Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 144: Afternoon tea

"It's raining heavily." Sir Strykfay looked at the street downstairs. The City Defense Command seemed to be preparing to build a barricade on the street in front of the hotel. Several Army soldiers in tawny uniforms A wooden roadblock is being unloaded from a truck.

Looking up, on the empty lawn of Hyde Park across the road, a row of tents has now been set up. A group of engineers are waving their shovels in the rain. A long truck parked beside the original leisure trail. The canvas shed is tightly covered, and I don't know what is installed.

"It is true, Sir. The Royal Naval Meteorological Service’s predictions can’t be wrong. The British Empire’s technological capabilities are still ahead of the rest of the world." On the sofa in the living room sat a young man, reclining lazily. On the thick backrest covered with green velvet, he held a copy of the Times of the day in his hand.

"The National Self-Defense Forces were all mobs, and 3.7 million pounds were thrown into the water for nothing. They are still asking for more investment. This group of incompetent wastes only knows to stare at the wealth in the imperial treasury. He doesn't care about the future of the empire at all." Sir Faye closed the window and drew the curtains hard.

"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 and prepared to defend The empire is fighting against the king." The young man threw the newspaper in his hand onto the coffee table.

"Don't pay attention to those things in the newspaper. This is for the ordinary British public. Now we need to stabilize people's hearts." Faye walked to the door and turned on the light switch. The light suddenly illuminated the room.

"The Canadians just assembled at the pier and made a gesture for the people in their country. The Canadians demanded that the Empire return the five destroyers and two light cruisers that they had previously requisitioned. The reason was that they lacked **** ships. The fire robbery, they knew that half of those ships had been lost in the previous naval battle. These greedy Canadians just took a fancy to the empire’s assets in North America. The cabinet saw through the tricks of these Canadians and has instructed the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. They clearly rejected their request and stated that the Royal Navy would deploy an **** fleet to ensure their safety." Faye walked to the desk in the corner of the meeting room. Picked up the handset of the desk phone.

"This is Faye. Give me a pot of black tea. What's the snack for today? Okay, please send one each." Put down the phone. Jazz picked up three or four envelopes from the desk. He put the envelopes on the coffee table, and then sat down on the solo sofa opposite the young man.

"This is the list you want. This is an order from Lord Harrison and Sir Geertz. He is busy taking over an infantry regiment at Birmingham Barracks. You'd better give him an answer as soon as possible, this Scotland People are troublesome." Sir Fay opened the humidor on the small table next to him and took out two cigars from it.

"I know you are in trouble now, but I also need to maintain my own relationship. Although these people have little authority, they are all very useful." Faye handed the cigar in his hand to the young man.

"Well, you know I need to take a big risk. If some people in the Interior Department know, we will have a lot of trouble." The young man opened an envelope. Take out the files inside and read them carefully.

"I know you can do it, Bruce." Sir Fay picked up the delicate lighter on the table and lit himself a cigar.

"At noon today, you attended the emergency meeting of the cabinet during the war. What was the outcome of the discussion? What new plans do you have for the current situation?" Ian Bruce put the papers on the table and accepted the fee. The lighter Yi handed over lit his cigar.

"What else is there to plan? That man is completely crazy, he lives in his own world of imagination." Fay spit out a smoke ball, then waved to break it up.

"Be careful, Sir, you are talking about the Prime Minister of the British Empire." Ian lit his 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 his cigar to the paper on the table. "How did you feel after watching it? Is it difficult?"

"There should be no problem. I have a reliable channel and will not disappoint you. I promise." Ian bit the cigar in the corner of his mouth and opened another envelope.

"By the way, I talked about the noon meeting, how did it go?"

"At this time, the guys have been busy shirking responsibility. No one is willing to be responsible for the previous mistakes. The Germans have been on the ground for a day and night, and the cabinet did not know anything about it during the war. It’s an unprecedented scandal. If the public knows, someone will lose their heads, and the cabinet may even fall in wartime. At least one or two people must stand up and take responsibility. It will be difficult for the prime minister to continue to sit in his place. Go down." Sir Fay rested his elbow on the armrest and stroked his gray hair at the temples.

"It's impossible for him to resign, so what?" Ian looked up at Jazz.

"So the cabinet decided during the war that the truth of this matter must be covered up. They issued a password to all those who knew the inside story, prohibiting anyone from revealing relevant information to the outside world, and prohibiting anyone from discussing this matter. Otherwise, they will all be dealt with as treason. They originally planned to make a scapegoat and put all the blame on that person. At the beginning, they chose the hapless Mason. In the end, it would be halfway through. The lieutenant admiral made a surrender. One trick, I don’t know if it’s true or not. Anyway, Dover is sure that it has fallen. Only the Germans know what happened there. Now the cabinet is very passive during the war. They are going to have another cabinet meeting in the evening, and they don’t know they will discuss it. What results come out."

"Then just leave the Germans alone, they didn't come up with a plan of war?" Ian turned over a piece of letter paper and began to read the second page.

"So I said Churchill was crazy, he thought he could win this war. You know..." There was a knock on the door outside the parlor, Fay was taken aback, and then stood up. .

"Maybe the black tea I ordered is here, wait a minute." Faye walked out of the living room to open the door, and soon led a restaurant waiter back.

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

"Understood, 8 o'clock in the evening. I am glad to serve you, sir." The waiter pushed the dining trolley to the side of the coffee table, put the refreshments and tea sets on the dining trolley on the table, and then paid tribute to Faye and Ian. , Turned around and left the reception room quickly.

"Oh. Where did you go? By the way, the Prime Minister's plan." Faye picked up the teapot from the dining car, opened the lid and looked at it.

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

"When this business is concluded, you no longer have to worry about financial matters. You will become a rich man. It doesn't matter if you live in the Ritz Hotel every day." Ian took the teacup and put it in front of you. On his coffee table, he picked up the sugar bowl and put a sugar cube into the black tea.

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

"Yes, yes. My dear friend, I am very satisfied. So I will choose to continue working with you. After all, at this time, no one knows what will happen tomorrow, so we must do it for the future Be prepared, especially when it comes to wealth. I have served the British Empire long enough, and now it’s time to make plans for the rest of my life.” Sir Fay poured himself a cup of black tea and took the milk jug. I put a little condensed milk in the quilt, and then I picked up the tea spoon and started stirring.

"I have a deal here. The navy has settled it. 55,000 sets of leather suits, leather shoes with straps and high boots. The transport ship has just passed the Cape of Good Hope, all of which are produced in Galgota, India. First-class leather goods, the quality is absolutely reliable. I hope your buyers in Spain will give you a good price." After speaking, Sir raised an eyebrow at Ian.

"Or the old way?"

"Yes, I blame the German submarine for being too rampant, isn't it?" Faye picked up a shortbread and put it in his mouth, and said triumphantly to Ian.

"Damage to one or two cabins will not sink the ship. Anyway, the Empire has paid the full payment for this shipment. I will contact you there and give you a day's time to reply. I don't think there should be any problems." Ian inserted the letter paper in his hand into the envelope, and then picked up the third letter on the coffee table.

"I like to work with people like you. If it weren't for war, you would surely rise up."

"If there hadn't been this war. I wouldn't have started these businesses, nor would I have a chance to meet you, Sir." Ian answered with a smile.

"That's right. By the way, Churchill was mentioned earlier. Do you know what nonsense he said at the meeting?" Faye took a sip from his teacup.

"I said, Sir. He is the Prime Minister of the British Empire, a leader with perseverance and ability." Ian raised his legs and continued to flip the letter in his hand.

"Unexpectedly, you are still his admirer. I really can't tell. Well, Churchill was indeed strong and powerful, and possessed admirable wisdom and means, but these are all past tense. Now our Lord Prime Minister is already an incorrigible fanatic. He still thinks he is holding the British Empire back then. He doesn’t know that in fact, most of the people in the House of Lords are doing their little calculations. No one is an idiot and will not appear in this situation.

Ian, I believe you are also a smart person, otherwise you would 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 his teacup.

"I also love this country. I have fought for him for half of 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 strength of the Germans is obvious to all. The army and navy will only continue to fail from one failure to another. The Air Force’s Dowding is an idiot, and sooner or later someone will settle the ledger with him. During the war, the cabinet guys could not do anything about it. Will continue to 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 recognize ligatures. Incomplete old, weak, sick and disabled. They will only lose their lives in vain and can't reverse the situation at all.

Churchill ordered the two infantry divisions stationed in Scotland to move closer to London, but the other party has not yet given a reply. The Scots have become unreliable, and they are said to be in contact with the Germans in private. This may be just nonsense, but I think it is not impossible. "Sir Fay picked up the teapot and refilled a cup of black tea, then put a few sugar cubes into the cup like a vent.

"You have also seen the group of guys digging trenches in Hyde Park, preparing to build an artillery position there. That's Hyde Park, not someone's backyard. The British Empire has fallen to this point. Churchill is still thinking about it. With aid from the Americans, like the last war, the Americans will save the British Empire again. Does he think Americans are merciful saints? They want more than we thought. Tell you Ian , Churchill is going to use the territory of the British Empire to exchange weapons with the Americans. This is a secret and must not be passed on." Sir Faye lowered his body and said to Ian in a low voice.

"Really? I've heard about this before, and I always thought it was a rumor made up by the Liberal Party. Is this really the case?" Ian opened his eyes and looked at Faye.

"Of course, he is going to use the British islands in the Atlantic Ocean to exchange warships with the Americans. This is what Lord Lloyd said to me himself. He is the Secretary of Colonial Affairs and Churchill personally asked him for advice." Sir Yi said in a low voice.

"This is really unacceptable. This is betraying the empire. Didn't the other ministers in the cabinet during the war oppose this?" Ian put down the letter, and he asked the Lord angrily.

"Will it work? That's Churchill. No one can change his decision, not even God." Fay knocked **** the coffee table. "Those people were originally his followers, so how dare they express their opposition. They still dare not announce this matter to the House of Lords, let alone the members of the House of Commons. Churchill wants to announce the news after the transaction is completed. Cooking mature rice, Churchill has a solution."

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

"I don’t know about this~IndoMTL.com~ I’m going to ask Churchill himself, the Foreign Secretary Halifax should know, but his mouth is very tight and it’s difficult to get any news from him."

"Their tone is indeed very tight. The London newspapers have not published the news of the German landing at all, and the citizens of London still know nothing about it." Ian said with a sneer with his lips turned.

"It’s useless. The news will spread out soon. The Scottish brigade has begun to pull out of the defense line outside the city. This kind of news can’t be kept for long. If you think of a way to leave the city as soon as possible, even two days at most. One day, it will be a mess here." Faye stood up, walked to the desk, opened the drawer and took out a wooden box from the inside.

"There is an appointment letter here. I was personally signed by Attlee and appointed me as the special envoy to the Straits Settlements. When necessary, I will tour the Southeast Asian colonies on behalf of His Majesty the King."

"Are you leaving? At this time?"

"No, no, no, this is a talisman. 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.

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