A volley of gunfire was heard not far away, and Baron Ironside stopped, turned his head to look north of the street, and made out that the gunfire seemed to be coming from Trafalgar Square.

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

"Shut up, you traitor, you should be shot in front of Nelson's statue with those lackeys of yours." The second lieutenant of the Guards once again shoved the field marshal's back.

"Let's go, don't be sluggish." The soldiers on the side scolded and raised the butt of their guns.

"You will regret what you have done for the rest of your life." Ironside patted the front of his uniform and walked towards King Charles Street, two blocks away, under the escort of the soldiers.

This Spartan building was originally the Imperial Treasury building, just off Whitehall Avenue and directly opposite the Imperial Foreign Office. During World War I, the basement of the building was converted into a sturdy underground shelter. Ismay walked apprehensively down the sweltering aisle, wondering why Churchill had suddenly moved out of the brand-new bunker and into the old shelter. Now the cramped bunker is crammed with soldiers and staff, and many departments have to work in offices on the upper floors of the building, which are unprotected.

Walking to the door of Churchill's personal office, there were many people standing in the corridor at this time, all waiting to be summoned by the prime minister. Ismay recognized several under-secretaries of the Treasury, staff officers of the Royal Navy Liaison Office and members of Churchill's secretarial team.

The guards inside and outside the shelter had all been replaced by Royal Guards soldiers, and Ismay looked at the armbands of the guards in front of the door, the two soldiers belonged to the Guards Grenadier Regiment.

"The Prime Minister is waiting for you, Your Excellency." A sergeant of the Guards Regiment sat behind a low desk in the doorway, and he said coldly to Ismay.

"Please hand over your rifles."

"You're crazy, Sergeant." Ismay stumbled and pulled his wheel from the holster at his waist and slapped it the table.

"I don't know why you're angry, General. Like you, we are doing our best to save this country. The sergeant picked up Ismay's pistol, opened the chamber and examined it, and put it in a drawer next to him.

"You can go in, General." The guard at the door pulled open the bulletproof iron door of the office. Ismay looked at the sergeant for a few seconds without saying a word, then turned and walked into the door of Churchill's office.

The sight in the office was beyond Ismael's expectations, with a large map table now in place in the middle of the desk, iron filing boxes stacked next to bookshelves, and blank notes and forms scattered on the floor. Churchill was standing behind the map table, his hands on the table and looking down at the map, his military advisers and the War Office staff standing in a circle beside him.

"You've come just in time. Hastings, my friend. I'm so glad to see you safe and sound. Churchill looked up and saw Ismay standing in the doorway, and he greeted his chief of staff happily.

"Winston, why did you transfer the command back here, you can clearly see the German soldiers on the other side of the building from the upper floor of the Houses of Parliament." Ismay stepped forward, and he said to Churchill with a frown.

"It's much safer here than that new bunker, it's full of spies and traitors who want to kill me there, with bombs and poison gas. My sense of smell was acute, and there was an air of intrigue in every inch of that bunker. Churchill pushed Dowding away from him and walked over to the long table by the wall, which now had some small snacks, cured meat rolls and dozens of whiskey bottles.

"Don't worry. Hastings, fortunately, the royal family is still standing behind me, and the situation has been brought under control by me. Churchill poured a glass of whiskey and handed it to Hastings.

"No, thank you. You know I don't drink before lunch. ”

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

"The best drugs for replenishing brain power are food and alcohol, and this is my exclusive secret ingredient, with which I can last until the whole war." Churchill walked back to the map table and said to Ismay.

"Hastings, I've made up my mind, I'm going to stay here and not go anywhere until the British win the final victory, or the Germans rush in and kill me."

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

"I know what you have to say, dear Hastings, and for the sake of our friendship, I beg you not to say it. We haven't completely failed yet. The Royal Guards assured me that they could hold the West Sminster area for at least forty-eight hours, at which point General Geerz's corps would be able to attack on the flanks of the Germans, who were scattered throughout the perimeter of the city, and that we had an absolute superiority in the local area.

The railway from Birmingham to London was still open, and Dowding assured me that the Air Force would be able to draw two wings of fighter to provide air cover for Geerz's corps, and that we would be able to break through the German lines and open up London to the outside world.

Our aim was to drag the Germans into a war of attrition that they least wanted to see, and I would do whatever it took to achieve it. We still have a lot of overseas troops to mobilize, and we have the help of our allies, and if we have a strong conviction, we can fight this war until the Germans admit defeat on their knees. Churchill took another sip of whiskey and placed the empty glass on the map table.

"But...... Don't you know? My God! Ismay said loudly to Churchill.

"There's no Geerz Army, there's no Birmingham Army. Winston, you've been deceived. Geertz had so far only gathered two battalions of soldiers, and it was impossible for him to launch a counteroffensive against London. ”

"This is impossible, I also signed the quartermaster transfer form a week ago, where more than 60,000 local officers and soldiers have been concentrated, and I have also looked through the commander's roster and ...... Oh, my God. Churchill held the map table with one hand and pressed his forehead with one hand.

"I'm stupid, of course it's all a lie, and I still believe in it, these damned traitors. Quisling! Churchill bowed his head and said in a deep voice.

"Dowding, Ismay, Willis, and Colonel Jacob stay, and the others go out ......"

Ismay and Dowding, along with the two War Division adjutants, stayed behind, and the other staff officers all hurried out of the office. With the sound of the iron door closing and locking, Churchill let out the furiest roar since the start of the war.

"The Army Staff deceived me! How dare these cowards do this! I know that the members of parliament are unreliable, and there are many people who are exchanging tunes with the Germans and trying to keep their position and power. I knew that the bankers and merchants were unreliable, and they wanted to use the resources at their disposal to trade with the Germans and profit from them. I know that the factory owners and entrepreneurs are not reliable, they are very practical economic animals. In order to keep their factory, they are even willing to cooperate with the devil.

The Reich Chief of Staff and some men in the Army Staff conspired to rebel, and I thought only that this involved only a small group of senior officers, and I could understand their thoughts, that these cowards had already been frightened by the Germans.

I have just issued orders for the execution of fifteen generals, and now it seems that this is not enough! The army is completely rotten, rotting from head to toe. No wonder we keep failing, it's because we have a group of incompetent, cowardly army officers who don't know anything but eat and make feces!

They only know how to embezzle and derelict their duties and take advantage of the Empire. Put the wealth of the country in your trouser pocket. These officers simply don't deserve to wear this glorious uniform, these people are as dirty as the dirt between the toes of the Zulus, and the moss on the walls of London's sewers is a thousand times cleaner than theirs.

Because of their incompetence, countless elite soldiers of the empire were sent to hell. I should have shot all the generals of the army, as Stalin did. Churchill's roar echoed through the office, even through bulletproof iron doors into the corridors outside.

The faces of the officers and civil servants waiting outside the door to be summoned already knew the cause of the Prime Minister's outrage. Some began to wonder what reason to find to get out of here. The soldiers of the Guards Regiment were also full of embarrassment, they did not expect the words of the Imperial Prime Minister to be so vicious, and the words were so vulgar.

And at the same time. A secret meeting was taking place in the War Department building, not far from Churchill's shelter.

"Churchill has no value anymore, His Royal Highness, why do you still push him to the front of the stage." Donald. Sir Somerville said respectfully to the middle-aged officer sitting in the main seat.

"We have to find someone to take responsibility, and in the end this account can all be pushed to the head of this madman, and we can take the last profit with peace of mind. Rest assured, Churchill will not live to see the moment the war ends. His Royal Highness Prince Henry, Duke of Gloucester, of the British Empire, slowly picked up the teacup in his hand and took a sip of black tea with milk and honey.

"Then ...... Your Majesty," Attlee, the Lord of the Seals, asked.

"Him?" Henry. Albert put down the teacup, a sneer on his lips.

"His opinion doesn't matter at all. Do you think he still deserves to sit on this throne? If it weren't for the eldest brother being forced to abdicate by the damned Baldwin, where would he have had a chance to sit on the throne of the King of England. What has he done in the past few years? Ignoring the advice of the war maniacs, he blindly agreed to declare war on Germany, plunging the British Empire into this disastrous war.

After the start of the war, this man fully supported Churchill's maniac without any assertiveness, and also gave up all the power that belonged to the royal family. His incompetence has already done serious harm to the British Empire, and in such a time of crisis, a member of the royal family must step up to clean up the situation and save the empire and secure the Windsor dynasty...... No, the Saxony-Coburg-Gotha dynasty continues, it is an obligation given to me by my ancestors, and now only I can fulfill it. ”

Prince Henry opened the folder in front of him, picked up a stack of papers, and the adjutant next to him took the papers, and then distributed them to the cabinet royal advisers present one by one.

"Now that I have the command of the entire Royal Guards Division, and the whole of Westminster is under my control, my troops can probably guard this place for half a day, and the time is short. We are to eliminate all forces and groups that may hinder our plans before the Germans take this place.

This is a draft agreement to negotiate with the Germans, and I need everyone to give their opinions. If the plan goes well, I will negotiate with Germany on behalf of the British Crown and Government, and if nothing else, you will be members of the new British Empire Cabinet. ”

"George VI must abdicate after the war, and the most qualified person to inherit the throne at present is you, Your Excellency, Prince Henry. We will do our best to do this, and all the people of England will know that you are still trying to save the British Empire at the last minute, that the war and suffering will be gone, and that you will be crowned king. Attlee stood up and bowed his head respectfully.

"God bless my king, for Henry IX." Lord Cranburn, the Imperial Comptroller, shouted.

"God bless my king!" The ministers and parliamentarians stood up in unison and bowed to Prince Henry.

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