent.Through these three months of observation, Wallevsky discovered the decay of the city, not the surface decay, but the spiritual decay.Even the Tanzimat reforms are nothing more than a whitewashed coat over a rotten shell. The city, and even the core of the country, has not changed at all.In the end, Wallewski also came to a conclusion.If the Ottoman Empire did not change the core of the mixed feudal system of bureaucracy + clergy + guards, there could be no change at all.All the reforms of the Ottoman Empire so far have only been a grudging continuation of their decaying bodies.If the empire had faced ruin in the 18th century, it would have been rated much better.The French Empire is also just maintaining the reluctance of the empire for its own interests.Looking down at the embassy, Wallewski sighed again.Just then, there was a knock on the door."Who?" Wallevsky turned and called out the door."Your Excellency, it's time to eat!" The voice of the deputy military attache came from outside the door."understood!"After hearing the shout, Wallevsky immediately opened the door and went downstairs to eat. When he passed the telegraph room, he found that the door of the telegraph room was still tightly closed.Wallewski, who came to the dining room provided by the embassy while eating breakfast and reading the newspaper, asked casually, "No one was in the telegraph room last night!"When Wallevsky finished asking this sentence, he heard a "crack" coming from the opposite side of Wallevsky.Wallevsky raised his head slightly to find the deputy military attache sitting across from him spilling milk on the table."I'm really sorry, I wasn't sure about it just now!" the squire attache embarrassedly said to Wallevsky."It's nothing! Just pay attention next time!" Wallevsky asked the servants in the embassy to change.The servant hurriedly wiped the milk dry, and then helped the deputy military attache to replace a glass of milk.The well-fed Wallevsky returned to the telegraph room again. The moment he pushed open the door of the telegraph room, he found that the hair that had been caught in the door of the telegraph room last night fell out at some point. pick it up.Then he looked at the inside of the telegraph room. No one moved at all in the telegraph room. It seemed that the "thief" did not come to steal anything.Immediately, Wallevsky came to the telegraph paper and gently picked up the telegraph paper. He found that the short hair he had placed under the telegraph paper had disappeared.It seems that the purpose of the thief should be the content of the telegram, and a smile appeared on the corner of Wallevsky's mouth.Compared with the original version, the content of the telegram in his hand has also changed a bit.All the content after "Remember" in the second line was deleted, and the core content of the entire telegram was immediately replaced by a compromise telegram with procrastination as the mainstay and war as a supplement.Transformed into a declaration of war for the Ottoman Empire at all costs.And what Wallevsky did was to confuse some countries.Another 4 days have passed, that is, March 12,The day started in the morning, and the sky was full of dark clouds.Under the dark sky, you can clearly see the silhouette of seagulls passing by at a low altitude.Around 10 am, with a flash of lightning passing through the clouds, a spring thunder and torrential rain rang through Constantinople.The sky above Constantinople is like a gap opened by God and poured down the water for washing his feet~www.novelhall.com~ The pouring rain kept pouring down.The sudden torrential rain made the pedestrians who came and went on the street could only hide under the eaves and wait for the rain to slow down.Ferocious raindrops hit the glass of the embassy and made a "crackling" sound.Standing in front of the window lattice, Wallevsky shook his head unconsciously as he looked at the rainstorm outside the window.It happened to rain heavily at this time, I really don't know if it was a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement.The torrential rain continued to fall for nearly an hour before gradually weakening, and then an hour later, the downpour turned into a drizzle.At this time, the low-lying areas of the streets of Constantinople were full of water, and the crowds who were sheltering from the rainstorm splashed half-leg-high water when they stepped on it.It was in this hazy drizzle that a steam cruise sailed from a distance and headed for the port of Constantinople.The commander in charge of driving the warship is Lieutenant General Vladimir Kornilov, Chief of Staff of the Black Sea Fleet, and the "passenger" of the cruise ship is Menshkov, who is the Russian "Envoy for War and Peace". Admiral.
