It was an ancient fortress, and for a long time, especially during the reign of the Tudors, people did not even dare to talk about this place casually, the nobles talked about it, the common people were terrified, and the bloody reputation of this place far exceeded that of the Bastille prison on the other side, and few of the nobles who were fortunate enough to be imprisoned in this fortress made it out alive. Hundreds of British nobles were executed here, including two queens and a queen, although the British still denied the Queen of the Nine, and only gave the title of lord of the county.

As a medieval fortress, the fortifications are perfect, with a series of towers and bastions divided into two defensive rings, the inner and outer rings, and it is impossible to capture the place without the help of artillery. The only time the Tower of London fell was in the famous Taylor Peasant Revolt in British history, which was completed by 20,000 Kent peasants who were forced by the heavy poll tax. Later generations of English historians agreed that the bishop had been betrayed by King Charles II, who had ordered the guards of the Tower of London to give up resistance, and that the poor bishop, along with the chancellor of the exchequer and several lords who had been killed at the same time, became the scapegoat that the greedy and cunning king threw out to appease the peasantry.

Xu Jun's convoy is now walking on the path of the British farmer entering the fortress, passing through the passage of the central tower, passing through the city gate next to the famous blood tower, and driving directly into the inner courtyard of the fortress. By this time, the perimeter towers were already covered with German sentry posts, the outer walls were defended by army soldiers, and the inner towers were full of heavily armed SS soldiers. Xu Jun's guard team stood scattered in front of the various buildings in the inner city, and they cleared and cordoned off the entire area, waiting for the arrival of the imperial head with a solemn expression.

Dougan stood in front of the door of the central castle with Starck and several British gendarmerie officers to greet him. When Xu Jun's car came to a halt, Stark quickly stepped forward and opened the door for the Führer. The first to get out of the car was Muller, who was sitting on the right, and then Tysenhofen in the front seat, and when the perimeter safety was determined, Xu Jun slowly got out of the car. The German Führer greeted Dougan with a serious face, and as for the British military police officers, it seemed that they did not enter his eyes at all.

The stronger and more calm he behaved in front of the lower-level British officials, the easier it was to gain the awe and respect of these people, which Xu Jun found during his contact with British politicians during this time, and the British people of this era grew up under a strict hierarchical order. The education received from an early age is that hierarchy is the cornerstone of social stability, and the lower class must obey the strong and elite at the top, so every British child has a dream of success, dreaming of one day getting ahead and becoming an upper class that can rule others. Britain's traditional elite has never been disdainful of approachability, and their ancestors have long accumulated a wealth of experience in ruling British civilians, one of which is that if an official behaves modestly and amiably in front of ordinary Britons, he will be kicked in the face by those scoundrels, and those ignorant civilians will take politeness as a sign of your incompetence and weakness.

"My Führer. Allow me to introduce you to this Major Jenkins of the British Army Gendarmerie, who is currently the head of this fort. Dougan bowed respectfully, and then introduced the British officers to Xu Jun.

"Fortunately. Major Jenkins. Xu Jun nodded at Jenkins with a straight face.

"It is an honor to meet you, Your Excellency." Jenkins hurriedly straightened up and saluted Xu Jun with a flattered expression.

"This is Lieutenant Brian in charge of guarding the prisoners, and Lieutenant Shane."

"Fortunately. Lieutenant. ”

"It is an honor to meet you, Your Excellency." The two gendarmes stomped their right feet on the ground and saluted Xu Jun.

"Would you like to take a break first? My Führer. Doagon asked.

"We've got the lounge ready. There is also afternoon tea and refreshments. ”

"No, I don't have much time, so I'd better take me to meet the prisoner first, by the way, you should call him the former British Prime Minister, Mr. Churchill." Xu Jun put on a straight face and said to Daogen seriously.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Dougan nodded vigorously, then turned his face to look at Jenkins.

"Major, has the meeting room been arranged?"

"It's ready, I'll send someone to take Churchill to the meeting room at once, please wait a few minutes." Jenkins turned and gave orders to his men.

"Notify me as soon as it's arranged, Dogen, you can accompany me over there for a walk." Xu Jun took his marshal's cane from Tysenhofen and pointed to a lawn not far away.

"Yes, there is the famous Green Tower, my Führer." Dougan had also just wholesaled the material from Jenkins.

"It turned out to be the Green Tower, and I have seen the history of the Tower of London." Xu Jun put his cane under his arm and strode towards the lawn with great interest.

This area, known as the Green Tower, was just a meadow at this time, and there may have been a tower-like building here before, but now only a square granite foundation remains, and some historical records of the Green Tower are actually just a metaphor, meaning the wooden execution platform standing on the green lawn, and some say that there was indeed a building, but it was demolished by later monarchs in the long history. The area was best known for the execution of female and high-ranking aristocratic criminals, which was seen as the last privilege of the nobles from the stigma of public executions, while ordinary criminals were dragged outside the Tower of London or even to the execution grounds in central London, where they were beheaded alive in the midst of insults and onlookers by a crowd of lower-class civilians.

Xu Jun circled the clearing several times, imagining what kind of mood Henry VIII had in mind, standing here and watching his two wives have their heads chopped off by the executioners.

"My Führer, it's all arranged, and now you can pass." Just when Xu Jun wanted to change places, Stark rushed over at a trot to report to Xu Jun.

"Lead the way, Captain."

"Yes, please go this way." Stark straightened his chest, then turned and led Xu Jun towards a large Gothic-style building next to the White Tower.

It was the famous Waterloo Building, which was originally used as a barracks for the garrison of the fortress and a treasure trove for the royal family's treasures for fear of being attacked by the Germans. Most of the treasures were secretly transferred after the start of the war, some of them had already been captured by the German navy during the Battle of the Faroe Islands, and most of the remaining ones had fallen into the hands of the German occupation forces with the betrayal of the inner ghosts.

Churchill had previously been imprisoned in the Sheriff's Tower, which was on the east side of the interior wall because it housed the guard's office, which had long been used to hold important criminals. Of course, it was impossible for Xu Jun to meet the prisoner in the cell, and neither his status nor his status allowed him to condescend to such dignity, so the British arranged a neat reception room in the Waterloo Building. There he would meet the old enemy whom he had known each other for a long time, but had never met.

Standing in front of the plainly decorated reddish-brown door of the reception room, Xu Jun felt very complicated, he was eager to meet the great prime minister who had almost become a representative of the times in his original time and space, but it was also because of himself that history had completely changed, and the once great man had now become a prisoner who was spurned by everyone.

"Turn it on."

Xu Jun handed the cane to his left hand and gave the order to Dogen, and under the gesture of Dogen's eyes, Jenkins snatched the key from the guard at the door. Attentively stepped forward and unlocked the door.

"All of you are waiting outside the door, and no one is allowed to approach without my orders." Xu Jun said to Daogen.

"I beg to accompany you in, my Führer." Dogen requested.

"Don't worry. He won't be a threat to me, and I'll be able to protect myself, so you can rest assured. ”

Xu Jun took a deep breath and turned the doorknob to push the door open. Then he strode into the room, and before Dogen could come forward to see the scene in the room, Xu Jun had already closed the door quickly. This room was very neat and clean. The waxed floors were polished, the wooden lattice windows were uncurtained, and the afternoon sun shone through the clear glass on a square table in the middle of the room, behind which sat a man, whose face was hidden in shadow by the dazzling sunlight.

"I knew you would be here today, and I've been looking forward to this meeting, but I didn't expect you to drag it out for so long." Churchill raised his head, looked at the German Führer standing at the door, and smiled pleasantly.

"You may be seated, Reinhardt. Feng. Mr. Stadler. The former British Prime Minister stood up, spread his palms and made an inviting gesture, with an attitude like a warm host.

"I'm sorry to come to see you so late, Mr. Churchill, there's a lot of work on hand, and you know, there's a whole lot of work for me to attend to." Xu Jun smiled and nodded to Churchill, he took off his military hat and hung it on the coat rack behind the door, and then carried his marshal's cane and walked to sit down opposite Churchill.

"Yes, that's true, you're going to be busy, and it's going to be hard to deal with those greedy guys." Churchill laughed, his palm touching the table.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing to entertain you here, and they only give me one afternoon tea a day now."

"Ah, that sounds terrible." Xu Jun accosted with a smile. The two men looked at each other and were silent for a moment, and then burst out laughing in unison.

"I did have a few cigars with me." Xu Jun took out the aluminum packaging tubes of several cigars from his pocket, and he arranged them one by one on the table, and then he noticed that Churchill's breathing became a little rapid.

Xu Jun deliberately slowly unscrewed the packaging tube of a cigar, took out the cigar inside and put it under his nose to sniff lightly.

"Oh, hell, Mr. Stadler, you don't look like a gentleman." Churchill shook his head and complained.

"Oh, Mr. Churchill, it looks like we're the same kind of people." Xu Jun laughed and pushed a cigar towards Churchill.

"I've always prided myself on being a good gentleman." Churchill quickly unscrewed the lid, poured out the cigar, and took a deep breath greedily.

"I'm leaving England tonight, and my next visit will be to attend the signing ceremony of the peace treaty between the two countries." Xu Jun took out a match, lit a cigar for himself, and then handed the match to Churchill.

"You're the winner, you can do whatever you want." Churchill lit his cigar and took a deep breath.

"Ever since I came here, I haven't smoked this, and God testifies, these people even said that it was for the sake of my health, and they might as well shoot me in the head."

"I've read the report, and you were in a really bad situation." Xu Jun said with a smile.

"I know what I was like back then, and it's a nightmare to look back on it now, and it's a shame." Churchill exhaled a puff of smoke.

Compared with the violent dictator in the basement for half a month, Churchill is now like two people, perhaps he no longer has to bear that terrible pressure, his body and spirit have been restored to a certain extent, although he still looks old and haggard in appearance, but it can be seen from his speech and demeanor that he has regained his former humor and self-confidence.

"Want to know what the contract says?" Xu Jun asked.

"Don't say, I don't want to know anything, I just know that under my leadership, Britain lost the victory it deserved, and now I have to pay for my mistakes." Churchill scratched his face and continued.

"I remember when I was first appointed Prime Minister of the British Empire, I said at the preparatory meeting of the wartime cabinet that as the leader of the wartime cabinet, I must be responsible for the victory or defeat of this war. If, under my leadership, the British Empire is unfortunately defeated in war, I, as the person responsible, must be the first to be sent to Tower Hill to be beheaded. Now I'm just waiting to fulfill my promise. Churchill sipped his cigar and tapped his palm lightly on the table.

"Both Chamberlain and King George VI begged me not to hold you accountable, and I agreed to their request that some people must accept the reckoning of the victors after the war, but your fate will be decided by your government and people, and if they think you are guilty, then they should also carry it out. However, as far as I know, there is now a consensus in the interim cabinet that the ministers are unanimously opposed to your execution, and that you will probably be imprisoned for a period of time, and then pardoned at the right time. ”

"These people don't have that good intentions, and that's because I'm more useful to the country alive than dead." A sneer appeared on Churchill's face.

"Have you considered working with us?" Xu Jun seemed to ask this question casually.

Churchill was visibly stunned for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head and smiled and said, "I know what you want from me, Mr. Stadger." ”

"And what about your answer?"

"You can get what you want, but what can I get." Churchill sank his face and looked at Xu Jun with a serious expression.

"You can ask for anything." Xu Jun leaned closer to Churchill and said in a low voice.

"Before that, I think there are some things that I have to make you understand."

Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation ticket, it's a little late today, the British battle has finally come to an end, and the protagonist can turn to a broader battlefield. (To be continued.) )