The Englishman was dining before Muller entered, and the German general's intrusion did not seem to affect his appetite. He just glanced up at Muller, nodded slightly, and then continued to cut the pork on the plate with a knife and fork.

"You may be seated, General, you Germans have a really good meal, and I'm sorry, I haven't tasted such an authentic German potato stew in a long time." After the Englishman finished speaking, he put the food on the fork into his mouth, and as he chewed, he picked up the napkin on his knee and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Muller was stunned, he didn't expect this kind of reaction when the two sides met, but he saw that the other party was not from a low background, at least an elite education, because few people would maintain an elegant demeanor in such a situation.

Müller dragged a chair from the wall and walked over to his desk, where Müller stood looking down.

"My name is Sterling. Muller. Mueller introduced himself that he thinks the communication between military personnel should be straightforward, and there should be less effort to play social games.

"Henry. Maginte. Fortunately, General Müller. The Englishman put down his knife and fork, wiped his hands with a napkin, stood up and held out his hand to Müller.

"Fortunately, Maginte...... Lieutenant General. Holding the other's hand, Mueller glanced at the other's epaulettes, and the crossed saber scepter was supposed to have a crown on it.

"I've heard of your name for a long time, General Muller. We've been watching your rise and your record in the French campaign, which is admirable, to be honest. Lieutenant General Margent held out his hand and motioned for Müller to sit down as if he were the master of the room.

When Mueller sat down, the British lieutenant general smiled. "How about a drink together, General."

Mueller didn't answer, just shrugged his shoulders. Markint pushed the plate aside from the table and took a glass from the tray on one side and placed it in front of Müller.

"This is what you offered, very good Bordeaux wine." Margent picked up the bottle on the table and poured a glass for Müller.

"Okay. General Maginte, I don't think we need to beat around the bush. You asked to meet me, not just to have a drink with me. Mueller moved his glass to the side, frowning and staring into the other's eyes.

"General, as we know, you are a pure German soldier." Margent took a sip of his wine and placed his glass on the table.

"Since you asked, then I will no longer be polite, we want to make a deal with the German government. I hope you will be able to connect us, and we need to get in touch directly with His Excellency the German Führer. ”

"Who do you represent? What to do to trade. As far as I know, the High Command has already sent an envoy to London. ”

"That's the trick of the politicians in Parliament, who only play shady tricks, whose credit is as rancid as cow dung. We're not all the way to them, don't compare us to these liars. Lieutenant General Magint rubbed his fingers against the gold cufflinks on his shirt and expressed his indignation with disdain.

"I'm sorry, but when you say we mean ......," Mueller said, turning his face to look at his adjutant, Lieutenant Heinche sitting in a chair in the doorway. He wrote hard in his notebook.

"I represent the army, to be exact, the British Imperial Army."

"I don't know if I heard it wrong, General. You're fighting us right now, and I've just received reports that one of our vanguard units is putting up stubborn resistance, and your men are even using cocktails and sticky grenades. Mueller raised an eyebrow and squinted at Maginte. This expression was something he had learned from the Führer, and when he felt the need to ridicule his opponent, it was really handsome.

"You know. There are always some stubborn guys in the army, and it is difficult to listen to other people's opinions. If you look into it, I'm sure you'll see that all of these resistances are point defenses, and they don't form a whole line of defense at all. We have scattered as far as possible the troops loyal to Churchill in the outskirts of the towns and villages, and these men have neither sufficient ammunition nor supplies or backups, and I can assure you that this is only an isolated case and will cause you very limited trouble. ”

"You mean, these are the outcasts you have thrown out, and you are borrowing the hands of the German Army to eradicate dissidents." Mueller's eyes widened, he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"It's a bit of a pity, but it's true, and we can't move forward without moving these people out of the core area."

"What's next?"

"General, that's why I've come to you, I need to get in touch with His Excellency the German Führer, I have brought the goodwill of the British Army, and I am sure that your Führer will make the right decision."

"You must explain all this to me first, I cannot introduce anyone who is using a messy plan to disrupt the Führer's decision. Britain has already been defeated, hasn't it? What is the value of your kindness now? Or are you trying to deceive Your Excellency the Führer on such grounds, and what kind of conspiracy you want to compose? Mueller asked loudly.

"Well, calm down, General Muller, maybe I didn't make it clear before, it's my fault. Given your close relationship with His Excellency the German Führer, there is nothing wrong with telling you the truth. Margent raised his hands in obedience.

"Where do you start...... I don't think you know, General Muller, what the situation is in the city of London at the moment. ”

After two days of fighting on the periphery, the British army did not achieve any results, and all that was seen was the emaciated officers who were close to a nervous breakdown and the wounded who were constantly sent to the hospital. At night, looking out of the window of the apartment, the southern night sky was blood-red reflected by the light of the town's fires.

Rumors have arisen in the community, citizens are squatting in air-raid shelters, food is scarce, daily fuel is running out, electricity and water have been cut off in some areas, and gas is only available for half an hour a day in the city center. One of the two Scottish brigades has been withdrawn into the city, and the Civic Self-Defense Forces have been organized to transport supplies and the wounded, and to reinforce the fortifications and barricades that had been erected.

The citizens were panicked, they felt that they had been deceived by the government, and the previous propaganda showed the incompetence of the cabinet and the army, and Churchill's speech was proved to be full of lies.

When the citizens learned that the Germans had surrounded the city, panic began to spread rapidly among the six million people. There were organized marches and unorganized riots in the streets. Some of the stockpiles were looted, and shops and restaurants were looted. The weapons that had been distributed to resist the invaders were now being used against their own countrymen.

The underground forces in London's East End began to openly attack the police and army, and what caught the attention of Scotland Yard and the army was that there seemed to be the shadow of German soldiers involved. The Scottish Brigade sealed off the entire East End border and imposed a 24-hour lockdown in the city centre, and no one without a special pass was allowed to move in the area, particularly around Buckingham Palace. A large number of government key points were concentrated, and at this time, they were doubly guarded, and the eyes were full of gillnets.

In this situation, a large number of officers in the War Department began to feel uneasy, they thought that their patience had reached the extreme, and they could no longer let the old men in the wartime cabinet who were vegetarian corpses continue to mess around, and they did not want to become martyrs, dragged by this group of fools.

These are the backbone of the British command, and their backgrounds and strengths are extraordinary. Many of them were nobles with titles for generations, or came from wealthy families, and although the British army had long since stopped buying and selling military ranks, some people were born outside the rules. Gilding in the military academy, coming out is the officer class, and the respective families exert a little more influence, and these people rise to the position like a rocket. For example, the Magint in front of Mueller has become a lieutenant general before the age of forty.

They were also aware of the small moves being made by the politicians in the parliament, and the Army, no matter how bad it was, at least had some intelligence channels of its own. What made these army officers unhappy was. Politicians seem to be thinking only about their own future and their way out, and the Army is only playing a role in their plans as a tool to make a deal.

The officers began to wonder why they couldn't trade directly with the Germans, who had real power compared to the talkers. So some high-ranking generals began to secretly collude, and at the same time wooed some members of the House of Commons, who also knew that it was difficult to suppress the situation by relying on the army alone, and if necessary, they would get better rewards by sharing some interests.

In the end, they found that the most important part of their plan was missing, they were all officers in the staff and headquarters, mostly civilian and administrative staff, and they had to find a big enough person to sit in the middle so that their plan could be realized.

As a result, they were pleasantly surprised, and the adjutant of Field Marshal Ironside, Chief of the Imperial General Staff, came to the door on his own, and he made it clear that the Field Marshal had utterly despaired of Churchill and that if these officers were willing to obey his command, he would choose to side with the War Office.

"General Müller, our request is simple, as long as Germany allows the British Army to remain in formation, we will fully cooperate with the German army in administering the country, just as the French are doing." Lieutenant General Magint took a long sip of wine from his glass.

"We have made a full plan, and as soon as the German Führer agrees, we will start the operation, and the conditions we have offered are completely insignificant in relation to what Germany is going to get." Margent stood up and walked to the wall of his office, pointing to a map of Britain on the wall.

"London is only the capital, and there are more than ten cities of the same rank in mainland England, and hundreds of cities of the lower rank, all of which are now under the control of the British Army by Churchill's decrees. Including, mines, factories, military bases, airfields. And the naval bases and shipyards you want the most, all of which are controlled by the Army. Margent said excitedly.

"Where did you get so many troops?"

"Home Army, sir, you don't know about the British Army, we still have tens of thousands of Home Army re-drafted soldiers, although they are too old and not good at training, but the number is there, and it is more than enough to control these key locations.

Although the Royal Navy is completely destroyed, the latest aircraft carriers, battleships, cruisers, destroyers, and submarines are being built on the slipways of these shipyards, which is a whole fleet, and there are only a small number of marines stationed in these shipyards, and the main defensive force still relies on our army. Margent replied.

"Can you represent the group behind you?" Mueller always felt a little incredulous, and he looked at the other party with a suspicious expression.

"I have brought with me a handwritten letter from Marshal Ironside, and if you may, please forward it immediately to Your Excellency the Führer, and if your Führer accepts our terms, then as a thank-you, General Müller. I promise that your Cyprus Legion will be the first foreign army to occupy Buckingham Palace in hundreds of years. Margent walked over to his desk, picked up the bottle, and poured himself another glass.

"You swore allegiance to your king." Müller was stunned by the arrogance and shamelessness of the other party, who had ever seen such a righteous betrayal of a country.

"Mind you, General Mueller, we are the British Army, not the Royal Army." Margent shook his index finger triumphantly at Muller.

At this time, the German general secretly made up his mind that after this battle was over, he must find an opportunity to beat up the bastard in front of him no matter what. (To be continued.) )