Age of Conquest Reborn

Looking at Adams' excited back, Alexander suddenly felt an inexplicable fear. Will his suggestion involve the British Empire's last possessions in the South Asian subcontinent?

With Tang Qiuli's cunning and treachery, how could he not think of this? What if this was another trap for him to surround himself with tens of thousands of soldiers in Xiduo, using this as bait to lure the remaining troops stationed in India?

Come to the rescue, Alexander thought repeatedly in his mind, weighing the odds of this possibility, and he couldn't help but want to shout to Adams. Uploaded by Wu Jiu Literature Book Friends

To prevent him from sending a telegram for help, in the end, he did not do so because this was the only chance for him and tens of thousands of soldiers. If he missed it, he would only become a prisoner of Tang Qiuli and pay tribute to the Chinese people he hated most.

, Abandoning weapons and surrendering, for the proud Alexander, would never be tolerated.

In just a few minutes, Alexander's rapid thinking exhausted all his energy. He lay limply on the stretcher, and his mind fell into unconsciousness again. It was up to God, Alexander sighed to himself.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon on May 16, London, the capital of the United Kingdom, had just experienced a large-scale air attack just ten minutes ago. The German Air Force dispatched more than two thousand bombers and fighter jets to bombard London.

Indiscriminate bombing.

The streets of London are full of ruins, smoke is still rising from the collapsed buildings, and some are still burning with raging fires. Huge craters can be seen everywhere on the roads, and the shrill screams of fire engines are heard.

There was a burning smell permeating the streets and alleys, and the whole city had not yet recovered from the horror just now.

In the conference room at the bottom of the Prime Minister's Office, a temporary emergency meeting was being held. The meeting was attended by all the cabinet ministers of the war cabinet, the directors of the General Staff, the Military Intelligence Bureau and other units. Here, all the British military and political parties were gathered.

Industry dignitaries, suits and shining stars, complement each other, but the atmosphere is so oppressive that you can't breathe.

British wartime Prime Minister Winston Churchill had a sullen face, his fat body filled the entire armchair, and the thick cigar that was always there, emitting repeated light blue smoke, shrouded the Prime Minister's uncertain expression.

, more elusive.

On the table in front of Churchill was an urgent telegram from the Indochina Peninsula in Asia, "Sir Winston Churchill, Prime Minister of the British Empire, and to all members of the Cabinet, the General Staff, and the Ministry of War, our troops stationed in India to recover the Indochina Peninsula.

, in the process of retreating to East India, near Xiduo, close to the East India border area, they were incompetent by the commander of the squadron!

After reading this telegram, Churchill's idea was very straightforward: mobilize all the troops stationed in India to block the Chinese from the gate of East India. If necessary, they can also rush back to northern Myanmar.

However, after his assistant read the telegram, all the military and political officials in the room stared at them without saying a word. Looking at these well-dressed military and political officials with straight military uniforms, they were as if they were in a trance.

With the attitude of speaking only through his ears but not his mouth, an irrepressible anger burst out in Churchill's heart.

The muscles on Churchill's fat face twitched a few times and he asked: "Gentlemen, after listening to this telegram, do you have any good opinions? Feel free to raise it, this is a top priority involving the overseas territories of our British Empire. What do you want?

Show some attitude!"

What touched Churchill's sensitive nerves was not the fate of tens of thousands of soldiers from the British Empire, but the serious consequences that would follow. That damn Chinese, Tang Qiuli's forces, would infect the subcontinent and forcefully transform themselves from the British Empire.

He cut off a large piece of fat from his body and thought about it, Churchill himself would do the same. Therefore, he determined that Tang Qiuli would do the same!

Silence, still silence. These cabinet ministers and generals had originally opposed or disapproved of Prime Minister Churchill's insistence on sending troops to northern Burma to fight the Chinese Tang Qiuli regardless of the domestic situation. The situation in the country was already

It's worrying that your Excellency, the Prime Minister, has gone out of his way to go to war with our ally the Chinese in Asia. Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

However, Prime Minister Churchill's strength and stubbornness are hard to convince. Now, the war situation in Southeast Asia is corrupt, and everyone needs to come up with ideas. Isn't this difficult? Oh my god, which one of you has been to that distant Southeast Asia?

How do you come up with good constructive suggestions?

Furthermore, how aggressive are the Chinese? They are openly plotting against Indian territory. This may not be true. I am afraid it is an alarmist statement made up by the commander of the besieged Indian army in order to solicit reinforcements.

Bar!

Churchill became angry. He slammed his stubby, fat palms on the table and shouted loudly: "It's not allowed. I will never allow those despicable and cunning Chinese to challenge our bottom line. I will never allow it. Today's meeting will be decided."

Come down, how to defeat the Chinese Tang Qiuli's conspiracy, General Brandts, tell me, what are the plans of the General Staff?"

Being tapped on the head, no matter how much he pretends to be dumb, he can't get over it. General Brandts, the British Chief of General Staff, can't hide his feelings, but he doesn't have any good ideas in his heart. Others may not understand the situation in India.

As the chief of general staff, he was well aware of the situation of the army, and Alexander took away all the elite troops.

In northern Myanmar, during the battle with the Chinese Tang Qiuli's troops, they lost everything. What was left were some local garrison troops, equipment and the quality of the soldiers. They were barely second-rate, but what about their combat effectiveness? Only God knows

!

The most terrible thing is that these troops have never been on the battlefield. Even I doubt whether these soldiers will shoot once they arrive on the battlefield. It is a question. Alexander's first-class elite troops were beaten to death by the Chinese.

, can't even withdraw to East India. What the hell can these second-rate troops do if they go up there?

Admiral Brandts can only repeat these words in his mind. Even if he says them out, the Prime Minister will not listen. If necessary, he will order the soldiers in India to fight the Chinese with wooden sticks. Prime Minister

Your Excellency, you are such a stubborn and crazy person.

The disbelieving looks in the eyes of those high officials have already revealed a lot of problems. The only thing I can do is to help the Prime Minister to convince these military and political officials. At the same time, I can also divert the Prime Minister's attention from me. Otherwise, I will be beaten again.

If you continue to ask more questions, you will not be able to come up with any countermeasures. Your face will be disgraced, and the General Staff will also be disgraced.

General Brandtes, who had made up his mind, turned his attention to Major General Orebrand, the director of the Military Intelligence Bureau of the General Staff, and then said: "Your Excellency Prime Minister, colleagues, before making a decision, the Military Intelligence Bureau

The director, Major General Orebrand, has important information to report, which may help us make up our mind!"

(To be continued)