There was a volley of gunfire not far away. Baron Ironside stopped and turned his head to look north of the street, recognizing that the gunfire seemed to come from Trafalgar Square. ⊙,

"Don't touch me, do you know what you are doing? Lieutenant." The Chief of Staff of the British Empire glared at the Lieutenant of the Guards behind him. The idiot just pushed himself.

"Shut up, you traitor, you should shoot with your running dogs in front of the statue of Nelson." The Lieutenant of the Guards once again shoved the Field Marshal's back.

"Hurry up, don't bother." The soldiers on the side scolded and raised the stock.

"You will regret your life for what you did." Ironside patted the front of the military uniform and walked to King Charles Avenue two blocks away under the **** of the soldiers.

This Spartan-style building was originally the building of the Ministry of Finance of the Empire, just next to the Whitehall Avenue, directly opposite the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Empire. During World War I, the basement of this building was converted into a solid underground shelter. Ismay walked anxiously through the sultry aisle. He did not know why Churchill suddenly moved out of the 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, a lot of people stood in the corridor at this time, waiting to be summoned by the Prime Minister. Ismay has identified several undersecretaries of the Ministry of Finance, the staff of the Royal Navy Liaison Office and members of Churchill’s secretary.

The guards inside and outside the shelter have all been replaced by soldiers of the Royal Guard. Ismay looked at the armband of the guard in front of the gate. The two soldiers belonged to the Guards Grenadier Regiment.

"The Prime Minister is waiting for you, Lord General." A guard sergeant sat behind a small desk at the door and said coldly to Ismay.

"Please hand over your accompanying gun."

"You are crazy, sergeant." Ismay pulled out his runner from the waist holster, and patted it **** the table.

"I don't know why you are angry, General. We are trying to save this country just like you." The sergeant took Ismail's pistol and opened the barrel to check it. Put it in the side drawer.

"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 without a word for a few seconds, then turned around and walked into the door of Churchill's office.

The scene in the office was beyond Ismay's expectations. A large map table was now placed on the original desk in the middle. A lot of iron file boxes are stacked next to the bookshelves on both sides, and a lot of blank recording paper and forms are scattered on the ground. Churchill was standing behind the map table, holding his desk and looking down at the map. His military advisory team and war office staff stood beside him in a circle.

"You just came, Hastings. My friend. I'm so happy to see you safe and sound." Churchill looked up and saw Ismay standing at the door. He happily addressed his chief of staff. Say hello.

"Winston, why did you bring the command back here, and now you can clearly see the German soldiers on the other side of the parliament building upstairs." Ismay stepped forward and said frowning to Churchill .

"It's much safer than that new bunker. It's full of spies and treasoners. They want to kill me there, with bombs and poison gas. My sense of smell is very sensitive. Every inch of space in that bunker is filled with conspiracy. Breath." Churchill pushed away Douding beside him. Walking to the long table by the wall, some small snacks, bacon rolls and dozens of whiskey bottles are now 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 thanks, you know I don't drink before lunch."

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

"The best medicines to add brain power are food and alcohol. This is my exclusive recipe. With this, I can persevere to fight the whole war." Churchill walked back to the map table and said to Ismay.

"Hastings, I made up my mind. I stayed here and went nowhere until the British won the final victory, or the German soldiers rushed in and killed me."

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

"I know what you have to say, dear Hastings. For our friendship, I beg you not to say it. We have not failed completely. The Royal Guardian assured me that they can guard Westminster. At least forty-eight hours, then General Gerz’s legion could launch an attack on the side of the Germans. The German forces were scattered around the periphery of the city, and we had an absolute advantage in local areas.

The railway from Birmingham to London is still open, and Douding assured me that the Air Force can pull out two wing fighters to provide air cover for the Gerze’s legion. We have great control to break through the German defense line and open up the connection between London and the outside world. .

Our goal is to drag the Germans into the last battle of attrition they want to see. In order to achieve this goal, I will not hesitate to pay any price. We still have a large number of overseas troops that can be mobilized, and we can also get assistance from our allies. As long as we have firm beliefs, we can fight this war until the Germans kneel to admit defeat. "Churchill took another sip of whiskey and put the empty glass on the map table."

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

"There is no Corps of Gertz at all, there is no army of Birmingham. Winston, you have been deceived. Gertz has only assembled two soldiers from the infantry battalion, and he can't counterattack London."

"This is not possible. I signed the munitions deployment sheet a week ago. There are more than 60,000 local military officers and soldiers there. I also read the roster of commanders and...oh my god." Churchill held his hand Holding the map table, he pressed his forehead with one hand.

"I'm really stupid. Of course it's all illusions. I'm still convinced that this group of **** traitors, traitors!" Churchill lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

"Doudin, Ismay, Fliz, and Colonel Jacob remain. The others go out..."

Ismay and Doudin and the two deputies of the War Department stayed, and all other staff officers hurriedly left the office. As the sound of the iron door closing and locking sounded, Churchill gave the most angry roar since the war.

"The Army Staff deceived me! How dare these cowards dare to do this! I know that the members of Parliament are unreliable, and many people are communicating with the Germans. I want to keep their status and power. I know the bankers and Businessmen are unreliable. They want to trade with the Germans for the benefit of the resources they have in their hands. I know that the factory owners and entrepreneurs are also unreliable. They are very practical economic animals. In order to protect their factories, they are even willing to Work with the devil.

The chief of staff of the empire and some members of the army staff conspired to rebel. I only thought that this involved only a small number of senior officers. I can understand their thoughts. These cowards have been scared by the Germans.

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

They only know how to embezzle their duties, take advantage of the empire, and put the wealth of the country in their pockets. These officers are not worthy of wearing this glorious uniform. These people are as dirty as the dirt between the toes of the Zulu. The moss on the London sewer wall is a thousand times cleaner than they are.

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 Stalin did. "Churchill's roar echoed in this office, even through the bulletproof iron door to the outside corridor.

The officers and public servants who were waiting to be summoned outside the door looked sad. They already knew the reason for the prime minister's anger, and some people began to figure out what to look for to get out of here. The soldiers of the Guards were also embarrassed, and they did not expect that the words of the Empire Prime Minister were so vicious, and such vulgar statements.

At the same time, in the War Department building not far from Churchill's shelter. A secret meeting is starting.

"Churchill has no value anymore. His Royal Highness, why should he be pushed to the stage." Sir Donald Somerville said respectfully to the middle-aged officer sitting on the main seat.

"We have to find someone to take responsibility for, and this account can finally be pushed onto the madman. And we can take away the final benefits with peace of mind. Rest assured, Churchill will not live to see the end of the war. "His Highness Prince Henry, Duke of Gloucester, British Empire, slowly picked up the teacup in his hand and took a sip of black tea with milk and honey.

"So there is Your Majesty..." Aideli, Minister of Palm Seals, asked aside.

"He?" Henry Albert put down the teacup with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"His opinion is irrelevant. Do you think he has the right to continue to sit on this throne? If it wasn't for the eldest brother to be abdicated by the **** Baldwin, where could he have the chance to sit on the throne of the King of England. Look, he is here What did you do in the past few years? Follow the advice of those war lunatics without any opinion. Blindly agree to declare war on Germany and bring the British Empire into this disastrous war.

After the war, the man had no idea and full support for the eccentric Churchill, and gave up all the power belonging to the royal family. His incompetence has caused serious damage to the British Empire. At this moment of crisis, there must be a member of the royal family to stand up and save the empire to ensure the Windsor dynasty... No, the Saxony-Coburg-Gotha dynasty continues Continuing, this is an obligation given to me by my ancestors, and now only I can complete 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 one by one to the cabinet royal advisers present.

"Now I have command of the entire Royal Guards Division. The entire Westminster is under my control. My troops can probably guard here for a long time. The time is very urgent. We will be in the Germans. Before capturing this place, eliminate all forces and groups that may hinder our plan.

This is a draft agreement negotiated with the German army. I need everyone to put forward their opinions. If the plan goes well, I will negotiate with Germany on behalf of the British royal family and the government. If there are no surprises, everyone here will be a member of the new cabinet of the British Empire. "

"George VI must abdicate after the war. The most qualified person to succeed the throne is you, His Royal Highness Prince Henry. We will do our best to promote this work. All British people will know that you are still trying to save Britain at the last minute. Empire, war and suffering will leave, 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 empire's chief minister, shouted.

"God bless me!" The ministers and parliamentarians stood up and bowed to Prince Henry.

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