Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 194: Chaos in the Imperial Capital (4)

. "We can only kill time like this? Mr. Scott. Net" Sir Harrison put the card in his hand on the table, took a few from the stack of banknotes, counted and placed the card Middle of the table.

There are now dozens of pound notes and some fifty shilling coins. It’s not a small bet for a round of cards, but for these participants, it’s not even a big bet. what.

"Don't worry, Mr. Sir, everything is going according to our plan. There will be no omissions." Scott flipped through his cards and drew out a few notes and placed them in the middle of the table.

"I'm not following." Dr. Sever closed his card. This respected scholar is a well-known London investment consultant.

"I’m not following either. The London Association of Banks and the National Savings Council have reached a consensus that they are not willing to pay for this stupid war anymore. Now it’s time for them to make a choice. Obviously these No one is a fool." Lord Cloud threw down the card in his hand, took the whisky glass in front of him and drank it, then took the crystal bottle on the table next to him and filled himself with another glass.

"Listen? What's the sound?" There was a series of thunderous dull noises above his head, and Dr. Sever swore that he felt his seat tremble.

"That's the subway for transporting supplies. Don't worry, the Germans won't bomb the city center. We are in a safe situation. Okay, let's open the card. I have three nines in a pair." Mr. Scott flipped over. Got his own hole cards.

"Well, you won. You are a lucky guy." Sir Harrison turned over his cards. He only had two 6s and a pair of j.

"Now the National Bank is clinging to its reserves and does not allow anyone to intervene. Like us, they ignored Churchill's orders. The madman thought he was God. The earth must follow his baton." Harry Sir Sen picked up the cigar in his hand and took a hard sip.

"One more?" Scott asked.

"No, let's take a break." Lord Crowder poured another glass of whiskey and let out a sigh of alcohol contentedly.

"If the Germans cannot be satisfied, everyone will not be well. I remind everyone that this must be kept in mind." Scott sorted out the penny coins and put them together.

"This city has concentrated the essence and wealth of the entire British Empire. How could the Germans be dissatisfied." Dr. Sever took a sip of his soda and continued.

"Sir Wood and Dalton discussed this with me at dinner two days ago. They are under a lot of pressure. If there is a problem with the plan, no one will let them go."

"Of course no one will let them go. We will end up with these two wastes without the Germans. We can't even do things within the scope of power, so what qualifications do they have to continue to live? "Lord Claude paused the wine glass heavily on the table.

"This involves precious metals, foreign currency, national debt, stocks, overseas investment, real estate, etc., etc., which are reserved by the state treasury. This is an astronomical figure. The Germans will never kill Britain. They are not idiots, they must Will take action to protect the value of the pound, no one hopes after spending so much effort. The end is a pile of waste paper." Sir Harrison dusted the soot and stuffed the cigar into his mouth.

"We have tried our best, and the only thing left is to see God’s arrangement. Our purpose is only one point. In any case, we can’t let those lunatics transfer London assets. Want to give our money to the rude group on the other side American upstarts, continue this stupid war? They are just daydreaming." Scott sorted out the poker and put it back in the card box on the table.

"How long do we need to hold on?" Lord Claude asked.

"According to my estimate, at most forty-eight hours." Scoot picked up a cigarette and held it in his mouth. Raised his arms and stretched out.

"Your Excellency, according to your request, all are here." First Secretary of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs Richard Cliffs put his briefcase on the sofa in the living room.

"Sit down. Richard, wait for me to deal with this." The Foreign Secretary, Lord Halifax, Edward Wood was working **** a report behind his desk.

"How is the situation outside?" Lord Halifax asked casually.

"The situation is terrible. There are too many rumors in the market, and people are a little at a loss." Cliffs replied respectfully.

"The Chief of Staff of the Army proposed full military control. How could he get so many troops. Mr. Interior Secretary also proposed that the government withdraw to Birmingham, but he was worried about being intercepted by the Luftwaffe on the way." Edward Wood I signed the name at the end of the report, read the whole text, and felt that there were no errors or omissions, then folded the document and put it in a crisp envelope.

"In fact, most people in the cabinet know very well that this war is over." Wood opened the drawer on the side of the desk and took out a wooden box from it.

"Eight months ago, they were still full of confidence that the British Empire would surely win this war, just like the last time, let the Germans regret their stupid decision for life." The foreign minister opened the wooden box and read from A half of the candle was taken out, and he took a box of matches from the tabletop and lit the scorched candle wick.

"I always thought that Chamberlain’s judgment was correct. Unfortunately, no one believed that the people in the parliament were all clamoring for war like a demon. They believed that the British Empire would be able to give the arrogant German one more time. Lesson." Wood took out a silver spoon from the wooden box, added a few cut fire lacquer particles to it, and then took the spoon and heated it on the candle.

"They ousted Chamberlain and put the madman in the prime ministerial position. At that time, we could still turn around and mediate with the Germans. After all, it was not a British war from beginning to end. "The red lacquer has melted, shining like a gem in the light.

"At the Battle of Dunkirk, we still had room for maneuver at that time. Hitler threw an olive branch at us more than once. But Churchill was firmly opposed to negotiating with the Germans. He wanted to fight the Germans to the end. As a result, 400,000 imperial soldiers The main force of the local fleet was ruined by this bastard.

I must perform my duties. This is my mission. As the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the British Empire, whether it is law or morality, I must obey the decision of the war cabinet. I can't oppose Churchill. I only have the power to persuade him, but the man's character is so stubborn that he can't listen to any suggestions that don't suit him.

I have tried to submit my resignation several times, but I rejected it every time because I love this country. At this time, I absolutely cannot choose to escape. "Wood carefully dropped the melted varnish on the hinge of the envelope.

"After the defeat of Dunkirk, we have actually lost the possibility of victory. At that time, another opportunity was placed in front of us. Hitler suddenly died. Although I don't know the specific situation. But it must be with the new head of state. It doesn't matter.

At that time, if we express goodwill to the new head of state who is still busy changing power, then it is very likely that he will be willing to sign a mutually satisfactory truce agreement with the United Kingdom so that the British Empire can A decent exit from this hopeless war. "Wood took out his heraldic seal from the wooden box and pressed it firmly on the lacquer that was about to solidify.

"But Churchill objected again. He felt that this would damage his authority and reputation. What did he say at the time? The British Empire would never make peace with an evil dictator. Funny, he is different now. A dictator, look at his performance. Who would think he is not evil." Wood put the envelope aside and began to pick up the things on the table.

"Now is the time for us to make a decision. We must save this country, not from the Germans. But from the hands of the lunatic Churchill, to save our British Empire. This man is completely mad, he Is destroying everything we vowed to defend.

The British people are tired of the war and everything related to this stupid war. They want food and clothing every day. Hard work can be fairly rewarded. They want to be reunited with their families, and they want their children to stop being frightened. They want to buy gifts for their wives and daughters, take their pet dogs for a walk in the park as usual, and use broken biscuits to feed the swans in Lake St. Yom and the pigeons in Hyde Park without being arrested by the police. "Wood stood up, walked over to the sofa and sat down.

"Britain needs peace. Although we have lost many opportunities, I have never given up our efforts. Now, this is our last opportunity and we must firmly grasp it." Wood opened the official document on the sofa I took out a few files from the package and checked it.

"All the originals are here. They only took copies. They also want us to hand over the internal files for the past two years. I said that I have to ask you before replying." Cliffs replied respectfully He is full of admiration for this boss.

"Move all the documents and archives to a safe place, claiming to the public that we have destroyed them all by ourselves." Wood put the documents back in his briefcase.

"Yes, Your Minister."

"Be sure to keep it confidential, and don’t let anyone know that these documents are with me~IndoMTL.com~The distant relative of Churchill has been frustrated. He will never allow these secret agreements and diplomatic letters to fall into the hands of the Germans. And this is precisely the best gift we showed to the German head of state." Closing the document bag, Wood stood up and walked to the window sill.

The Minister of Foreign Affairs drew open the thick velvet curtains, and the summer sun shone on his face, making him unable to open his eyes.

"Cliffs, we still have a future. I firmly believe that as long as the sun still rises, the British Empire will not perish." Wood closed his eyes and felt the warm sun shining on his face. Taking a deep breath, tears flowed slowly down his cheeks.

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