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Chapter 3258 The Gate of Hades

In the story of Notre Dame in Paris, there is a girl named Esmeralda. She danced in the square in front of Notre Dame and was seen by the bishop. The originally happy person felt pain because of it, like a fire. His love tortured his heart, and he even threatened Esmeralda that if she did not yield, he would really send her to the stake.

Esmeralda is actually a Spanish name that means emerald, but no Spanish family would actually give their child this name.

Bougainville became a dragoon during the Seven Years' War. Due to the introduction of Mrs. Bombada, after the war, although he ended his military career and began his naval career, the naval officers were dissatisfied with this rapid rise. The naval captains didn't think much of him. In their eyes, he was nothing.

But Bougainville took action immediately. He had always been an activist. He once tried to colonize an archipelago called Malo near the Strait of Magellan, but received a warning from Spain because these islands belonged to South America.

Although the Malo Islands are far from the coastline, they are indeed located on the continental shelf of South America. Bougainville had to abandon its original colonization plan and return to Nantes.

In 1766, the young captain met an old sailor in Nantes. He was working as a first mate because he was not a nobleman. They left the Monten anchorage at the mouth of the Loire River and headed towards Laplace. Advancing, there he encountered the Spanish three-masted cruisers Esmeralda and Liebre.

Bougainville, who thought he was outnumbered, immediately retreated. However, Bougainville's warships encountered a terrible storm as soon as they arrived at sea. The three-masted cruiser with brand-new rigging was seriously damaged and had to return to Brest for repairs.

Ocean currents are often the cause of navigators' misjudgments of their position. They are hidden beneath the surface of a calm sea, with no visible waves.

Although offshore ocean currents will not affect position judgment, after all, the mainland is just around the corner, its complex hydrology will still cause a lot of trouble for sailing.

In other words, the "feat" cannot be copied, but the purpose of the "feat" has been achieved. When no one wants to participate in a game, as long as one person finds an excuse, someone will follow.

If the territorial sea baseline is moved a few nautical miles outward, a suitable navigation area can be reached. Anyway, let’s just draw pictures, and it seems that Copenhagen was bombarded in vain.

It costs money to build a port, and it also costs money to build cannonballs. It’s impossible for cannonballs to grow out of cornfields.

Compared with Copenhagen and the Baltic Sea, it was the great plain east of the Missouri River that caused the British Parliament to quarrel.

Ministers asked: Why can't we stick to the 97th longitude?

Small answer: Yes, minister, because you see it as a line on the map, but it does not exist in nature.

The factory owners wanted cotton and originally supported the land purchase plan. However, after looking at the distribution map of the cotton belt, they suddenly felt that it was unnecessary. Now they have a wait-and-see attitude.

The nobility, especially the landed nobility, firmly disagreed with the sale.

So the quarrel continued, but a consensus was reached that Louisiana could not be sold.

"Combaceres said it could be rented, but I don't think so. That place won't bring us more military honors." Bonaparte said, leaning on the bed.

She was tired and in no mood to talk.

"Why don't you say anything?" He grabbed her hand wearing the fire opal ring and looked at it.

"I don't think it's necessary either. Be careful of ending up like Louis XVI." She said lazily.

He sneered.

"What did I say wrong?" Georgiana asked.

"Why do you think I chose to cross the Alps in the summer?" After he finished speaking, he turned his gaze from the ring to her.

"Supply on the spot." She said with a chill.

He smiled even colder, got up and went to drink water.

Maastricht was important because Louis XIV needed the canal to transport supplies from home during his wars.

The Battle of Marengo took place before the first wheat harvest. Most of the reserve soldiers were farmers' sons. They could harvest the mature wheat in the field with a sickle.

"I won't invest a penny in that place," Bonaparte said, turning his back to her. "I won't consider renting."

No wonder Cambaceres is so excited.

She thought helplessly.

"The same goes for Italy." He held the water glass and lay half-lying against the head of the bed again. "And I will not continue to withdraw troops from Naples unless the British withdraw from Malta."

"What else did Murat do?" asked Georgiana.

He put his fingers to her lips.

"How about we talk about something else, poetry? Didn't you say you can't write poetry?" He said in a good mood.

She grabbed his arm ingratiatingly.

"What do you want?" he asked as if he was used to it.

"I want to move the Greenwich meridian to Paris." Georgiana said softly, "I also want to build a four-cardinal fountain in front of Saint-Subiers Church."

He looked at her in surprise.

"I have already asked Bougainville to do it. He is old. Don't let him do the things of young people."

"How did you come up with the name Four Cardinal Points Fountain?" he asked with interest. "Because of Dandong, and the natural boundary he mentioned, of course it was not built to commemorate Dandong." Georgiana said immediately.

He looked at her silently.

"What?" she asked in surprise.

"Have you received the news?" he asked, tilting his head.

"what news?"

He seemed to be trying to discern whether she really didn't know.

"What news do you think I'll get if I don't go out all day?" Georgiana asked.

"Change the topic." He said with his eyes closed.

She really didn't know what to say.

Are you talking about decoration with a great man?

"What color do you think the wine-colored sea is?" Georgiana asked. "Today I saw a stone. It was blue-purple."

"Homer, huh?" he asked, smiling.

If only he was really an ordinary literary young man, she thought sadly.

"I cannot be persuaded," she murmured, "nor the other Achaeans, who are constantly fighting against the enemy and are unthankable, and those who stay at home have an equal share. The timid ones And honor is equal to the brave, and death treats both the industrious and the industrious alike.”

He opened his eyes and the smile on his face disappeared.

"I suffered a lot and fought with my life, but it did me no good." Georgiana said, "Do you know who said this?"

He looked at her intently.

"Achilles, be careful of your fatal weakness." she said calmly.

His eyes softened, like a deer she had seen in a painting.

"Julian told me that if I or Paulina died, you would crush Italy to the ground. Would you do that?" Georgiana asked.

"Is that why you're smiling?" he asked with a sad expression.

"Why did the person who monitored me tell you all this?"

"I don't want you to leave." He still looked glum. "I also don't want you to smile at other people."

She didn't know what to say.

Everyone saw in him the king they hoped for, just as Julian found in her the object of his fantasy.

He lay in her arms.

"Sing me a song," he said wearily.

"You want to listen to opera, but I don't know how to do it. Do you want to listen to lullabies?" she asked.

He was silent. Was this rejection or acquiescence?

Then she thought, it was all meaningless, he was already dead.

So she sang that little Mediterranean tune.

What the ocean tells you,

You have to engrave it on your chest

Until your soul returns to the harbor

Waves, waves,

Come one after another without any hesitation

Like my endless pain and sorrow

How wide is the sea and how wide are the beaches?

My longing is so strong,

It was so intense that my frivolous joy was overwhelming.

"When we get to Corsica, I'll go and see your mulberry orchard." She said in his ear, "See if they can be saved."

"It's not my family, it's our family." He said as if he was about to fall into a deep sleep. "Keep singing."

She pouted and sang the song over and over again, just like the waves crashing on the beach.

(End of this chapter)