At two o'clock in the morning on July 13, after a busy day's work, a day of cigar smoking, and a glass of whiskey, the British Empire's wartime Prime Minister Winston. Churchill climbed into bed with a smell of alcohol.

Under the combined effect of alcohol and tiredness, two minutes later, Churchill's rhythmic snoring could be heard from the bed.

Five minutes later, the bedroom door was gently pushed open a crack, and a head crept in, listened carefully for a few seconds, and then retracted, and the door was gently closed.

The moment the door closed, there was a faint sound through the crack in the door.

"Mr. Prime Minister is already asleep, let's go and rest."

"I can finally sleep, I'm so tired."

"Be quiet, don't wake up the Prime Minister."

On the bed in the bedroom, Churchill jerked over and changed from lying on his side to his back, the muscles of his face twisted together, and the teeth in his mouth creaked...... "Countless women dressed in black and gnashing their teeth pointed to Churchill's nose and shouted.

"Winston. Churchill, stand up for me, do you have to let all the men of the British Isles live in German prisoner of war camps before you are willing to stop fighting? ”。 War Secretary Aiden shouted pointing at Churchill's nose.

"Winston. Churchill, centuries of Royal Navy glory were ruined through no fault of yours. ”

"Winston. Mr. Churchill, please let us go home. "Countless humanoid creatures wearing pot-lidded steel helmets and unable to see their faces were surrounded.

"What are you going to do?" Churchill shouted in panic.

A tall, straight figure in a military uniform stepped out of the crowd and stood in front of Churchill.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?" Churchill asked in trepidation.

"Winston. Churchill. Do you see it. The people are against you. King George VI shouted pointing at Churchill's nose.

"Idiot. A bunch of idiots, you are all fools, only I am right, only I can save the British Empire. ”

With a roar Churchill sat up from the bed, sweating profusely, his head bowed and panting heavily.

With a "bang", the bedroom door was pushed open, and a figure appeared at the door.

"Click". The lights in the bedroom are lit.

Under the glare of the light, Churchill involuntarily narrowed his eyes and shouted, "Don't turn on the lights." ”

Unmoved, the figure walked quickly to Churchill's bedside and said in a panic: "Your Excellency, the Germans have launched an air raid on us, and we need your command. ”

What the! Churchill's fat body shook, and the residual sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

Churchill pricked up his ears and heard the shrill sirens and gunfire outside, interspersed with the roar of engines.

Churchill jumped out of bed. With the assistance of the secretary, he quickly dressed up and rushed out of the bedroom to the combat duty room of the underground command post.

"Where were the targets of the Germans? How many are there? Churchill asked, standing in front of the officer.

"Only London."

The sky is still not bright. It should have been a time to sleep, but the city of London at this time has long since lost its former tranquility.

Countless columns of searchlights burst into the sky from around the city of London, leaving uninvited guests in the night with nothing to hide.

In the sound of gunfire, strings of tracer bullets dragged a bright trail through the night sky, and slammed into the German planes that appeared and disappeared in the sky.

In the sky, British fighter jets roared and pounced on the German aircraft group, fighting with the Luftwaffe escort fighters.

The two sides of the air raid and the counter-air raid chased and circled each other in the night sky, smashing hail of bullets and shells at each other.

One or two more and more planes were shot in their fuselages, and they plunged headlong into the ground with dazzling firelight, crashing into pieces.

Some unlucky fighters were even blown up and disintegrated on the spot, and the pilots spilled blood in the sky without even having a chance to parachute.

On the ground, Londoners are helping the old and the young, guided by police and soldiers, to methodically flee into bomb shelters and basements to avoid bombs that may fall at any moment.

However, in the panic of the citizens of London, the sound of aerial bombs was not heard in the city of London for a long time, and only countless "snowflakes" fell in the sky.

The Luftwaffe came and went as fast as they could, and they flew away under the chase of the Royal Air Force fighters, leaving only a snow-white patch of snow in the city of London.

Less than ten minutes after the siren went out, a newspaper was delivered to Churchill.

Churchill sat in his office, his favorite Havana cigar in his right hand, squinting at the contents of the newspaper.

After reading the eye-catching headline in the newspaper, Churchill's right hand shook involuntarily, and a few wisps of gray-white soot fell on the table.

"The blood of the British and the Germans is gone, and who will benefit?"

The title was well written, and it should have been written by Goebbels, and Churchill immediately made a judgment.

"Twenty-two years ago, the British fought with the Germans for four whole years, and this time we are ready to fight for a couple of years? Four years? Five years? Or six years?

The war 22 years ago cost 886939 British ** people, how many British ** people will lose their lives in this war? 800,000? Nine hundred thousand? Or a million?

The war 22 years ago disabled 1663435 British, how many British** will be disabled in this war? One million six thousand? One million seven million? Or 1.8 million? ”

After reading this paragraph, Churchill frowned and took two puffs of his cigar, then looked down, commenting as he went.

"Germany has no intention of attacking the British mainland? Will this shoddy strategic deception work? ”。

"Should there be peace and not war between Germany and Great Britain? The same inferior strategic deception. ”

"The war between Britain and Germany will only make the young people of both countries shed the last drop of blood, and when the blood of the British and Germans is gone, who will benefit?" Reading this, Churchill snorted contemptuously.

"At the end of the flyer, you know that it sticks to the topic, and you pass."

After reading the last line of small print, Churchill's eyes turned to the large line at the end of the newspaper.

"In order to show the sincerity of the German Government in its pursuit of peace, the German Government has decided to release 500 wounded members of the British Expeditionary Force, who will arrive in London at 2 p.m. on July 15 on the Dutch tulip cruise ship.

To find out what life was like for your family in a German prisoner of war camp, follow 77.8 MHz, the Deutsche Welle radio station, where you will hear your family's voice. ”

Churchill pressed out his cigar in the ashtray and flipped to the back of the newspaper.

"List of released personnel, 2nd Company of the 1st Battalion of the Suffolk Regiment of the 8th Infantry Brigade of the 3rd Infantry Division. Johnson, 3rd Company, 2nd Battalion, 8th Infantry Brigade, 3rd Infantry Division, East Yorkshire Regiment, 3rd Infantry Division. Sillingham"

Churchill read a few names in a row, then raised his hand to throw the newspaper aside, picked up the ivory telephone on his right hand and said, "Gather the cabinet members, I want to have a meeting." ”

On the night of 14 July, the Luftwaffe again "airraided" London, and also dropped a bunch of leaflets and drifted away

At 1:30 p.m. on July 15, 30 minutes before the arrival of the Dutch Tulip, London's Thames estuary was already crowded.

The wharves were crowded with family members, people watching the excitement, police officers maintaining law and order, reporters from major newspapers, and members of embassies from all over the world in the UK.

The most dazzling person in the crowd was not the families of the excites who were released, but the wartime Prime Minister of the British Empire, Winston. Churchill.

Seeing the well-dressed Churchill, the journalists, of course, will not let go.

"Mr. Churchill, what do you most want to say to the wounded who have been released?"

Facing the reporters' cameras, Churchill smiled and said, "I just want to say to them, welcome home." ”

In the anticipation of the crowd at the pier, the tall figure of the Tulip cruise ship came into everyone's eyes.

"It's coming, it's coming." A commotion erupted in the crowd and rushed towards the river, and the policemen held hands and exerted their strength to contain the crowd within the cordon.

The Tulip slowly docked to the shore and lowered the gangway.

British soldiers on the dock rushed up the gangway to the Tulip.

About five minutes later, a wounded British soldier on crutches appeared at the entrance of the gangway and limped down the gangway.

This was followed by a wounded British soldier who had lost his right arm

The last to disembark were the most seriously injured and incapacitated soldiers, who were either carried on the ship or carried on stretchers.

Churchill stood by the gangway and greeted every wounded British soldier who disembarked: "Welcome home, you have worked hard." ”

Behind him, there was a continuous "click" sound, and the reporters used their cameras to record this precious and moving moment

In Goering's office, Chen Dao's index finger on his right hand snapped a few times on a copy of the British "Times" in his hand, and said to Goering: "Churchill actually went to pick up the wounded and went home, and he was smart." Is it just that he thinks that this will save people's hearts? He was so naïve. ”

"I don't think your tactics will be of much use, and the most practical use is to release the wounded to save us some medical bills." Goering said.

"That's exactly what I thought, letting these seriously injured people not only save medical bills, but also exchange for a good name, killing two birds with one stone, why not do it?" Chen Dao said.

"I think it's better to use the stick, our stick is ready, and you guess how Churchill will react when he takes it?" Goering asked with a wicked grin.

"What else? It's nothing more than knocking out your teeth and swallowing them in your stomach, and then forcing a smile. (To be continued......)