As a good son-in-law, Alan Wilson did not forget to advise his father-in-law even though he was halfway across the world. The message on the telegram was simply not to give up hope. Whether it is Kashmir or Hyderabad, neither majesty nor coordination can solve it. question.

"If nothing else, you'll come back without success, but as long as you do your best to have a clear conscience. I'm sure there's no chance of London blaming you. It's not an easy job."

Not surprisingly, Mountbatten's trip to Kashmir was unsuccessful, and he persuaded the Maharaja to agree to annex Pakistan, but to no avail. For this reason, some Pakistanis saw that Mountbatten did not succeed in persuading the prince of Kashmir to merge into Pakistan, and they thought he was deliberately biased towards India; similarly, many Indians also complained that Mountbatten did not persuade the Hyderabad state, which should be merged into India, to merge with India. into India, thinking he took care of Pakistan. So far, he doesn't want to take care of it anymore.

He didn't want to come to British India in the first place, but he was brought over by the cabinet's one-foot-high means. Now that he can't coordinate the results, then simply don't coordinate. It is more important to let India and Pakistan become independent.

No matter what remaining issues remain to be resolved, the independence of India and Pakistan cannot be delayed any longer. The independence dates of India and Pakistan were March 14 and March 15, seven months later than in history.

The British Indian colonial establishment united and bought precious time for the restoration of the British Empire. At this time, governments at all levels are allocating new rupees to everyone in the name of celebrating independence.

According to the plan, Mountbatten had to participate in the independence ceremony of the two countries to show fairness. At this moment, it is his greatest wish to spend these two Independence Days safely at all costs. As long as there are no clashes between the pacifists and the Hindus on those two days, and as long as there is no friction between the British and the locals, everything will be fine.

Since Pakistan became independent a little earlier, Mountbatten first went to Karachi to attend the independence ceremony of Pakistan, and then immediately returned to Delhi to attend the independence ceremony of India. Prior to this, Mountbatten arrived in Karachi by plane and drove to the government building. Mountbatten was on his way to the government building, and the crowd watching was much larger than when Jinnah arrived a few days earlier.

That night, Ali Jinnah held a grand banquet, not only to celebrate the independence of Pakistan, but also to welcome Mountbatten to Karachi. Mountbatten was not going to speak at first, but Jinnah politely asked the guests to say a few words after the toast. Mountbatten, on behalf of the British Empire, expressed his best wishes to Pakistan, which is about to become independent.

The rest of the time will wait until Pakistan's Independence Day comes. After participating in the Pakistani celebrations, he will return to New Delhi to participate in India's independence celebrations.

The biggest news in the world recently has naturally spread to Newfoundland, but Alan Wilson didn't disclose the news to the locals, and he didn't know it, because Newfoundland was also in a similar situation.

Alan Wilson, who was suffocating and uncomfortable, just talked a few words with Vivien Leigh and several actresses. It could be seen from his face that he was not in a very happy mood.

"Ellen, didn't you say it's a matter of time?" Vivien Leigh comforted softly, hoping that the man in a bad mood could calm down, "You've done your best for things over there, don't worry about it."

"Colonial independence is a historical trend, what's there to feel uncomfortable about?" Pauline Goldie didn't know Alan Wilson very well, so she blurted out, "Don't you feel ashamed in the UK?"

"You Americans don't feel ashamed, we have nothing to be ashamed of." In the face of the other three women's slightly changed, Alan Wilson directly exploded, "How about I make a bet with you, you will never see it in your life. The U.S. withdrew its troops from Japanese territory. Even now, Japan is just like a colony. It is ridiculous to say that it has a sense of morality in front of us. The most ridiculous thing in this world is the Americans. A reason that everyone thinks is hypocritical, and no one can lie and indulge in it."

"Do you think your American call for national self-determination has a sense of morality? That's because there are still a large number of people in the world who follow Britain and France. You, the United States, feel that you have strength, and you just want to poach."

"Ellen!" Vivien Leigh frowned and called softly, "Pauline doesn't understand this, it's not intentional."

"Beautiful lady, I'm sorry for the rudeness just now." Allenwell apologized softly, returning to his sanctimonious appearance, "If I were an American, I would do the same, Patriotic President. It's not a bad thing, what Miss Pauline just said makes perfect sense from an American perspective."

The independent will of British India has long been a consensus, and Alan Wilson is unavoidably disappointed and can only accept the reality. If he wants to change, he must start from the land under his feet.

First of all, we must work hard, and then talk about other things. Alan Wilson does it by himself. No matter how tired he is, he must first be satisfied with the women in front of him. First, he must make a schedule and separate the few women who live together.

"It hasn't been a long time, it seems that my body has become a lot stronger." Ingrid Bergman expressed with satisfaction, expressing her high praise for this varied reception. It's nice to be young.

"I recently trained as a lumberjack, and I'm very tired of logging." Alan Wilson, who was carrying his pants, glanced back at Ingrid Bergman, and said helplessly, "I know that you are in good shape, so you don't need to pose. Pay attention."

"You know you're afraid now? Didn't you have a lot of energy just now?" Ingrid Bergman gave Alan Wilson a white look, but she also began to put on her coat, and said with a bow of dissatisfaction, "It's red again, you make it so It's hard for me to explain."

Alan Wilson stretched out his hands and feet on a chair stuffed with fur, with a cigarette of his own in the corner of his curved mouth. Directly in Ingrid Bergman's eyes, praising Nordic hardware, "Actually, judging from Hitler's generalization of the appearance of a superior nation, only you people from northern and eastern Europe fit his description of blond hair and blue eyes. , the Germans don't have so many so-called superior national characteristics."

"Do you still know what the Germans think?" Ingrid Bergman was already dressed neatly, and there was no trace of the cloud and rain in the room. Then the two had another fight without leaving evidence, which was the end of the incident. one exchange.

"Prepare the food, they will be back soon." Alan Wilson got up and went to the kitchen, which was a whitewashed room. There were some prosciutto hanging from the rafters, potted flowers on the windowsill, guns hanging from the nails, and rare large cups, china and pewter utensils, and several portraits of Queen Victoria.

Bowls and spoons were set on a long and narrow wooden table, over which hung a bunch of onions; and on the side of the recessed fireplace, there were some spices.

In fact, it can be seen from this house that Newfoundland, which is somewhat isolated geographically, is worthy of the location of the paradise. If it weren't for the fact that many people participated in the world war, it would be like staying in an isolated space in the glory days of the British Empire.

He opened the window and leaned out. The sun is almost setting. The houses and windmills of the street were blurred and pale blue; farther away there was only a black wilderness; the smoke of the woods in the kitchens could be smelled in the air.

A pony that comes out for a walk at dusk. Their heads, dark and furry, were exposed on the top of the gate. He ejected the cigarette **** in his hand, a burst of sparks fell, and the horse immediately retreated to the side, and then ran away.

Vivien Leigh, who went out to shoot the scene, has returned, without the shelf of a big star, and still carrying a gift from a local citizen, her bright smile looks heart-warming.

The days of time management masters will continue, and the days of the British Empire in the subcontinent thousands of miles away have come to an end.

This day is Pakistan's Independence Day, the opening of the Pakistan National Assembly and the declaration of Pakistan's official independence.

Mountbatten, who was invited to speak at the National Convention, called for an end to the violence, claiming the partition was not a severance but the beginning of a new relationship, and demanded that Pakistan maintain its special friendship with Britain.

After Mountbatten's speech, Pakistan's independence parade begins. Ali Jinnah, Mountbatten and his wife boarded the convertible car and drove slowly at the forefront of the parade. The total distance of the parade is three kilometers. Since they received information in advance that some extremists were going to throw bombs on the convertible car~lightnovelpub.net~, they stood on the car and became tense.

That afternoon, Mountbatten hurried back to New Delhi to participate in independence activities in another part of British India.

From the Indian Legislative Assembly, Nehru declared, "At twelve o'clock midnight, when the world is silent, India will embark on a new life of independence and freedom."

Meanwhile, there was silence in Mountbatten's Governor's Palace. He sat alone in the study, thinking a thousand times. To be honest, Mountbatten was deeply saddened by the loss of the largest colony of the British Empire in his term, but this was the only option he had no choice but to do.

The boundary between New Delhi and Delhi has disappeared. Next to the sign with the countdown to independence, countless Delhi citizens poured into New Delhi, where only Britain could live before. In the countryside around Delhi, countless farmers also heard the news of the independence celebration. into the capital of the Republic of India.

His wife Edwina walked in, listened to the looming cheers, and said softly, "Louis, you have done your best, the independence of the subcontinent is not your fault. Now you are like a gentleman, let's face it calmly."

"Of course, dear." Mountbatten took a deep breath and squeezed out a smile. "Let's celebrate with the Indians."