Hearing Aiden's angry shout, Churchill stared into the microphone and did not speak for a long time. Pro, Baidu search eye & fast, a large number of novels are free to read.

It's Christmas Eve, not April Fool's Day, and Aiden isn't joking with himself. Even if it was a joke, Aiden would never joke about it.

Churchill forced himself to convince himself that everything Aiden said was true, and forced himself to remain calm.

"You come to me at once, and we'll discuss a solution together." Churchill said in a deep voice.

Hanging up the phone, Churchill ordered the secretary: "Notify the cabinet members of the meeting immediately." ”

The secretary was sent away, and Churchill dressed at a speed that was extremely disproportionate to his size.

Rushing into the office, Churchill shuddered and picked up the humidor on the table and pulled out a cigar and cigar cutter.

Churchill viciously cut off the round end of his cigar, then lit it and took two puffs, gritting his teeth and saying, "You pegs, you natives, you uncivilized savages.

The British Empire has given you so much freedom, and so much power, that you are not yet satisfied, and you are still rebelling.

Shameless! Shameless!

You don't deserve the tolerance of the British Empire, you don't deserve the civilization that the British Empire has spread to you, you only deserve to live a primitive life in the desert.

You can now use the power of the Germans to run rampant for a while, and wait for me to settle the Germans first, and then judge you for your evil deeds today, and the blood debt can only be paid with blood. ”

Churchill cursed as he walked around his office, his mind resting on how to get revenge on Iraq after the war was over.

It wasn't until the secretary walked into his office that Churchill's mind cleared up from his endless hatred of Iraq, and he walked into the conference room in a rage to discuss with his cabinet members how to save the situation

On the morning of 24 December, the tranquility of Baghdad, the capital of Iraq, had long since been lost.

The incessant sound of gunfire woke up every citizen, and the explosion of grenades and the thunderous shelling rang out from time to time.

Without any propaganda or orders, the citizens of Baghdad hid in their homes and hid from the fighting, allowing the sound of gunfire outside to beat their fragile nerves.

Southeast of downtown Baghdad.

At about three o'clock in the morning, the commander of the third division of the four colonels under Rashid, Salah al-Din al-Din. Colonel Sebagh received a code message for the uprising that "the Arabs are nothing but Christmas". An order was then given to the officers and men of the 3rd Division stationed in Baghdad.

The officers and men of the 3rd Division received orders and immediately launched an operation in four directions.

After a fierce battle, the rebels on the first line repelled the guards guarding the palace and entered the palace, and the main members of the royal family, including King Faisal II of Iraq, his mother and sisters, were captured.

Knowing that the palace had fallen under the control of the rebels, Rashid hurried to the palace by car, and as a veteran politician, he knew the importance of morality. It was necessary to obtain an order from the king to characterize the revolt.

Accompanied by four bodyguards, Rashid entered the splendid palace, which was now full of armed soldiers, maids and servants, who were ordered not to go out of their respective quarters, or else they would be killed.

The spacious and bright living room is filled with an oppressive atmosphere at this time. King Faisal II curled up in his mother's arms and stared pitifully at the sturdy soldiers at the door with small eyes.

Several of his sisters were huddled around his mother, Princess Alia, shivering, and the youngest sister was even so frightened that she burst into tears, sobbing and sighing throughout the living room.

Rashid's tall and lanky figure appeared at the main entrance of the living room and strode towards Princess Alia.

Princess Alia's eyes were full of panic and helplessness, staring at Rashid.

Seeing Rashid passing through the gate guarded by the "rebels" unimpeded, she knew that this "rebellion" must have been instigated by Rashid behind the scenes, and the safety of herself and her children was in Rashid's hands at this time.

Rashid walked up to Princess Alia, first bowed respectfully, and then said, "Your Majesty, Princess." You are frightened. Please rest assured that you are safe under my protection. When the fighting is over, you will be able to regain your freedom of movement. ”

Princess Alia struggled to restrain her yankuai, swallowing the word "rebellion" into her stomach, and then asked softly, "Who is fighting with whom?" Why attack the royal palace? ”

"It was the Iraqis who fought with the British and their lackeys, and as for why we attacked the palace, of course it was because the palace was hiding the lackeys of the British. In order to prevent the lackeys of the British from harming the royal family, we can only use violence. ”

Rashid came prepared, and certainly wouldn't be stumped by such a pediatric question.

Seeing that Princess Alia was still going to speak. Rashid didn't want to waste too much energy on Alia, a supporting role in the court drama, so he hurriedly preemptively said: "I have come to discuss state affairs with His Majesty, please don't stop me." ”

Rashid said as he turned and reached out to the bodyguard beside him, who handed him a colorful cardboard box.

Aliya watched Rashid's movements nervously. Constantly speculating on what he wanted to do, Faisal II stared at the cardboard box in Rashid's hand with dark and shining eyes, his eyes full of antiquity.

Rashid tore through the cardboard box three times and took out a handful of lollipops and gave one to each of Faisal II's sisters, and then handed the remaining four to Faisal II.

"This is a lollipop imported from the United States, fruit-flavored. It's delicious, Your Majesty, don't you want to taste it? ”

Rashid peeled off a lollipop wrapper with his own hands and handed it to Faisal II, with a kind smile on his face.

Children love candy, and five-year-old Faisal II is no exception.

vaguely recognizable Rashid's face, Faisal II remembered in his mind that Rashid, who frequented the royal palace, was not a bad person. He shook his little head and kept sweeping between the lollipop in front of him and his mother, and the longing in his eyes was self-evident.

Alia had the audacity to look at Rashid for a few seconds, and then she was defeated, took the lollipop from Rashid's hand and handed it to her son, and then asked, "Did you come to the palace just to give lollipops to His Majesty?" ”

"Of course not. I have come to the palace primarily to ensure the safety of you, Your Majesty, and the princesses, among other things. ”

Rashid took the briefcase that one of the bodyguards was carrying and pulled out a document from it.

"Princess, please give me His Majesty's seal, I need to stamp this document." Rashid said.

Alia looked at Rashid angrily and said, "A mere seal is invalid without the regent's signature. ”

"You don't need to worry about this, princess, give me the letter, I'm in a hurry." Rashid urged.

Knowing that she could not control the situation, Alia got up and went to the secret room to fetch the king's seal and give it to Rashid.

Confirm that the seal is genuine. Rashid carefully stamped the documents one by one, and after drying them, he put away the seal and returned it to Princess Alia.

With this stamped document, the military operation was supported by the royal power represented by Faisal II, the regime represented by Rashid, and the military power represented by the fourth colonel, and could well be characterized as a just war for Iraq's independence. And not a rebellion or a coup d'état.

"Thank you for your cooperation, your actions will make you the wisest princess in the history of Iraq." Rashid said with a smile.

"You really decided to side with the Germans, what are we going to do if the Germans lose this war?"

"Your Royal Highness the Princess, I advise you to pay more attention to the question of how to cultivate Your Majesty to become a talent, and not to worry about political matters." Rashid said lightly.

Fifteen minutes later. Rashid rushed to the radio station, which had been occupied by the rebels, with the papers, where he telegraphed the nation to declare that the military operation was a just war authorized by the king, led by the government, and carried out by the army, with the aim of driving out the shameless British invaders.

Rashid also called on the entire Iraqi people to arm themselves to wage an all-out war against the British invaders and to drive them out of Iraq.

Hearing Rashid's call on the radio, a veteran radical nationalist, the citizens of Baghdad no longer hid, but rushed out to respond enthusiastically to Rashid's call.

They stormed the British diplomatic establishment in Baghdad and quickly captured the city's main strongholds with the army.

Some agitated crowds also cooperated with the army to storm the British Embassy, capture British diplomats and some British businessmen hiding inside, and then kill them all indiscriminately.

When the reconnaissance battalion of the German 90th Light Division marched into Baghdad, the streets of Baghdad were filled with chaos and blood.

The armored car in which the battalion commander, Major Schmidt, was riding, had just turned to a wide main street. I saw a horrific scene.

A group of Iraqi soldiers and citizens with sticks and knives surrounded a woman in a black robe and shouted wildly, and then rushed up and tore at the woman's clothes.

Major Schmidt was about to send someone to stop him, but he immediately shut up.

He saw that the woman's robe was stripped off by the crowd of onlookers, revealing the figure of an old man in his fifties and sixties.

It turned out to be a man dressed as a woman, but now that he is recognized, I am afraid that the end of that guy will be very miserable.

As Major Schmidt had expected, an officer-like man parted the crowd and walked over to the old man.

Seeing the officer with a pistol in his hand, his whole body was full of murderous energy, the old man put his right hand on the top of his left chest and kept bowing to the officer. He kept talking in a hurry, obviously begging for mercy.

Without saying a word, the officer cleanly raised his hand and shot the old man in the head, and then spat hard at the old man's corpse.

The next scene made Major Schmidt shudder even more.

The onlookers swarmed up. Strip the corpse naked, and then "whip the corpse" with the stick and long knife in his hand. The corpses were soon unrecognizable, and red blood was splattered all over the streets.

"Abdullah, what crime did that man commit? Why did they treat him like this. Major Schmidt asked a captain of the Iraqi army sitting beside him.

Abdullah, an officer sent by the 1st Iraqi Infantry Division to act as an interpreter and guide, frowned at the tragic scene on the side of the street, and suddenly said, "Stop." I'll ask. ”

Moments later, Abdullah returned to the car with a look of sudden realization.

"That man is Nuri. Said, the oldest lackey of the British, is Prime Minister Gehrani's sworn enemy, always trying to make the Iraqis feel at ease to work for the British, and a traitor like him deserves this fate. ”

Seeing that the expression on Abdullah's face was so reasonable and the tone was so natural, Major Schmidt shook his head slightly.

Traitors are hated more than enemies, in all countries.

When Major Schmidt's motorcade passed past the violent crowd, the corpse's feet had been tightly roped and paraded through the streets to the crowd's drag and cheers. Where the corpse streaked, a shocking trail of blood was left on the street.

As the convoy rolled through the streets and approached the north-western corner of downtown Baghdad, Major Schmidt heard the sound of gunfire coming from outside the car.

"It's here. We get out of the car. Abdullah said.

Seeing that the car was planted with a fiery red German flag and an Iraqi flag, two Iraqi army officers ran out of the three-story building on the right side of the street.

Abdullah stepped forward, and the three of them danced and chatted in Arabic.

A few minutes later, Abdullah spoke to Major Schmidt about the progress of the battle.

"About fifty meters to the right at the intersection in front of you is the headquarters of the British, and the troops protecting this command are a reinforced company. They occupied two nearby streets and more than thirty houses to put up a stubborn resistance.

They tried to break out twice, but were repulsed by the soldiers of the 3rd Division.

They are hiding in those buildings, the 3rd Division lacks heavy weapons, there is no way to take them, what we have to do now is to cooperate with the 3rd Division to kill them. Abdullah said.

"I have been tasked with capturing their senior officers alive as much as possible, unless they do not surrender." Major Schmidt said.

"The troops of the 1st Division tried to persuade them to surrender, but to no avail." Abdullah said.

"If that's the case, we'll have to attack, but I'd like to try to persuade us to surrender."

Major Schmidt's men quickly drove vehicles along the street to the side of the road, giving way to the No. 3 assault gun, the main force of street fighting.

Instructions from Major Schmidt. The commander of the No. 3 assault gun, who was at the head, clarified his mission and then retracted into the car.

The No. 3 assault gun drove right into the middle of the intersection under the envious gaze of the surrounding Iraqi soldiers, and then made a nice turn on the spot, turning its muzzle to the street on the right.

British bullets rained down on the armor of the No. 3 assault gun, but it could not stop the No. 3 assault gun from aiming and firing.

After two crisp cannon shots, two 75mm grenades smashed into the three-story white building where the British headquarters was located opposite.

The two windows on the third floor, facing the No. 3 assault gun, were instantly covered in fire and smoke, and pieces of rubble and glass were scattered and scattered, and the shooters of the two machine gun crews hiding behind the windows turned into a pile of rotten flesh and fell in a pool of blood, and the British firepower immediately weakened.

A moment later. The smoke cleared. The two windows on the third floor disappeared and were replaced by two large irregularly shaped holes.

Major Schmidt took the opportunity to run to the wall at the corner of the intersection and shouted loudly in English through a loudspeaker: "I am Major Schmidt of the German Army, and I will give you five minutes to consider whether to surrender or not." The person who surrenders will be treated in accordance with his rank. Those who do not surrender after five minutes will be treated with machine guns and artillery, and the two guns just now are a warning to you. ”

Major Schmidt shouted three times, and then said, "Now the five-minute countdown begins, and in five minutes I will give the order for a general attack." ”

As Major Schmidt shouted, the soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion scattered along the streets around the battlefield. Together with the Iraqi army, they surrounded the recalcitrant British regiments.

Four No. 3 assault guns also pointed their muzzles at the three-story white building in the center of the battlefield from four directions.

When he heard the squeak and wrinkle of the tank's tracks outside the building, Lieutenant General Taylor, who was trapped in the building, sensed that something was wrong.

Two explosions from upstairs and the screams of soldiers confirmed his thoughts.

Hearing Major Schmidt's shout, Lieutenant General Taylor's face suddenly turned even paler.

"Four minutes left, what are we going to do?" A staff officer asked.

"It is no longer possible to break through, and there are no reinforcements, so there is no point in us fighting any longer." This was stated by the Chief of Staff, Colonel Byrd.

"Wait a little longer, maybe reinforcements from the New Zealand Division are already on the way, and General Johnson has promised to send someone to meet our retreat." Lieutenant General Taylor still said unrelentingly.

"We have now completely lost contact with the New Zealand Division and the Australian Sixth Division, and there is no point in waiting any longer." Colonel Bird said.

"Three minutes to go." The staff officer continued.

Lieutenant General Taylor was still unable to make up his mind.

Unbeknownst to Lieutenant General Taylor, the New Zealand Division, which he had regarded as his only hope, had completely collapsed, and Major General Johnson, who had promised to send troops to rescue him, had long forgotten about him as he led the remnants south from the western outskirts of Baghdad.

"In a minute and a half, the Germans have already entered Baghdad, which means that the forces on our periphery have collapsed, and even if we use the radio badly, no one will come to our rescue." Colonel Bird reminded as he stared at Lieutenant General Taylor.

Lieutenant General Taylor bowed his head and muttered something in a low voice, and Colonel Bird was immediately pleasantly surprised.

"Go find the White Flag, General Taylor has agreed to surrender." (To be continued.) )xh118