After more than a month of traveling in France, Sean, a representative of the Irish Resistance, finally met a big man in the salon of Louva Ferro, a member of the French National Assembly, Lucien Bonaparte.

At that time, the beautiful Mrs. Fleith asked him to wait at the door of the ballroom, while she walked through the brightly lit ballroom to a row of sofas beside her, and faced one of the two young people sitting there:

"Lucien, remember the last time I mentioned to you that Shaun from Ireland? It's that there are a lot of stories, and a lot of stories break my heart to talk about that. Mrs. Fleith winked at Lucien, "I would love to help him, and I think that of all my friends, you are the only one who is strong, kind, and compassionate, and must be willing to help poor Irish Rao, so I have brought him here." Do you want to get to know him? ”

Lucien knew that it was not very likely that Madame Fleiss would be willing to help an Irishman out of sympathy, most likely...... His gaze hung from Madame Fleith's goose-slender, slender neck, a necklace of ancient shape, which he had never seen before, and at the bottom of the necklace hung a ruby almost the size of a pigeon's egg. If it was really given to the Irish who were so poor that they didn't even have anything to eat, then they really paid for it.

"Well, can I get him over?" Mrs. Fleith said with a misty smile.

"Of course, my darling!" Lucien raised his glass slightly towards Madame Fleith, "But in a moment you will sit down beside me and let me admire your new necklace." ”

"What's wrong with that?" Madame Fleith leaned in with a smile, and took Lucien's arm with her hand, and stopped her chest so that the two mountains could be brought closer to Lucien, and that he could see more easily the jewel in the valley.

"It's a very chic shape, a beautiful gem, and it matches you very well." Lucien leaned over and leaned over to Fleisse's earlobe, his lips almost touching Fleith's earlobe.

"Well, have you seen enough?" Fleith stiffened his head.

"No, where can you see enough for a while? I'll take a closer look at it later. Lucien gently bit Fleith's earlobe and said, "But my dear, you can get your friend over now." ”

Fleith gave Lucien permission, straightened up, and beckoned to Sean as he stood in the doorway.

Sean hurriedly ran over. Madame Fleiss furrowed her delicate eyebrows slightly, and said to Lucien: "Lucien, this is Mr. Sean of Ireland - Mr. Sean, this is the future star of French politics that I mentioned to you, Mr. Lucien Bonaparte. ”

"Hello, Monsieur Bonaparte......" Sean said hurriedly. Obviously, for such a luxurious and ambiguous place as the French Rao salon, the Irish, who are basically old hats, are uncomfortable.

"Hello, Mr. Sean." Lucien stretched out his hand to an empty seat next to him, "You can sit down and we'll talk." ”

Seeing Sean sit down, Lucien added: "Also, I would like to introduce you to this friend who is sitting next to me, well, this is Alain, Alain Juniper, he is my best friend, my partner, one of the richest bankers in Paris, a very reputable and trustworthy person, and you don't need to avoid him if you have anything." ”

"Hello, Mr. Juniper." Sean quickly stood up again.

It was in this dimly lit corner that Lucien and Sean talked for a while. Later, when Sean recalled this history, he looked like this:

"Monsieur Lucien Bonaparte, like Mrs. Fleith, was a very sympathetic man. After learning about Ireland's suffering, he was very sympathetic to our plight. He promised me that he would help me get an opportunity to appeal to the distinguished members of Congress in the National Assembly.

It's just that I'm not very good at speaking, and I have a strong accent in French. For this reason, Monsieur Bonaparte also helped me find a teacher to train me in speech. Even in his busy schedule, he personally guided me in drafting my speech. And the most famous passage of my speech is:

'We Irishmen, indeed, have nothing but blood and life, and a common hatred of England, but is not this enemy also the liberty-loving enemy of France, and of the whole world, who loves liberty and justice? Shouldn't we unite and fight together with our enemies? I can assure you that we Irish people will not spare blood and life; I can assure you distinguished gentlemen that for every bullet you give us, the young men of France will shed one less drop of blood in the future! Actually, it was written by Monsieur Bonaparte. Behind the scenes, Mr. Bonaparte made even more untold efforts for the independence of the Irish people......"

As a result of Lucien's efforts, the National Assembly passed a bill called the Relations with Ireland Act, declaring an unbreakable alliance with the Irish against the English enemy. The Parliament also urged the Directory to take immediate and concrete action and to earmark funds to support Ireland's struggle for justice.

The Directory, which had received the money from the "military-industrial complex", acted quite quickly, and soon approved a special fund to support the revolution of the Irish people. Of course, the Directory did not have that much money in its coffers, so the righteous Mr. Alain Juniper provided financing for the Directory.

This money was quickly transferred to the accounts of the "military-industrial complex", which was used to promote two programs, one for the support of weapons and the other for the training of personnel. All in all, the whole thing went exceptionally efficiently. Since the Thermidorian coup, it has been rare to see the French government act so quickly on anything. Of course, there are also rumors that at least a third of these appropriations never leave Paris at all, but are directly consumed as lubricants for government action.

The efficiency of the "military-industrial complex" is high, and when the allocation is in place, Sean gets the news that the "French military-industrial complex" can complete the production and shipment of the first batch of weapons that are provided to the Irish brothers without compensation within half a month, and now he needs to get in touch with the Irish people immediately so that these precious weapons can be delivered to the Irish brothers who need it the most.

A month later, the Flying Clippers, loaded with all sorts of weapons, and Sean and another Irishman named Liam boarded the ship.

The reason why it was delayed until a month later was not because the French were slow to move, but because it took more time for the Irish to arrange a pick-up or something.

"Two gentlemen, you don't get seasick, do you?" As soon as he got on board, Sean was asked such a question by Captain Decker.

"No, we're not dizzy." Sean replied.

"Well, besides, do you know how to swim?" Captain Dekker asked again.

"Yes, what's the problem?" Sean vaguely felt that something was not quite right.

"You know, our ship, going to risk breaking through the blockade of the British fleet. So everything about this boat is designed to serve only one goal, and that is higher speed. Everything else can be sacrificed for this, including security. So...... Do you see what I mean? ”

Sean nodded, smuggling is inherently high-risk.

"We understand."

Sean thinks he understands the danger of the ship, but when he goes out to sea, he finds himself underestimating it. The boat was so jolting that Sean and Liam, who never got seasick, vomited all their bile. At this time, the wind and waves were not very strong. This shows how dangerous the ship must have been in the event of a greater storm – the French people risked their lives in support of their Irish brothers.

In fact, although the clipper ship is very bumpy, its ability to resist wind and flooding is not bad, and safety is not its weak point. Captain Dyck did this only to convince the Irish that in the process of delivering weapons to them, quite a few things had "drifted".

A few nights later, the Flying came to the sea near Ireland. At this time, when you look at the sea from the land, it is completely dark and dreary, and you can't see anything.

But this is not the case when viewed from the sea to the land. Beneath a cliff facing the sea, two fires were lit - this was the signal between the Irish on shore and the ships at sea. Because of the obstruction of the cliff wall, the fire is completely invisible from the direction of the land.

In response, the "Flying" also hung up two lights, and in a short time the one on the left disappeared from the light of the fire on the shore, and two more fires were lit a little further to the right—this was the agreed signal, and it showed that everything was safe on the shore.

In the darkness, the sailors lowered one of the boats, and then the sailors put boxes with inflatable cowhide pontoons tied to oiled paper and connected by ropes into the water for two hours, and all the boxes were launched. The sailors, Shaw, and En and Liam, got into the boat, rowed their oars, dragged the boxes, and paddled slowly toward the shore.

At dawn, the sailors rowed back to the Flying. The "Flying Flight" retracted the ship, immediately unfurled its sails and left the dangerous sea. And beneath the cliff, which has been faintly revealed, a group of people, including Sean and Liam, are busy counting the weapons that have been delivered.