Imperial Overlord

Look, things are so strange sometimes, when many people try to make a thing happen, things often end in failure.

And the unintentional things that make willows and willows make a shade happen all the time in a certain corner of the world.

I just took office, and I haven't had time to feel the wonderful British Prime Minister Mr. Clement Richard Attlee, who is in the prime minister's throne. This night, I heard several telegrams that made him vomit blood.

First, Phillips led the fleet to riot, and ran away from home with the battleship and disappeared. Then, instead of waiting for the questioning from Germany, he waited for Montgomery and others to turn on the electricity.

For a time, the British Empire, which appeared to be precarious on the surface, but actually did not lose many colonies, lost more than one third of its actual control area in an instant.

Although those places are somewhat beyond the reach of the current Britain, it is indeed shameful to throw them out so blatantly.

Clement Richard Attlee looked at the telegram that his secretary had just sent in his hand, and felt a surge of energy impacting his heavenly cover.

Sir Anthony Eden, an official whom Churchill admired, came in at this time.

He is now Britain's foreign secretary, responsible for the peace treaty with Germany. When he arrives at this time, there is absolutely no good news.

Interestingly, Clement Richard Attlee was the first post-war British Prime Minister who defeated Churchill, and Sir Anthony Eden also took over the scepter from Churchill.

Both men have served as post-war British prime ministers in real history, Clement Richard Attlee being older and more sophisticated.

Clement Richard Attlee closed the document in his hand, looked at the foreign secretary who walked in, and asked, "What else is there to worry about, let's talk about it together."

"The Germans heard about our fleet... Sure enough, they proposed a lease in Liverpool and other areas... 99 years. It sounds like a lot less, but it's enough to knock us down." Sir Anthony Eden said with some frustration.

"We've collapsed." As the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, Attlee continued with a wry smile.

A day ago, he would not have been so discouraged, but what he experienced after taking office was worse than the harshest imagination before he took office.

"God bless the British Empire, the United States does not want us to continue to interfere in Canada's affairs, so I don't think we can get Canada's position." Sir Aiden said, looking at the rising sun in the sky.

It was a really nice day and there were not even clouds in the sky. The Germans are only a dozen kilometers away from London, and it is imperative to sign a peace treaty as soon as possible.

"Give them! We don't have any chips now, and the Ramirez is all for them! We don't want anything!" Gritting his teeth, Attlee was very bachelor.

In fact, he also has his own little abacus: when he took over, it was already the most passive time for Britain. As long as you get through this period, the rest of the day will be much better.

At least with the continued victories of Germany, Britain will also regain some national strength. Although it is impossible to become a world hegemon, it can still be expected to follow the Germans to pick up some benefits and subsidize the deficit.

And if Germany loses in this war, then Britain can get back a lot of things that belong to itself.

So from a long-term perspective, as long as the status quo is stabilized, the UK can continue to wait for the day to rise again.

"The rest is up to you! Before this afternoon, I will see the text of the treaty!" Once a decision has been made, the rest of the compromise is much easier. Prime Minister Attlee seemed to have lost his strength and said to Ser Aiden feebly.

After hearing the order, Ser Aiden nodded, turned and left the Prime Minister's office. The German bombing stopped the day before yesterday, and London returned to its former serenity.

In the morning, citizens lined up to receive the relief food distributed by the government, which came from pre-war reserves, and the quantity was not sufficient.

If it is not ready to negotiate peace with Germany, the high-level will not agree to use these grains.

But now it seems that the war is about to end.

Thinking about it, whether it is the United States or Germany, it is impossible to watch the United Kingdom starve and die. After all, there will still be food shipped to the British mainland.

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Reporters are already crowded in front of the Chancellor's Office in Berlin, Germany, after hearing that a comprehensive armistice agreement will be signed between the two countries today.

After all, Germany won the war, so the German reporters had happy expressions on their faces.

The British journalists who rushed over, as well as French and American journalists, and even two specially invited Soviet journalists, all arrived here upon invitation.

The flash was flashing just now. For this kind of big event, the reporters have never been far from stingy with their own film.

They hope to record every detail of the glorious moment, after all, this is the greatest victory since the birth of the Third Reich.

The war will end after this peace treaty is signed, and the long-awaited peace of the German people will come.

The Third Reich covered the range from Norway near the Arctic Circle, to the hot African wasteland; from the icy and tyrannical Atlantic to the Suez Canal.

Apart from the besieged Italy, there seem to be only two countries left in the whole of Europe: the Third Reich, and its servant states.

Of course, from a detailed analysis, although Mussolini is reluctant to admit it, whether Italy is a servant state of Germany is really a problem that needs to be verified.

A well-armed force was already docked on the Vichy French border, and they were waiting for the moment the treaty was signed, because at that moment they would be authorized to act.

In front of them were Franco's Spanish troops, who were almost as many as beggars. The commander of these soldiers stood there as straight as a javelin.

It wasn't that he was willing to stand like this, but because the German instructor who was in charge of training him during the Spanish Civil War was standing in front of him.

Now the two met again. The German instructor was now the head of an infantry regiment, and the trained Spanish soldier was also the chief officer of a border battalion.

It's a pity that when he sees his teacher, he still subconsciously stands up straight, as if the pointer back then would still fall.

The soldiers on both sides were restrained. The German soldiers stood on the road waiting for permission to enter, while Franco's troops were also waiting for the British to sign the news.

Once the UK and Germany reached an agreement, the important port of Gibraltar was German territory.

Unlike the leased British mainland occupation area and port, because the British fleet ran away from home, it would become a permanent German territory.

So Franco no longer had any excuse to stop the German troops from crossing the border to receive their land. After all, Franco knew how powerful the Germans were, and he had no reason to be disobedient.

The German officer walked up to his student, raised his chin and took a cigarette from the other's hand, and then the two of them sighed comfortably together.

A carriage parked on the road in the distance is laden with supplies to be transported to Gibraltar. Ammunition and weapons have to be replaced, and only heavy artillery remains.

For hundreds of years, the fortress of Gibraltar, which cannot be breached from the outside, has always been the greatest and proudest witness of the British Empire.

It has withstood attacks from countries such as Spain and France, and has never been captured by any other country.

But now, with a peace treaty, this powerful fortress, which has been run by the British for hundreds of years, can only be handed over to its enemies.

Having guessed that the Germans would take over the fortress as soon as possible, Somerville, sitting in his office, put down the telegram with tears in his eyes.

His Majesty the King and the new Prime Minister sent urgent telegrams at the same time, which made Somerville, the Commander of Fleet H of the British Royal Navy, extremely sad.

The defection of the home fleet has cost the country dearly. Both begged Somerville to sit still and restrain their men from taking drastic actions.

If there is also a problem with the H fleet at this time, then the United Kingdom will have to give up London to make peace with the Germans.

It was more humiliating than losing a fleet, and giving up their capital was a failure that most British people would not accept.

Somerville put his hand on the telegram~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He really wanted to take his fleet out of the harbor and go to the ocean to find Phillips to join.

Then he could lead the fleet back to the mainland, across the English Channel, and fight to the death for the country until the last warship sank.

It is a pity that this is only his personal wish. Except for himself, no one seems to be willing to use a tragic death to serve this fallen country.

"Let the captains of every battleship come to me! All battleships can't move, this is my order and must be executed!" It was difficult, Somerville squeezed out such a sentence, as if it was overdraft full power.

This may be the most embarrassing and most reluctant order he has given. But he had to execute it, and he could only execute it according to local requirements.

For a moment, he had envied Phillips, envied that he could lead the fleet to the last moment.

However, just a moment later, as a naval commander loyal to his motherland, he put down the depression in his heart and decided to stick to the last fleet for the motherland.