Battle of the Third Reich

"It's raining heavily. ￥f.￥f" Sir Strike Fay probed the street downstairs. The city defense headquarters seemed to be preparing to build a barricade on the street in front of the hotel. Army soldiers are now unloading a wooden barricade from a truck.

Looking up, on the open lawn across Hyde Park across the road, a row of tents has now been set up. A group of engineers is waving a shovel in the rain. A long truck parked on the original leisure walkway and the canvas shed on the car It's very strict, I don't know what is installed.

"It's true, Sir. The Royal Naval Meteorological Administration's predictions can't go wrong. The British Empire's technological capabilities are still ahead of the rest of the world." A young man sat on the couch in the parlour, lazily reclining The thick back of the green velvet holds a copy of the Times in his hand.

"The group of National Self-Defense Forces were all Uzbekistans, and 3.7 million pounds were thrown into the water in vain. They were still asking for more input. This incompetent waste only knew that staring at the wealth in the imperial treasury, Don't care about the future of the empire." Sir Fay closed the window and closed the curtain.

"Have you read today's newspaper? Fifty thousand Canadian troops are boarding in Halifax. The Canadians also said that this is only the first wave of reinforcements. The people of the empire have united to prepare to defend the empire and the king. Fight." The young man threw the newspaper in his hand on the coffee table.

"Don't pay attention to the things reported in the newspaper. This is for the average British public. Now it needs to stabilize people's hearts." Fay walked to the door, turned on the light switch, and the light illuminated the whole room at once.

"Those Canadians just gathered at the pier and made a gesture for the people in their country. The Canadians asked the empire to return the five destroyers and two light cruisers they had previously requisitioned on the grounds that they lacked **** vessels and were simply robbed by fire. They have long known that half of those ships have been lost in the previous naval battles. These greedy Canadians are fancy with the empire’s assets in North America. The cabinet saw through these Canadians’ tricks and has ordered the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to explicitly refuse Their request, and said that the Royal Navy will deploy an **** fleet to ensure their safety." Fay walked to the desk in the corner of the parlor. Picked up the handset of the desk phone.

"I'm Fay. Give me a pot of black tea. What's the dim sum today? Okay, please send each one up." Put down the phone. Jazz picked up three or four envelopes from his desk. He put the envelopes on the coffee table and then sat down on the single sofa opposite the young man.

"Here is the list you want. This is Lord Harrison's order, and Sir Gerz. He is busy taking over an infantry regiment at Birmingham Barracks. You'd better reply to him as soon as possible. This Scotsman is very troublesome. "Sir Fay opened the cigar box on the small table next to him and took out two cigars from inside."

"I know you are embarrassed now, but I also need to maintain my own relationship. Although these people are not very powerful, they are very useful." Fay handed the cigar in his hand to the young man.

"Okay, you know I need to take a lot of risk. If you let some people in the Ministry of the Interior know, we will have a lot of trouble." The young man opened an envelope. Take out the documents and read them carefully.

"I know you will do something, Bruce." Sir Faye picked up the delicate lighter on the table and lit himself a cigar.

"You went to an emergency meeting of the wartime cabinet today at noon. What outcome did you discuss and what new plans do you have for the situation?" Ian Bruce put the document on the table and took Fei Di. The lighter coming over lit a cigar.

"Is there anything else I can do. The man is completely mad, he lives in his imaginary world." Fay vomited a cigarette, and then waved it away.

"Be careful, Sir, you are talking about the Prime Minister of the British Empire." Ian lit the cigar. He smiled and put the lighter on the coffee table.

"I'm still a member of the House of Lords." Fay smiled and pointed at the document on the table with a cigar. "How do you feel after reading it? Is there any difficulty?"

"There should be no problem. I have reliable channels that will not let you down. I promise." Ian bit the cigar in the corner of her mouth and opened another envelope.

"Oh, how about the meeting at noon?"

"At this time, the group of guys have been busy shirk their responsibilities. No one is willing to be responsible for the previous mistakes. The Germans have landed for a day and night, and the war cabinet knew nothing about it. This is unheard of. Big scandal. If the people are informed, someone will lose their heads. The cabinet may even fall during the war. At least one or two people must stand up to take responsibility. It is difficult for the prime minister to continue to sit in his place." Sir Fay's elbows rested on the armrests, fingers rubbing gray hair with temples.

"He can't resign, so what?" Ian looked up at Jazz.

"So the wartime cabinet decided that it must cover up the truth of this matter. They issued a password to all those who knew the inside story, forbid anyone to disclose relevant information to the outside world, and at the same time forbid anyone to talk about this matter, otherwise They were all handled according to the crime of treason. They had originally planned to come out as a scapegoat and put all the blame on that person. At the beginning, they chose the unlucky Mason, and the result would be half. I don’t know if it’s true, anyway, Dover is sure to have fallen, only the Germans know what is happening there. Now the war cabinet is very passive, they are going to have another cabinet meeting at night, I don’t know what will be discussed come out."

"Then the Germans are left alone, and they haven't come up with a combat plan?" Ian turned over a stationery and began to read the second page.

"So I said that Churchill was crazy. He even thought he could win this war. You know..." At that time a knock on the door rang from outside the living room, and Fei froze for a moment, then stood up.

"Maybe the black tea I ordered is here. Wait a minute." Fay walked out of the parlor to open the door, and after a while, led a restaurant waiter back.

"Put the car here and let the restaurant leave a table for me at 8 o'clock in the evening." Fay took a note from his pocket and handed it to the waiter.

"Understood, 8pm. Glad to serve you, Jazz." The waiter pushed the dining car to the coffee table, put the refreshments and tea set on the dining car on the coffee table, and then paid respectful greetings to Fay and Ian. He quickly left the reception room.

"Oh. Where did you say that earlier? By the way, the Prime Minister's plan." Fay picked up the teapot from the dining car and opened the lid.

"The service at the Dorchester Hotel has been good, but the price is a bit expensive." Fay poured a cup of black tea for Ian. Then handed it to the other party.

"When the deal is closed, you don't have to worry about economic matters anymore. You will become a rich man. It doesn't matter if you live in the Ritz Hotel every day." Ian took the tea cup and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. , He picked up the sugar bowl and put a piece of sugar in the black tea.

"The last remuneration has been transferred to your account in Switzerland. I think you have checked it."

"Yes, yes. My dear friend, I am very satisfied. So I will choose to continue to work with you. After all, at this time, no one knows what will happen tomorrow, so we must prepare for the future. Especially for wealth. I’ve been serving the British Empire long enough, and now it’s time to plan for the rest of my life.” Sir Faye poured himself a cup of black tea and picked up a milk jug to add to the quilt. After a little condensed milk, then pick up the tea spoon and start stirring.

"I still have a deal here. The Navy has settled it. Fifty-five thousand sets of leather equipment, armed belts, straps, leather shoes and high boots. The transport ship has just bypassed the Cape of Good Hope, all of which are first-class produced in Calgada, India Leather goods, the quality is absolutely reliable. I hope your buyer in Spain will give a good price." After that, Jazz raised an eyebrow at Ian.

"Or the old way?"

"Yes, it's blamed for the German submarine being too rampant, isn't it?" Fay picked up a shortbread and put it in his mouth, said proudly to Ian.

"Damaging one or two cabins can't sink the ship. Anyway, the empire has paid the full amount of the goods. I will contact you there and give me a day to reply to you. I don't think there should be any problems." Ian handles Insert the letter paper into the envelope, and then picked up the third letter on the coffee table.

"I like to cooperate with people like you. If it is not a war, you will definitely fly."

"If there is no war. I will not start these businesses, nor will I have the opportunity to meet you, Sir." Ian replied with a smile.

"That's right, yes. Churchill was mentioned earlier. Do you know what nonsense he said at the meeting?" Fay took a teacup and sipped.

"I said that, Sir. He is the Prime Minister of the British Empire and a leader with perseverance and ability." Ian lifted Erlang's legs and continued to turn the letter in his hand.

"I didn't expect you to be his admirer, I really can't see it. Well, Churchill was once strong and powerful, and has admirable wisdom and means, but these are all past tense. Now our This Prime Minister is already an incurable fanatic. He still thought he had the British Empire in his hands. He did not know that most of the people in the House of Lords were playing with their little abacus. No one was Idiot, will not see this situation.

Ian, I believe you are also a smart person, otherwise you will not start this kind of business. You should see that Britain has actually lost this war. Now my friends and I are discussing how to end this war decently. "Sir Fay put down the teacup.

"I also love this country, and I have fought for him for half my life. I dedicated the most precious time of my life to the empire and the king. But now, I really don’t see any reason for us to continue fighting. The Germans’ Powerful and obvious, the army and navy will only continue to go from one failure to another. The Air Force’s Doudin is a fool, and sooner or later someone will calculate the ledger with him. During the war, the group of guys in the cabinet can’t come up with any way, just constantly. Use a lie to cover up another lie. We do have thousands of troops, but they are far away in various colonies, and now there are only a bunch of rookies who have just learned to shoot and old people who can’t recognize the ligatures. Weak and sick. They will only lose their lives in vain, and they can't turn things around.

Churchill ordered the two infantry divisions stationed in Scotland to move closer to London, but the other has not yet given a reply. The Scots are already unreliable, and they are said to be in private contact with the Germans. This may just be nonsense, but I think it is not without possibility. "Sir Faye picked up the teapot and continued with a cup of black tea, and then put a few pieces of sugar cubes into the teacup like a vent.

"You also saw that the group of guys dug trenches in Hyde Park, preparing to build an artillery position there. That's Hyde Park, not anyone's backyard! The British Empire has already fallen to this point. Churchill is still delusional from Americans get aid, like the last war, Americans will once again save the British Empire. Does he think Americans are merciful saints? They want much more than we think. Tell you Ian, Churchill Prepare to use the territory of the British Empire to exchange weapons with the Americans, but this is a secret. Never pass it on." Sir Faye lowered his body and lowered his voice to Ian.

"Really? I have heard of this before, and always thought it was the rumors compiled by the Liberal Party. Is this really the case?" Ian opened his eyes and looked at Fay.

"Of course, he was going to use the British islands on the Atlantic Ocean to exchange warships for Americans. This is what Lord Lloyd told me personally. He was the Minister of Colonial Affairs, and Churchill once asked him personally for advice." Sir Fay pressed down. The voice said.

"This is really unacceptable. This is to betray the empire. Didn't the other ministers in the cabinet object to it during the war?" Ian put down the stationery and asked the Jazz angrily.

"Does it work? That's Churchill. No one can change his decision, even God can't." Faye struck the coffee table hard. "Those people were originally his followers. How dare they express their objections. They dare not announce the matter to the House of Lords, not to mention the members of the House of Commons. Churchill wanted to announce the news after the transaction was completed. There are solutions for Churchill to cook mature rice."

"So how many warships would the Americans promise to change?" Ian asked, frowning.

"I don't know about this. I'm going to ask Churchill himself. Foreign Minister Halifax should know, but his mouth is tight and it is difficult to get any news from him."

"Their tone is really tight. The London newspapers did not publish the news of the German landing, and the citizens of London still knew nothing about it." Ian said with a sneer with a sneer.

"Useless, the news will soon spread, the Scottish brigade has begun to open the defense line outside the city, this kind of news can't hide people for a long time, if I try to leave the city as soon as possible, up to two days or even a day, here It will be a mess." Fay got up and walked to the desk, opened the drawer and took out a wooden box.

"There is a letter of appointment. It was personally signed by Attlee and appointed me as the Special Envoy to the Straits Settlements. When necessary, he will visit the Southeast Asian colonies on behalf of His Majesty the King."

"Are you going to leave? At this time?"

"No, no, this is an amulet. With this thing, I can get out of this mess at any time." Fay put the box back in the drawer and sat back on the sofa. (To be continued.)