Chapter 952 The British Empire (End)

ps: I owe you the British Empire (end), I will make up for it today.

"General Fraser sent a telegram, Churchill and the Americans went to Liverpool to seize the ship, but they responded correctly and avoided any opportunity. Unfortunately... Marshal Pound died!"

"Died?" Attlee looked up in astonishment, "What happened?"

After reading the telegram carefully, he saw that Pound died from a stray bullet from the US military - Fraser was objective and did not add fuel to the fire by saying that the Americans deliberately killed him. Attlee closed his eyes in pain. Pound was a veteran of the navy. The navy first lost Cunningham, and now it has lost the respected old marshal. It is really a disaster.

"I see. Where is the coup convoy?"

"It is heading to London. Churchill, Field Marshal Brooke and General Porter are also in it."

Attlee asked again: "How many planes are there at the airport?"

"The first three batches have been released. The Americans are clamoring to release the fourth batch."

"Release it!" Attlee waved his hand, "But let them release the MPs first. It is simply too much to detain MPs!"

Due to the sudden change, the 2nd Division of the US Army, which controlled the royal convoy, MPs and the airport, was extremely confused. Although the soldiers were confused and didn't know why it became like this, the officers were obviously very clear that it was impossible to make peace after doing such a thing - news had been received from other divisions that the British troops had surrounded them and tried to disarm them, and now they were at a hair-trigger moment.

Therefore, many smart officers wanted to take these planes to leave, occupying many positions originally prepared for the British evacuation, so that although all three batches of planes were released, the speed of personnel withdrawal was still not good, half slower than the planned time.

The only good news was that, because the British side allowed the US troops to leave, and George VI ordered the US troops to release the MPs after arriving at the airport, the 2nd Army Division released some of the elderly and weak MPs, and released a group of MPs who were originally preparing to go to Canada. Probably less than half of them were still detained at the airport.

Now they also came to their senses: this was probably a double act between Fatty Qiu and Attlee and others. After calming down, they were not so anxious. Instead, they observed all kinds of people with interest, and even pretended to ask for cigarettes, wine, fruit, and bread. The American officers and soldiers guarding them smiled bitterly, but still met their requests one by one.

"Where is Winston, the bastard?" Someone in the crowd cursed loudly, "Everyone else can go, but this fat guy must stay for trial. I will hang him with my own hands."

"Come on, he has already slipped away to become the Prime Minister of Canada, and is ready to continue to lick the Americans."

"How thick-skinned he is..."

"So he named the tank with the thickest armor in the British Empire the Churchill tank - this is not without reason, it is so vivid."

This analogy amused the crowd, and everyone burst into laughter.

And now, Churchill, with a worried face, is returning with the convoy. According to the original plan, he was going to retreat to Canada after controlling the fleet. Of course, he himself would not go with the fleet. All his family members were at the airport. He would only let Jonathan and Evre control the officers in the bridge, and he would still take a plane from London. Going by sea is not necessarily safe, and there is no guarantee in time. But now, not only has he failed, but he has also lost the life of Marshal Pound. The whole thing is a mess, just like a dog that has lost its home.

When he thought of the moment when Pound fell, he couldn't help but sigh and regret.

"Do you regret it?" Admiral Porter said sarcastically, "This is not like your style."

"Winston, do you know how unforgivable a sin you have committed?" Marshal Brooke rebuked him mercilessly, "Although Marshal Pound does not agree with you to take these battleships, he still intends to let you take a few cruisers, and even negotiated with the Germans. Even if you want an aircraft carrier, it is not impossible to negotiate. The first ship of the Giant-class aircraft carrier on the slipway is almost completed. Mr. Attlee is still trying to deal with the Germans and is ready to let you take it away."

"I..." Churchill was speechless, tears flowed down, and he didn't know what to say. He just muttered to himself, "I will send you back to London, you can do whatever you want to me."

That afternoon, the coup convoy returned to London again. Churchill tossed all night, got nothing, and even lost Marshal Pound.

When Attlee and others saw Pound and others who had become corpses, they all burst into tears and glared at Churchill.

All the members of Task Force 101 were dejected - what was this? They were close allies yesterday, but today they became coup plotters. Evreux could not stop regretting.

Churchill murmured to himself: "I didn't give the order, I didn't give the order, it was an accident, an accident..."

"Accident?" Eden glanced at him, "Can the marshal believe such words?"

Churchill was speechless.

"You go." Attlee waved his hand in disgust, "Knowing these circumstances, General Tovey is unwilling to go to Canada with you again, and so is General Ted. Only General Alexander has left first."

"What about His Majesty?"

"He left too, on the first batch of planes, and has now arrived in Canada safely."

"That's good, that's good."

"There were too many people to evacuate and not enough planes. So we temporarily dispatched 16 more planes (the fifth batch). Now we have brought all the American planes that can fly, but it's still not enough, so we dispatched another Lancaster." The modified passenger plane is for you - the one you usually fly in, and your family is waiting for you on it."

Churchill originally thought that he would be doomed when he returned to London, but he had his own pride and dignity. He would rather go to London to be detained and tried in an upright manner than adopt Jonathan's opinion: secretly find another plane to escape - with his After years of power, the latter can still do it.

But he didn't expect Attlee and others to be willing to let him go. He was happy and regretful at the same time, and said quickly: "I'll just take this Lancaster. It's okay, it's okay, it's all the same, it's all the same."

Attlee scolded: "I hope you can maintain your dignity after arriving in Canada, assist His Majesty in starting a new career, and don't be a yes-man for the Americans. You have led 40 million people of the British Empire to resist for 5 years. We all respect you, But I hope you will always remember that you are a descendant of the noble Duke of Marlborough and the Prime Minister of Great Britain. You must show the spirit of the Empire on which the sun never sets, behave upright, and don't act like a clown. "

"I know, I know, Clement, I'm sorry!" If someone usually dared to lecture him in this tone, Churchill would have jumped up long ago, but in today's situation, he could only accept the scolding obediently.

"Let's go... we don't have much time." Attlee sighed. "This evening the Parliament will issue a statement to accept the German Armistice Agreement and welcome Edward VIII to return to the country."

The two hugged again and said goodbye. Although Porter, Brooke, Aiden and others had strong opinions on him, they still bid him a friendly farewell for the sake of the past.

"Take care of yourself!"

Eifler and the commandos hurriedly got into the plane as if they were amnesty. At 2 p.m., the last batch of planes bound for Canada was released.

After witnessing the planes flying away one by one, Admiral Porter slammed his fist on the table and shouted: "Damn, I won't give in! The murderer of Marshal Pound is on the plane. I want to avenge the marshal. I can't let him." They go to America!"

Marshal Brook asked: "What do you want!"

Portel picked up the phone: "Get me the air force staff, let the experimental group take off, and use the jet to beat them down!"

Attlee came in and replied: "No need to bother."

Porter asked doubtfully: "You think so?"

"I have a way." Big C Menzies, who had never shown up, came in. "My people have installed radio-controlled bombs on these planes..."

Everyone gasped.

It happened that the telegram also arrived, from Fraser: "The Prime Minister can let him go, but the hundreds of American soldiers who kidnapped our important personnel and killed Marshal Pound must not be spared lightly. It is recommended that they all be detained!"

All eyes were now on Attlee.

The latter thought for a moment, nodded, and said: "Don't move that Lancaster, blow up all the others!"

Menzies immediately picked up the phone: "Keep Lancaster, and the rest will execute Order No. 3..."

Evler and the commandos in the cabin were tired and sleepy, but they were all grateful that they had escaped. Today they had all seen the angry looks of the British. If looks could kill, they would have been killed a thousand times.

Suddenly, a violent explosion occurred at the wing fuel tank, and then the entire aircraft turned into a ball of fire and began to fall into the sea...

One, two... sixteen transport planes modified with B-29s, 16 planes full of commandos and officers of the 2nd Army Division, turned into fireballs one after another over the Atlantic Ocean, and all fell down.

"Sir..." Jonathan made a frightened voice, "The Americans are finished."

"Ignore them, let's go together." Churchill closed his eyes, "This is the retribution I deserve."

But after waiting for a long time, the Lancaster did not explode. The navigator received a frightening telegram: There was a bomb under the Prime Minister's chair.

It turned out to be the case after taking it apart. Churchill nodded, knowing that he had finally passed the last hurdle.

As for why he kept the Lancaster, Attlee said meaningful words: "I have a gentleman's agreement with Winston. He can cheat, but we can't do this kind of thing."

Late at night on June 21, the British Parliament held an emergency meeting: In view of the fact that King George VI and Prime Minister Churchill attempted to launch a coup and fled to Canada after being discovered, it was decided to abolish all their positions and strip away all honors, and elect Attlee to succeed the Prime Minister. Invite the Duke of Windsor to return to the country for restoration, with the title of Edward VIII.

An hour later, Edward VIII announced his acceptance of the invitation and issued an armistice request to the Axis in the name of the king...