Chapter 1046 Congo Crisis

Many things have happened recently, from the United Kingdom to the United States, from France to the Soviet Union, from the United Kingdom to the United States, from the United Kingdom to France, one after another, which is dazzling, and the entire northwestern Shanxi is in chaos.

Even Alan Wilson, who had always been methodical, felt overwhelmed and didn't know where to start.

This is a very rare thing for him. He has always believed that under the cover of time, he can accomplish everything he wants. If he cannot, it must be that there is not enough time.

This kind of complaint was known to Pamela Mountbatten, and she could only comfort her husband that he had done enough. Many things could change the course of history without personal efforts. "Anyway, he is the most patriotic and patriotic person I have ever seen." Someone who takes action.”

"Even if there is only one person in the world who praises me, as long as that person is you, then all my efforts will be in vain." Alan Wilson's frown relaxed, and the momentary dejection was just a small episode.

The death of Duncan, the Minister of Commonwealth Affairs, has long been forgotten by him. In the final analysis, he is just a minister.

Maybe the identity is a bit special, but it is not indispensable to Britain. If it has any major impact, it seems that there is one less so-called patriot who may betray Britain to the United States in the future.

According to Chinese tradition, there cannot be two people talking about each other in a country. Duncan can talk and be patriotic, but his love will not necessarily be Britain. Then Alan Wilson will naturally not have any psychological burden when he kills the national traitors.

"Go back to China, my dear, the situation in Congo has deteriorated, and I may have to be busy for a while." After riding on the rocket, Alan Wilson hugged his wife's delicate body and begged, "I must go there and see if I can get rid of it." For Britain’s benefit.”

"I don't want you to go. There was an assassination just now." Pamela Mountbatten sighed quietly. She knew that she was unable to stop what her husband wanted to do, so she could only whisper, "Be safe."

"Definitely." Alan Wilson kissed his wife's forehead, "Whoever is harmful to me, I will definitely take action first."

For example, after Duncan's death, Alan Wilson, the newly happy Commonwealth Minister, waited and watched, and through subsequent developments, he concluded whether Duncan himself was interested in overseas assets or whether this government thought so.

If it's Duncan's personal thoughts, then the problem has been solved. If this is the idea of ​​the current government, it will need to be delayed for a long time. However, the Conservative Party has just come to power and will still have a relatively long time in power. Delaying it may not necessarily be effective.

Then we may have to think about it in the long term.

At least with the blessing of a huge colony, Whitehall can give the cabinet a fight.

Politicians are powerful in the homeland, but they are always one in the colonies, and civil servants are also one, a whole.

Seeing his wife and sister-in-law boarding the flight back home, Alan Wilson breathed a sigh of relief. At this special time, he still didn't want his relatives to be too close. He stayed away from the whirlpool for safety reasons.

Alan Wilson enjoyed the treatment that Duncan did not enjoy. There were British colonial air force fighter escorts along the way. This was also obtained by Duncan's death.

In other words, Duncan's death allowed Alan Wilson to legitimately raise the dangers of working overseas in exchange for this kind of treatment.

This is not unfounded. Alan Wilson remembers that just because of the mediation of the Congo issue, the United Nations also hired Dag Hammarskjöld, the current Secretary-General, and his plane crashed in Northern Rhodesia.

Later investigations revealed that, according to this investigative report, an external attack or threat may have been the cause of the crash of Hammarskjöld's plane. The report believes that one situation is that the plane crashes due to a direct attack; the other situation is that the pilot's attention is distracted in a short period of time because the plane is threatened, which leads to the crash of the plane.

Evidence showed that witnesses saw more than one plane in the sky, and that the other plane may have been a jet. Hammarskjöld's plane was on fire before it crashed. Witnesses said they witnessed Hammarskjöld's plane being shot at. Witnesses also identified a plane that "pursued" Hammarskjöld's plane.

It is unknown whether Hammarskjöld's death was historically related to the United Kingdom, because Northern Rhodesia was a British colony. If he was really attacked and killed, the first suspect would of course be the United Kingdom.

But it cannot be ruled out that it is the United States. If the sky falls, there will be someone high to support it. The United States will definitely be the high one at the moment.

Hedy Lamarr, who was on the same plane, looked surprised, "I didn't expect your treatment to be higher than that of a minister."

"Marshal Mountbatten, the full-time commander-in-chief of the British armed forces, is Pamela's father. This is all a matter of his own family!" Alan Wilson put a hand on Hedy Lamarr's shoulder and whispered, "If our son Will you be Austrian Chancellor in the future? When you visit abroad, you will also be escorted by fighter jets."

This time the route to Northern Rhodesia was far from dangerous. After Ethiopia, we reached the vast stretch of British East Africa.

Before setting off from Somaliland, Alan Wilson had sent a telegram to convene a meeting of overseas colonial commissioners, to be held in Lusaka, the capital of Northern Rhodesia.

The best way to reach Northern Rhodesia is to fly in. There is only one railway connecting to Southern Rhodesia on the ground.

Most of the remaining areas are boundless minefields. It is impossible to count how many mines there are around Northern Rhodesia. Anyway, the Slavs have been laying mines for more than ten years.

Manufacturing landmines is a pillar industry in Northern Rhodesia, which has developed a number of novel minelaying methods.

According to Grace himself, even the Slavs themselves cannot clear the minefield now.

Precisely because Northern Rhodesia is almost surrounded by a railway line, only the middle of the barbell is left, which is near the capital Lusaka.

Because the distance between north and south is too narrow, it has caused two sequelae.

Northern Rhodesia relies heavily on air transportation to communicate with the outside world. Northern Rhodesia Airways is the largest airline in Africa, but it is not necessarily a real passenger plane, it may also be a modified transport aircraft. Lusaka Airport is second to none in all of Africa.

Also, Lusaka, as the middle of the barbell, is close to the protrusion that Grace and the others think, so there is no minefield.

At Lusaka International Airport, Grace was eagerly looking forward to the arrival of Alan Wilson. Fortunately, Alan Wilson knew that Grace was a man who liked women, otherwise this kind of enthusiasm would be unbearable.

"Northern Rhodesia changes every year." After meeting Grace, Alan Wilson praised him very intimately, "It is simply the brightest pearl of the British Empire."

"I believe that this pearl will shine even more brightly in the future." Grace responded with the same pun, "Of course, whether it shines brighter still lies in the hands of Sir Wilson."

"You can't say that. We work together. Everything needs everyone's concerted efforts." Alan Wilson saw the truth behind the scenes and suddenly asked, "I wonder how the production capacity in Northern Rhodesia is?"

"We can take out five million landmines at any time." Grace is obviously very proud of Northern Rhodesia's pillar industry. "The northern border of Lusaka has never been mined. It is a completely pure land."

"You have been thinking about the land of Congo for more than a day or two." Alan Wilson raised his eyebrows. The entire Northern Rhodesia is narrow at both ends, like a barbell. Lusaka is in the middle of the barbell, facing Luben in Congo. Bashi.

Based on the living habits of these Slavs, who not only farmed and mined but also mined land, the reason why they kept the north of Lusaka was that they must have discovered the disadvantages of the Northern Rhodesia territory long ago and have been ready to seize it. Now the wait is finally here. Chance.

In Lusaka, Alan Wilson waited for other commissioners to arrive. The only pity was that things had changed and Duncan, the Commonwealth Secretary, would never come again. Alan Wilson was a man who paid attention to his promises. He couldn't help but feel sad when he thought of this. From the bottom of my heart, I was very drunk with Grace, "Haha..."

"Sir Wilson, as long as you open your mouth, I will kill you even if you are the Prime Minister." Grace frequently raised her glasses to express her loyalty to the Queen. It was only because of the bad people around the Queen that Britain fell into this situation.

"You're right, sometimes you can't solve the problem by turning aside." Alan Wilson shouted while burping from wine, "If you dare to touch my overseas assets, you will have to pay the price."

Here, the cup is being exchanged, and Congo, not far away, is essentially in the middle of a civil war. Moise Tshombe, the leader of Katanga Province, received weapons from the local Belgian garrison, raised the banner of independence, and finally defeated the Congolese central government. Lumumba's troops went to war.

From time to time, the shells burst out like spasms, piercing the night sky and intermittently illuminating the distribution lines of the trenches in front of each other.

At this time, you can clearly see the barrels of the guns on the opposite side, the various artillery pieces, and the guard plates of the machine guns. Behind them are the forest-covered hills, with the heads of the soldiers wearing military caps exposed on them, like unwashed potatoes scattered on the ground. .

The rumble of battle came now to the left and now to the right, sometimes far and sometimes near. Some soldiers ran out of patience and couldn't hold it any longer. They actually wanted to rush into the dense forest and start a fire, and fight for a while to break up the dead-or-alive situation.

The older soldiers have been on the battlefield for a long time and have seen a lot. They endure this life-or-death test with perseverance, hoping that this time they will be safe.

The shells flew over the heads of the infantrymen with a heavy whistling sound, forcing them to retract their heads into the collars of their uniforms.

The sound of shelling continued to expand, became more intensive, and came in waves. As the rumbling sounds of mortars and harsh whistling sounds passed by, a frightening flash of light lit up on the trenches.

After all, war is not a game. The recruits who were tribal warriors some time ago were allowed to grow up quickly. The soldiers who had not had time to grow had long since returned to the embrace of Mother Earth. The remaining soldiers still had to live.