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Chapter 3311 The Shadow of the Mountain ()

In addition to Georgiana's entourage, Paulina also brought a group of entourage, and the sound of music actually sounded in the courtyard of the gendarme.

Amidst the music, Georgiana opened the first letter, written by Talleyrand, which was unexpectedly thick:

Your former Prime Minister Fox asked me a question, if there is a ship, it is built of French wood, French style, and driven by French crew, but the ownership of the ship belongs to the United Kingdom, then does the ship belong to France or the United Kingdom?

Everyone listened attentively, and I did not answer his question directly, just like when Madame de Staël asked me, if she and Madame Récamier fell into the sea together, which one would I save. I have lost my ability to be diplomatic on the scale of ideas and beauty, which may be tilted more toward beauty.

I've always heard that Fox was good at debating, but I didn't know he was so good at asking questions. Maybe he could consider teaching.

I think I would be kinder to the Pope, but not like other people, waiting for death to come and hoping to go to heaven through penance.

It is easy to openly admit mistakes, but difficult to correct them. When a man is dying, he has no time to correct those he has admitted. Crime is like a wave, one wave after another, drowning people. I have some weaknesses, maybe even bad habits, but crimes? My crime may be a dream that fools long for.

My name is up to the masses to distort and judge, and I don’t care. There is a cartoon in London. A lame man is leading a group of blind men. The blind men are the kings of various European countries. The lame man is me. I am holding my crutch and leading them with a strap. I don’t know if you have ever seen a formal treaty. Each country presses its seal on red paint, and the paint is strung together with a gray ribbon. Isn’t it just like what is drawn in the comics?

Don't be too busy bringing the curtain down, because the farce isn't over yet.

Then Georgiana opened a stack of paper attached to the letter. It turned out to be a manuscript, and it looked physical at first glance, with force analysis diagrams on it.

It was old and slightly yellowed, like Bonaparte's old papers.

"Soil mechanics?" Georgiana read the English title word for word, hoping she understood correctly, because soil is soil, and mechanics is mechanics related to mechanical forces.

But how can soil be related to machinery?

She endured her headache and continued reading.

It can be roughly understood that soil mechanics is a branch of applied mechanics. This article is related to the composition of foundations and sand. As we all know, there is a layer of sand in the middle of the Roman Avenue. This paper studies that sand.

First, use a sieve to sift away the gravel that does not meet the requirements, and then mix the gravel that meets the requirements together in the required proportion, because water will penetrate into the gaps in the gravel, and the fine-grained sand will flow into the gaps in the coarse-grained sand. , these combined will affect the subsidence of the land.

Because the salt in saline soil melts when it comes into contact with water, its stress calculation method is different from that of sand which does not melt when it comes into contact with water. Then there is a series of complicated mechanical equations and analysis, but it can be roughly seen that it is gravel of different sizes. .

Georgiana quickly skipped over, and then turned to the page about the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

This is easy to see. The author painted the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and also layered the foundation under the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Those are saline soil, and those are sand and clay.

She thought that this paper could be shown to the engineers who were currently building bridges on the Po River, but then she thought about it and turned to the end of the paper. The signer was indeed a former Roman road expert, a bachelor of the Royal Academy, a former governor of South Africa, and the current Gibraltar Charles Bennett.

Anyone who cherishes talent will give him a wide berth. The high engineering quality of Roman avenues means that there are still some remains. On the contrary, they were roads built during the Louis XIV period. Many brick roads were encroached upon by neighboring landowners and have disappeared. Yes, this is why the military police are needed to maintain order on the roads, because they are all state assets.

Not counting what Mulla took away, Napoleon also asked Milan for 2000 million during the war. Even if the bankroll was full, he would have to save it for a while after it was wiped out. The two projects that Melchi stopped in Milan require loans. If Milan cannot replace the loans, those "state-owned assets" will be taken away by the lender.

The priority of restoring, adapting and modifying some transportation is higher than that of the square and higher than repairing the headquarters. Melchi also lost his temper with Murrah.

But judging from future trends, railways will replace highways, not to mention the "Roman Avenue" which requires a lot of manpower and material resources. What will be its maintenance costs and benefits in the future? Can I get my money back?

Something happened in Turin that shocked Europe. A group of French soldiers attacked a fortress. Although the fortress had a French flag, it was guarded by Italians. Napoleon ordered the army to be disbanded and hung on the The military flag of the Temple of War was replaced by a black flag.

She didn't know if that fortress was the one she just saw. If it was and there were no other fortresses in Turin, all the Alpine passes would be opened, and the Kingdom of Sardinia would no longer have a stronghold to defend on land. Napoleon offered Piedmont to the King of Sardinia, who refused, although there was no poetry yet calling on the Italian people to rise up and drown out this false benefactor and his dangerous gift.

When Georgiana lowered her head to read the letter, she suddenly realized that this "gift" had ulterior motives. If Napoleon accepted it, there would be no need to mention the "Treaty of Utrecht" and Gibraltar. Then the British would change their defenses or do something else. Plenty of time.

The only thing that the Kingdom of Sardinia could use as evidence to block Napoleon was the Mediterranean, and the Mediterranean fleet was now commanded by Fox's younger brother.

She put the letter aside and opened the second one. There was an "n" on the envelope. She suddenly felt that the mark was very dazzling.

She slowly opened the envelope. Of course it didn't roar like a ranting letter, so she could only read the content herself:

These people are going to cause trouble, and the rebels will never be able to see clearly, and they will always be in an illusion. Are you the same as them?

I never bleed out of anger, nor do I bleed because political medicine requires bloodletting. I still love you, but I have already bled, and there will be more blood in the future. Why don't you listen when I ask you to call the Swiss? The methods you used are unfair and harmful. If others say that I use witchcraft to govern the country, I will treat you as a traitor!

Georgiana was so angry that she almost tore the letter.

At this time there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," she said coldly.

Ariji opened the door and came in.

"I heard... that the Swiss were to be transferred." Arrighi said cautiously.

"There are already military police, isn't that enough?" Georgiana said coldly.

"Oh." Aliji turned around and wanted to go out.

"Wait a minute." Georgiana stopped Arrighi, "You and I can figure out how to reply to the letter."

She knew she shouldn't have laughed the last time Julian Ouvral told her that Napoleon would crush Italy.

The Po River she saw was blue and she didn't want it to turn red.

After Arrighi sat down, Georgiana handed him the letter filled with "blood".

"He still loves you," Arrighi said after reading the letter.

"He is so angry and wants to be useless. Let's say something useful."

Then Arrighi sat on his chair and looked at the letter, lost in thought.

Georgiana listened to the music outside as if it came from another world.

In the tales of Beedle the Poet, there is a king who only wishes he had magic. Now she doesn't want to play the game of King Arthur and Merlin. Can she be like that rabbit and ride the crucible across the ocean?

(End of this chapter)