London, 10 Downing Street, London, United Kingdom.

Members of the wartime cabinet walked out of the conference room, and Churchill hobbled last.

The lengthy meeting did not lead to any constructive results, but only continued the content of yesterday's meeting, and immediately withdrew its troops from Iraq, without a single minute or a second of delay.

After the withdrawal, the British Empire would concentrate on launching an offensive in East Africa, seeking to make up for all the losses from Italy.

Bidding farewell to the Cabinet, Churchill walked to the living room with heavy steps.

It doesn't matter if Jordan is independent, it doesn't matter if Iraq is lost, it can be recaptured after the war is won.

What is really scary is that as soon as Christmas is over, those MPs and gentlemen in the House of Commons will definitely impeach themselves again.

If he can't survive this round of impeachment and is ousted, he will be replaced by a prime minister who will send peace to power, and then make peace with the Germans, which will be the deadliest blow.

He will surely go down in history as the most failed prime minister in British history.

How can you survive this impeachment? Churchill sat on the sofa in the living room and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Seeing that Churchill's face was full of gloom, the staff of the Prime Minister's Office were silent one by one, tiptoeing to do anything, lest they anger Churchill at this time.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong." The doorbell rang twice.

Moments later, a long figure strode into the living room with a gust of wind, crouched beside Churchill and shouted, "Merry Christmas." ”

Churchill was taken aback, and looked up in exasperation at the uninvited guest who interrupted his thoughts.

Another man walked into the living room. The same walked up to Churchill and shouted, "Merry Christmas." ”

Look at the looks of the two. Churchill's face quickly rearranged and combined. Turning into a kind smile.

"Merry Christmas, Randolph. And my dear little Winston, Merry Christmas. Churchill swept away the unhappiness on his face and enthusiastically greeted his son Randolph. Winston Churchill and grandson Winston Jr. Winston Churchill sent Christmas greetings.

Churchill's wife, Clementina, also went into the living room to exchange Christmas wishes with her son and grandson.

Because of the appearance of the two Churchill Gentlemen, the dark clouds that shrouded 10 Downing Street dissipated, and the staff all let go of their hanging hearts, and with the two of them present, the Prime Minister would certainly not be angry with others.

The Churchill family was happy. The staff were carefully greeted by the staff, and the 10th Downing Street was suddenly filled with festive joy and spent a relatively peaceful Christmas Eve.

The next day, Christmas.

Perhaps because he was too busy with Christmas to fight the British, Churchill did not receive any more bad news from the Germans.

Perhaps it was the conscience of the Germans that Churchill did not receive enough bad news to make his heart beat from the beginning of Christmas to the last week of December 1940, but received a series of good news.

First, good news came from the Middle East, Wavell led the remnants of the Middle East Army in Iraq to successfully escape and retreat into Yemen by sea.

Then came the good news from the East African battlefield. The Eighth Army, which had successfully recaptured British Somalia occupied by Italy, was now awaiting reinforcements. As soon as reinforcements arrived, the Eighth Army would launch a general offensive against Ethiopia.

The third piece of good news is that MI6 has finally figured out the whereabouts of that traitor Mills and is looking for an opportunity to take him out.

The fourth piece of good news is that for some unknown reason, members of the House of Commons have been slow to launch impeachment.

As the joy of the good news slowly dissipated, Churchill looked at the giant world map on the wall of his office.

Something was wrong, and in the war years, the absence of bad news was probably the biggest bad news, because it represented the calm before the storm.

Walking to his desk, Churchill stared at the brand-new 1941 desk calendar on the desk.

Tomorrow is the first day of 1941, what will happen? Hopefully there will be some good news, Churchill prayed silently.

At 9:30 a.m. on January 1, 1941, in the royal palace in Baghdad, the capital of Iraq, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Iraq, Rashid Rashid. Ali. Gerani held the first press conference of 1941 on time.

Rashid walked up to the podium in the middle of the palace hall and first saluted the journalists from all over the world, and then said in a deep voice: "It is a great pleasure to be here today, and I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to all of you for coming.

Today is January 1, 1941, the first day of the new year. Today, I am here to issue the Declaration of Iraq of Independence to express my untold love for Iraq, but also my gnashing hatred for the aggressor, and my endless sympathy for my Arab brothers who are being bullied by the British. ”

Rashid finished scanning the hall and letting the reporters take pictures and videos.

"At the end of last year, everyone knew that the most despicable and shameless thing in the history of mankind had happened in the Middle East and in Iraq!

What crimes did Iraqis commit to being so brutalized?

We are far away from Europe, far from the UK. We just farm on our own land, work on our own land, and we live a life free of the world on our own land.

However, the British came. No, not the British, but the British invading army came.

Speaking of the British invading army, I can only find one word to describe them in the thick dictionary, and that is shameless.

At the end of October 1940, without notifying the Iraqi Government, General Wavell, the leader of the British invading forces, led his troops to brazenly break into Iraqi territory despite the obstruction of the Iraqi border guards.

I wonder what this kind of behavior is called in the so-called civilized country of England?

Enter? Pass by? Or what's the other name?

However, I know that this behavior of the British ** team in Iraq can only be described in one word: aggression.

At first, in order to avoid the harm caused by the war, I mistakenly chose to respond to the British aggression with patience.

But I underestimated the shamelessness of the British invading army.

The British invading forces not only did not leave, but did so without the consent of the Iraqi government. Unauthorized landing of troops from Australia, New Zealand and India in Iraq.

What a shamelessness this is! The concessions and patience of the Iraqis have not only not bought peace and tranquillity. Instead, it has been met with increased ignorance and larger-scale aggression.

The British invading army and its lackeys have no regard for the feelings of the Iraqi people. He entered Baghdad, the capital of Iraq, without authorization, and built a defensive line in Baghdad and the towns around Baghdad, claiming to fight a decisive battle with the German ** team.

What a shamelessness this is! What qualifications do you have to station troops in the capital of an independent country without permission, and even turn their homes into combat grounds, regardless of the safety of the citizens of Baghdad?

What does the war between the British and the Germans have to do with the Iraqis?

Soon, the British invaders once again showed me their shamelessness. They ordered us to blow up the Kirkuk oil field on the grounds that it could not be left in German hands. That oil could not be allowed to be used by the Germans for war.

What a shamelessness this is! Did the aggressors not know that oil from the Kirkuk oil field was Iraq's most important resource in exchange for foreign exchange? The destruction of the Kirkuk oil field is tantamount to cutting off three-quarters of Iraq's foreign exchange sources and slashing every Iraqi people in the neck. What did the aggressor use to compensate for such a fatal injury?

However, the bottomless behavior of the aggressor made me sober up, and also made us completely understand what it means to be no most shameless, only more shameless.

As the German troops entered Iraq, the British invaders went so far as to offer to take over the command of the Iraqi army. It is necessary to maximize the combat effectiveness of the Iraqi army to fight the Germans.

What a shamelessness this is! What qualifications does the aggressor have to take over the army of an independent sovereign state, which of you can imagine. Will the British go to Russia, to the United States, or to France, claiming to take over their army?

In Iraq, however, the reality of what exists only in Europe's imagination is happening.

Iraqis are great Iraqis, the Iraqi army is an army belonging to the Kingdom of Iraq, we are not weak and incompetent Indians, nor are we descendants of the British like Australia and New Zealand.

The war of the British is not the war of the Iraqis, and the enemies of the British are not the enemies of the Iraqis, on the contrary, they are the friends of the Iraqis, and they are a righteous army, a mighty army.

The true and complete independence of the Kingdom of Jordan has made it clear to Iraqis who our enemies are. Who are our friends?

For friends like the Germans, Iraqis send flowers and milk.

Towards enemies like the British, what awaits them is the muzzle of the Iraqis.

In the early hours of 24 December, the Iraqi army fired its first shot in Baghdad against the British invading forces.

The gunfire of that day was a glory for all the people of Baghdad! It is also a glory for all Iraqis!

If one Iraqi falls, tens of millions of Iraqis will stand up!

It is a universal truth that the aggressor will die at the gunpoint of the people's resistance. The truth will always exist, and there is no anti-people force in history that has not been destroyed by the people! The British invading army was no exception, and the head of the invading army, British Prime Minister Winston Churchill, could not escape the punishment of truth.

History has given our generation of Iraqis the task of striving for true independence for our children and grandchildren, and we must not flinch from fulfilling the heavy responsibility that history has entrusted to us!

Here, I would like to appeal to our Arab brothers in Yemen, Oman and Qatar, who are being oppressed by the shameless British aggressors, to courageously take up arms to fight the aggressors, and to drive out the aggressors with our sacrifice and our spirit of not fearing death.

Victory will be ours, for the truth will always exist! ”

The thunderous applause almost toppled the roof of the royal palace and deeply pricked Churchill's eardrums in front of the radio.

Originally, I was just curious to hear what kind of arrogant clamor the traitor Rashid would make on the first day of the new year, but I didn't expect to hear a blood-specific article about Yingxuan.

Churchill squinted his eyes, and there was a fierce light in his eyes.

Wait for the British ** team to kill the Italians and recover East Africa, and then come to clean up you barbarians.

The blood debt you owe to the British Empire must be paid with blood

Port of Kiel, Germany, Command of German Naval Aviation.

Chen Dao sat alone in front of the radio in the office and quietly listened to Rashid's passionate speech, and exclaimed in his heart.

Unless Churchill did not hear this speech, if he did not vomit three liters of blood after hearing it, it would only mean that he had practiced the thick character technique in thick black science to the peak of perfection.

Churchill heard that if he had not suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, it would only show that he really was "what a shamelessness!" ”

It's a pity, it's a pity, for a person like Churchill, you can't defeat it with a mouth cannon alone, you have to use a cannon.

Two of the three blows of love have already been delivered, and the deadliest third is about to be struck, and may Churchill's nerves be tough enough.

The phone on the desk rang suddenly, and Chen Dao picked up the microphone and asked, "I'm Heinz. Feng. Who are you, Rosen? ”

Goering's deep baritone voice emanated from the phone.

"The Yuan wants to see you, come to Berlin at once, and leave now."

"What's the matter?" Chen Dao asked.

"I'll tell you when you come, I don't know."

Ten minutes later, Chen Dao walked down the stairs with four attendants.

Pushing open the door on the first floor, Chen Dao had just walked five or six meters away when he heard a discordant sound overhead.

"Quack"

Chen Dao looked up at the sky and happened to see a huge crow flying overhead.

Chen Dao lowered his head and stood still, the solemn expression on his face made the four followers feel cold, the commander has been extremely unstable in the past few days, and he will come to a "hundred chickens" at every turn, and now this expression, should it be to go berserk 1

Chen Dao snorted a heal breath from his nose, raised his hand and took off his big-brimmed hat and put it flat on his chest.

The four attendants clearly saw a small lump of unidentified objects with black and white lying on top of the large-brimmed hat.

"It was unlucky to be accurately hit by the flying thunder excreted by the crows, and it was definitely a bad omen." Chen Dao stared at the unknown object on the top of his hat and muttered to himself

Five minutes later, Chen Dao changed into a new military hat and walked out of the building and got into the long-awaited car.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Chen Dao was wondering what would happen to Hitler, when suddenly there was a muffled sound of "bang" in his ears, and the car immediately rushed to the right side of the road, hit the flower bed headlong and stopped.

Fortunately, it was in the naval base, and the speed was not fast, so there were no casualties.

Ten minutes later, the driver, with the cooperation of Chen Dao's four attendants, put on new tires for the car, and the group set off again.

Chen Dao leaned on the back seat with his arms crossed, his heart full of apprehension.

How can this thing be so evil? First the crow crowed, and then the car burst a tire.

This time I went to Berlin, it will definitely not be good. (To be continued......)