Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 208: The destruction of the empire (4)

. There was a burst of gunfire not far away. Baron Ironside stopped, turned his head and looked to the north of the street, and distinguished that the gunfire seemed to come from Trafalgar Square. Net

"Don't touch me, do you know what you are doing? Ensign." The chief of the British Empire's general staff glared at the ensign of the Guards behind him. This idiot actually pushed himself a moment ago.

"Shut up, you traitor, you should be shot in front of Nelson's statue with your lackeys." The ensign of the Guards shoved the Field Marshal's back again.

"Quickly go, don't dare." The soldier on the side scolded, and raised the **** of the rifle in a gesture.

"You will regret what you have done for life." Ironside patted the front of the uniform and walked towards King Charles Street two blocks away under the **** of the soldiers.

This Spartan-style building was originally the building of the Imperial Treasury Department, just next to Whitehall Avenue and directly opposite the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs. During World War I, the basement of this building was converted into a strong underground shelter. Ismay walked through the sweltering aisle anxiously. He didn't know why Churchill suddenly moved out of the brand-new bunker and chose to move into this old shelter. Now this narrow bunker is full of soldiers and staff, and many departments have to work in the upper office of the building without any protection.

Walking to the door of Churchill's personal office, many people stood in the corridor at this time, all waiting to be summoned by the prime minister. Ismay recognized several undersecretaries of the Ministry of Finance, the staff of the Royal Navy Liaison Office, and Churchill's secretarial staff.

The guards inside and outside this shelter have all been replaced by Royal Guardsmen. Ismay looked at the armbands of the guards in front of the door. These two soldiers belonged to the Grenadier Guards.

"The Prime Minister is waiting for you, Lord General." A sergeant of the Guards, sitting behind a small desk in the doorway, said coldly to Ismay.

"Please hand over your accompanying gun."

"You are really crazy, sergeant." Ismay angrily took out his runner from her waist holster, and slapped it **** the table.

"I don't know why you are angry, General. We are trying our best to save this country like you." The sergeant picked up Ismay's pistol, opened the chamber and checked it, and put it in a drawer on the side. .

"You can go in, General." The guard in front of the door opened the bulletproof iron door of the office. Ismay looked at the sergeant for a few seconds without saying a word, then turned and walked into Churchill's office door.

The scene in the office was beyond Ismay’s expectation. There is now a huge map table on the original desk in the middle. There are many iron file boxes stacked beside the bookshelves on both sides, scattered on the ground. Lots of blank recording papers and forms. Churchill was standing behind the map table, looking down at the map with his hands on the desktop, his military advisory team and the war office staff stood in a circle beside him.

"You came just right. Hastings, my friend. I am so happy to see that you are safe." Churchill raised his head and saw Ismay standing at the door. He happily told him Greeted the chief of staff.

"Winston, why did you move the headquarters back here? Now you can clearly see the German soldiers on the other side from the upper floor of the Parliament building." Ismay stepped forward, and he frowned. Said to Churchill.

"This place is much safer than the new bunker. It is full of spies and traitors. They want to kill me there, using bombs and poison gas. My sense of smell is very sensitive, and every inch of space in that bunker is filled With the breath of conspiracy." Churchill pushed Dowding beside him and walked to the long table by the wall. Now there are some small snacks, bacon rolls and dozens of whiskey bottles on it.

"Don't worry. Hastings, fortunately the royal family is still standing behind me, the situation has been controlled by me." Churchill poured a glass of whiskey and handed it to Hastings.

"No, thank you. You know I don't drink before lunch."

"It's a shame, you can't change this habit." Churchill took a sip of wine and then threw a cold meal meat roll into his mouth. Chewed hard.

"The best drugs to replenish brainpower are food and alcohol. This is my exclusive secret recipe. I can continue to fight a complete war with this." Churchill walked back to the map table and said to Ismay.

"Hastings, I have made up my mind. I will stay here and go nowhere until the UK wins the final victory, or the German soldiers rush in and kill me."

"Winston, I want to make a suggestion." Ismay said earnestly.

"I know what you are going to say, dear Hastings, for the sake of our friendship, I beg you not to say it. We have not completely failed. The Royal Guards assured me that they can guard the Sith The Minster area was at least forty-eight hours. At that time, General Geertz’s army could launch an attack on the side of the Germans. German troops were scattered around the entire city. In some areas, we had an absolute advantage in military strength.

The railway from Birmingham to London is still open. Dowding assured me that the Air Force can draw out two wing fighters to provide air cover for Geerz’s regiment. We are very sure to break through the German line of defense and open up London and External links.

Our goal is to drag the Germans into the war of attrition that they least want to see. In order to achieve this goal, I will not hesitate to pay no matter how high the price is. We still have a large number of overseas troops to mobilize, and we can also obtain assistance from our allies. As long as we have a firm belief, we can fight the war until the Germans kneel and concede defeat. Churchill took another sip of whiskey and put the empty glass on the map table.

"But... don't you know? God!" Ismay said loudly to Churchill.

"There is no Geertz army at all, no Birmingham army. Winston, you have been deceived. Geerz has only assembled two infantry battalions so far. It is impossible for him to attack London. Counterattack."

"It's impossible. I signed the munitions distribution list a week ago. There are already more than 60,000 local officers and soldiers gathered there. I also looked through the roster of commanders and... Oh, my god. "Churchill held the map table with one hand and held his forehead with one hand.

"I'm so stupid. Of course it's all an illusion. I still believe in these **** traitors. Traitors!" Churchill lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

"Dowding, Ismay, Frieze, and Colonel Jacob stayed behind, and the others went out..."

Ismay and Dowding and the two war department adjutants stayed, and the other staff officers all hurriedly left the office. With the sound of the iron gate being closed and locked, Churchill let out the most angry roar since the war began.

"The Army Staff deceived me! How dare these cowards dare to do this! I know that members of the parliament are unreliable, and many people are exchanging money with the Germans, trying to keep their status and power. I know Bankers and businessmen are unreliable. They want to make deals with the Germans and profit from the resources they have at their disposal. I know that the factory owners and entrepreneurs are also unreliable. They are all very practical economic animals. In order to keep them. The factory is even willing to cooperate with the devil.

The chief of staff of the Empire and some people in the army staff conspired to rebel. I only thought that this involved only a small group of senior officers. I can understand their thinking. These cowards have been scared by the Germans.

I just issued execution orders for fifteen generals, and now it seems that this is not enough! The army has completely rotted, from head to toe. No wonder we continue to fail because we have a group of army officers who are incompetent, timid, who know nothing but eat and make feces!

They only know how to corrupt their duties and take advantage of the empire. Put the wealth of the country in your trouser pocket. These officers are not worthy of wearing this glorious uniform. These people are as dirty as the dirt between the Zulu's toes, and the moss on the London sewer wall is a thousand times cleaner than them.

Because of their incompetence, countless elite soldiers of the empire were sent to hell. I should have shot all the generals of the army, just like that Stalin did. "Churchill's roar echoed in this office, and even passed through the bulletproof iron door to the corridor outside.

The officers and civil servants waiting outside the door looked sad. They already knew the reason for the Prime Minister's anger. Some people began to figure out what reason to find to get out of here. The soldiers of the Guards were also embarrassed. They did not expect that the words of the Imperial Prime Minister were so vicious and the words were so vulgar.

And at the same time. A secret meeting is taking place in the War Department building not far from Churchill’s shelter.

"Churchill has no value anymore. Your Royal Highness, why should you push him to the stage?" Sir Donald Somerville said respectfully to the middle-aged officer sitting on the main seat.

"We must find someone to be responsible. In the end, all the accounts can be pushed to the head of this lunatic, and we can take away the final benefits with peace of mind. Don't worry, Churchill will not live to see the end of the war. At that moment.” His Royal Highness Prince Henry, Duke of Gloucester, slowly picked up the tea cup in his hand and took a sip of black tea with milk and honey.

"Then your Majesty..." Attlee, the Minister of Seal of the Seal, asked from the side.

"He?" Henry Albert put down his teacup, his mouth sneered.

"His opinion doesn’t matter at all. Do you think he still has the right to sit on this throne? If it weren’t for his eldest brother being forced to abdicate by the **** Baldwin, how could he have a chance to sit on the throne of the English king. Look, What has he done in the past few years? He obeyed the advice of those war lunatics blindly, and blindly agreed to declare war on Germany, bringing the British Empire into this disastrous war.

After the war, this man unintentionally supported the madman Churchill and gave up all the power that belonged to the royal family. His incompetence has already caused serious harm to the British Empire. At this moment of crisis, a member of the royal family must stand up to clean up the situation, save the empire and guarantee the Windsor dynasty. . . No, the Saxe-Coburg-Gotha dynasty continues. This is an obligation entrusted to me by my ancestors, and now only I can fulfill it. "

Prince Henry opened the folder in front of him, picked up a stack of documents, the adjutant on the side took the documents, and then distributed them to the cabinet royal advisers one by one.

"Now I have the command of the entire Royal Guards Division, and the entire Westminster is under my control. My troops can probably guard here for half a day. Time is tight. We are very short. Before the Germans fall here~IndoMTL.com~ eliminate all forces and groups that may hinder our plan.

This is a draft agreement negotiated with the German army. I need everyone’s opinions. If the plan goes well, I will start negotiations with Germany on behalf of the British royal family and government. If there is no surprise, everyone here will be a member of the new cabinet of the British Empire. "

"George VI must abdicate after the war. At present, the most qualified person to inherit the throne is you, Prince Henry. We will do our best to promote this work. All British people will know that you are still there at the last minute. Try to save the British Empire, war and suffering will go away, and you will be crowned king." Attlee stood up and bowed his head respectfully.

"God bless my king, it is for Henry IX." Lord Cranborn, the chief accountant of the Empire shouted.

"God bless my king!" The ministers and councillors all stood up and bowed to greet Prince Henry.

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