Zheng Sen opened his mouth and tried to make his breathing sound as quiet as possible.

Footsteps approached one after another, and Zheng Sen's hand found nothing on his waist. He was attending the banquet tonight, and he didn't bring a gun! He reached out and pulled out the dagger from his boots. It was the only weapon in his hand now.

He leaned against a tree and slowly stood up. Trying not to make any sound from the branches and leaves under his feet!

A man came with a revolver in his hand. Since the Ming Dynasty's revolvers began to be exported, Western countries quickly copied this kind of firearms that did not require so high technical requirements. This thing is now a bad thing in the West.

existence.

Many street gangs are able to carry a revolver.

The guy looked European at first glance, and he was tall. He was at least a head taller than Zheng Sen. The dense branches blocked the light, and all he could see was that the guy had blond hair and a tall nose that protruded much from his face.

The moonlight shining through the gaps between the branches shines on the silver revolver, giving off little bits of silver light.

That guy was so desperate that he was leaning behind the tree where Zheng Sen was hiding.

The opportunity was just a moment away. Zheng Sen knew that it would be difficult for the dagger to pierce his coat and then plunge into his heart. His arm strength did not support such an attack.

The target was chosen on this guy's neck. The white neck was very conspicuous in the moonlight. At close range, Zheng Sen could even see the earthworm-like blood vessels under the skin.

He held the dagger in one hand and pushed the handle of the dagger with the other. Zheng Sen gritted his teeth, bent his left leg and bent his right leg, twisted his waist and pushed hard under the guy's ear.

When he was on Changxing Island, he studied medicine with Tang Ruowang. Western medicine had already paid attention to human anatomy at this time. Zheng Sen knew that the place two inches from the lower edge of the skull below the ear is where the aorta passes.

The dagger stabbed in hard, and then without waiting for the guy to scream, he thrust hard with both hands.

"Poof!" A blood arrow shot out. Under the moonlight, Zheng Sen was sprayed with blood on his face, and his whole person looked terrifying and ghastly.

The guy instinctively raised his hands, trying to cover the wound. Zheng Sen's dagger was so sharp, the stab almost pierced the strong guy's neck. He swung his hands hard and opened his neck.

There was a huge gash, and his entire neck was cut in half.

How could such a wound be covered with one hand?

"Bang!" I don't know if this guy pulled the trigger before losing power, or if it hit somewhere and it went off.

The revolver in the killer's hand fired a bullet, and the bullet grazed Zheng Sen's thigh and entered the soil. Zheng Sen was covered in sweat, and his entire back was wet in an instant.

He grabbed the revolver from this guy's hand, and the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard not far away.

If he didn't run away, he would be beaten into a sieve. Zheng Sen held a dagger in one hand and a revolver in the other, and ran towards the river risking his life. In the current situation, he just had to run out first and talk about the rest later.

One thing is certain, the person who ambushed and assassinated Zheng Sen here was definitely not Napoleon. If it had been him, he would have been beaten into a sieve long ago as long as he set up a Maxim.

"Pah! Pah! Pah...!" Three shots were fired in a row, and one of the bullets missed Zheng Sen's head by two inches.

The bullet was nailed into the tree trunk in front of Zheng Sen, and the flying bark hit Zheng Sen painfully on the face.

Zheng Sen fired two shots at the black shadow following him, and a scream sounded from behind. This time, the bullets were fired more densely. The gunshots kept ringing, and the bullets "swish" and "swish" shuttled through the woods.

As Zheng Sen was running, he felt someone hit him hard on the back. Then, the hand holding the revolver stopped controlling.

Good luck will not always favor a person. Under such intensive shooting, Zheng Sen was still injured. The bullet entered from behind the shoulder blade and passed through the front of the right chest.

It must be a bullet fired from a rifle. At such a distance, only penetrating wounds caused by powerful rifle bullets can cause such small wounds.

If it was a revolver, I believe Zheng Sen's right chest would have been punched with a big hole by now.

The moment of severe pain almost made Zheng Sen faint. His painful hand could no longer hold the revolver. He staggered forward, his own heavy breathing and the "whoosh" of bullets rubbing against the air filling his ears.

"Whoosh" sound.

In front of you is the Seine River, and the moonlight shines on the slowly flowing Seine River.

Damn it! The only way to survive now is to jump into the river. Zheng Sen gritted his teeth and ran to the river. He flipped over the guardrail. A bullet hit the guardrail and sparks flew out. The flying gravel hit Zheng Sen.

On his hand, he immediately made bloody cuts on it.

As soon as he let go of his painful hand, he fell into the Seine River with a "pop".

But two or three minutes later, four or five figures rushed to the Seine River. Looking at the sparkling river water, these people hurriedly fired machine guns down below.

The bullets made splashes in the river, but no body floated up.

"Go downstream to search, and you must see the body." The leader whispered, and the group of people ran downstream.

"What?" Napoleon almost fainted when he heard that Zheng Sen was attacked and his whereabouts were unknown.

The only disciple of the Marshal of the Ming Dynasty actually did something like this happen in the capital of France. How can I explain this to the Ming Dynasty!

In the Battle of Waterloo that year, if the Ming Dynasty had not intervened, Napoleon might have become a prisoner of the British. France would have definitely been defeated!

Even now, the attitude of European countries towards France is not very good. Without the support of Ming Dynasty, the eighth anti-French alliance would be formed in a very short time.

Even though industrialization has been carried out in the past two years, the national strength has recovered somewhat. But this was also industrialization with the help of the Ming Dynasty. It can be said that without the help of the Ming Dynasty, France is nothing.

This time Zheng Sen came to France not only to discuss the siege of Russia. There were also a series of investment plans and technology transfer plans with France.

The top priority is the shipyard in Marseille. After the completion of this shipyard, France will also have the ability to manufacture ironclads.

In Europe, the British took the lead in having the ability to build ironclads because of Bombay's scientific and technological achievements. Later, Russia also had the ability to build ironclads for some unknown reason.

The French know how important it is to have ironclad ships to protect territorial waters when surrounded by powerful enemies. You must know that the century-old Anglo-French war was because the French did not have control of the sea.

The British could use the convenience of the navy to land at will around France. If there had not been Joan of Arc, the King of France might have been George.

History cannot repeat itself, and Napoleon had a clear understanding. France must have a strong navy and the ability to defend its sea power.

Everything was going well. France could use the profits it gained in Africa to exchange technology for manufacturing ironclad ships with Ming Dynasty. But now...!

Everything becomes uncertain. If Ming Dynasty turns against him because of this, his throne may be threatened.

"The body hasn't been found yet, maybe the person is still alive." Lucien looked at his brother who was as furious as a lion anxiously.

Originally, he was supposed to accompany Zheng Sen to the Louvre tonight. But at the ball, he met a young lady from an Earl's family. So...!

"Why don't you go find him quickly!" Napoleon's roar made everyone outside the door feel the anger of His Majesty the Emperor.

"Yes! Let's go find him right away." Lucien ran out quickly. If he didn't run out again, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Dandy boy!" Napoleon looked at Lucien who ran out in a hurry. He was so angry that he picked up an ashtray and threw it at Lucien who ran out.

It would be great if the eldest brother Joseph was here, he could handle things properly. What a pity! The eldest brother Joseph died in the war with Russia.

The damn flu not only killed his brother, but also killed more than thirty generals.

"Schulz!" Napoleon shouted at the door, and his adjutant Schulz ran in immediately.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

"Immediately order the entire First Army of the Praetorian Guard to be on alert and impose martial law in Paris. The Ministry of Interior will deploy the most powerful personnel to find out who did this in the shortest possible time. And the murderer must be caught.

Second! All armies across the country have entered a state of readiness. Veterans who have just been discharged from the army are recruited to re-enlist in the army. The national plan is to shift to a wartime state. The production plan of ammunition must be put on the agenda.

Third, settle the rest of the Ming Dynasty mission and assure them that we will give them an explanation as soon as possible."

Napoleon was indeed Napoleon, and he came up with several ideas in a short period of time. In any case, the first thing to do was to ensure that France could not be invaded.

"Yes! His Majesty the Emperor."

"Order the soldiers of the First Imperial Guard Army to, in addition to enforcing martial law, send people to help find the Ming envoy. The young man must be found, whether alive or dead."

Napoleon glanced at the grandfather clock in his office. Four hours had passed since Zheng Sen's accident.

Apart from the corpses of the Ming Dynasty and his guards who were killed in an ambush, there was only one corpse whose throat was cut with a dagger. In other words, a Ming Dynasty man killed a murderer.

As for the Ming Dynasty mission, only Zheng Sen is missing, which means that the killer was probably killed by Zheng Sen.

If he had killed the killer, maybe he would still be alive.

Napoleon prayed heartily to all the gods he knew, to let Zheng Sen live, to let him live.

Walking to the top floor of the Grand Palace, Napoleon picked up his telescope and looked at the Seine River in the distance. Perhaps Zheng Sen was also in the Seine River at this time.

Josephine Beauharnais walked gently behind Napoleon and put a coat on Napoleon.

"Josephine, if something happens to that young man, then we will face war again. Perhaps, we will be defeated miserably." Napoleon did not look back, but still looked at the Seine River blankly, as if he saw a mountain of corpses.

Like a sea of ​​blood.

"Your Majesty, no matter what happens, Josephine will be with you." Josephine stood behind Napoleon and looked towards the Seine.

Although Napoleon divorced and married the Austrian princess Marie Louise, this marriage was completely a political marriage. There was no emotion at all between the two people.

Although Napoleon divorced Josephine, he still retained Josephine's title of queen. Therefore, Josephine is now one of Napoleon's two queens.

"France has just recovered for two years. We originally needed more time."

"There is no way, God doesn't want us to recuperate. In that case, let's fight. Anyway, my Napoleon is the greatest commander in the world.

You can defeat the powerful anti-French alliance seven times in a row, and you will definitely defeat them for the eighth time in the future. I believe in you, because you are my Napoleon." Josephine turned her head and looked at Napoleon. The two of them held hands tightly.

Hold together!

At this time, you can already see that both sides of the Seine River are covered with people searching for Zheng Sen. There are so many torches that they are like two fire dragons.

Countless small boats were fishing in the Seine River with torches lit.

Lucien announced that as long as Zheng Sen's whereabouts were found, he would be rewarded five thousand francs.

Five thousand francs is considered a huge prize in France, and everyone is striving for the huge prize.

Tens of thousands of people were busy all night, and the sky gradually became brighter, but there was no news from Zheng Sen. The sun came up, but there was still no news from Zheng Sen.
To be continued...