PS: As usual, there is a shift in the evening, if you don't have time to update before twelve o'clock tonight, you will press until tomorrow to watch the fourth.

Great Britain and Belgium were separated by only the English Channel, and if it weren't for political rivalry, the British would have sent a fleet across the English Channel to the west coast of Belgium and then sent marines ashore. Want to stop the British with the Belgian Navy, which has only a few Keeling-class destroyers? Dream on.

Fortunately, due to the political situation in Europe, the British did not send troops over. But these few days have made Admiral Vermaelen sleep restless, and he has been in a situation of fear. Everyone knew that the British baron, who dared to assassinate the crown prince, was sent into the sky by a missile that fell from the sky. Although everyone tacitly agreed, they all tacitly tacitly agreed that this was the crown prince's revenge, which also made the Belgian military angry.

This was a great pleasure, but the navy was not happy, fearing that the British would break through the weak defensive line of the Belgian navy and retaliate against Belgium.

Therefore, in the past few days, the Belgian Navy has dispatched almost all warships to patrol, just to prevent the surprise attack of the British, which has exhausted everyone, and the subordinates are also full of complaints. But Vermaelen was unmoved, for he knew that these days were the most likely time for the British to take revenge on Belgium.

"I'm really old, and I can't stand such high-intensity work anymore." Vermaelen sighed, he had reached the age of retirement, and there would always be fresh blood in the Belgian Navy to take over the burden on his shoulders and become the new main force of the Belgian Navy.

"General Vermaelen, you should take a look at this." Vermaelen's staff officer placed a telegram in front of him, and Vermaelen, with a tired face, picked up the telegram and read it out word by word, "All patrol warships must return to port tonight, and no one is allowed to go out." Avoid being attacked by the British fleet. Prime Minister Arshir sincerely. ”

"Ridiculous, simply ridiculous." After reading the report, Vermaelen angrily twisted the telegram into a ball and said fiercely, "These cowards know how to calculate their own interests, and they don't know that if the Belgian Navy recalls the warship, it will be equivalent to abandoning our sea area and becoming a fat sheep to be slaughtered." This kind of prime minister is simply a disgrace to Belgium! ”

Sitting on a stool, Vermaelen beckoned to his staff and said. "I used a secret line to confirm with Prince Charlie that if you want to mobilize the navy, only the information released by the royal family and the head of government at the same time is considered effective, I always feel that this is a conspiracy."

The staff officer nodded, and he immediately dialed the special line that only belonged to the royal family and the army, and the call was quickly connected. General Vermaelen picked up the phone and didn't care about any greetings, and asked directly, "Prince Charlie, is the matter of transferring the navy back to Hong Kong really an order given by you and the prime minister at the same time?" ”

"Yes." Prince Charlie's voice sounded equally unquestionable, "All warships must be called back to port by tonight." This is an irresistible order! ”

"But isn't this the same as giving up the Belgian Navy to the British?" Vermaelen almost thought he had misheard, and he said angrily, "This is a little family business that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has worked so hard to get back for our navy, and you people dare to waste his hard work like this." Besides, if the navy does not defend against the enemy. There is simply no time to spare valuable time for the movement of the Army and Air Force. You are treason! Your Highness, I'm looking for Your Highness! ”

"General Vermaelen, please understand one thing." Prince Charlie's voice was cold and impersonal, "I am still at the helm of Belgium now." And not His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Also, the person who can remove you from your position in the Navy is me, not your Royal Highness the Crown Prince. So you just do it. Otherwise, according to military law, you will have to go to court-martial. ”

It took a long time for Vermaelen to calm himself down from his anger and agree to the unacceptable terms. After hanging up the phone, he sat down in his chair weakly and muttered to himself, "Your Highness Albert, I'm sorry for your hard work!" ”

After dealing with Vermaelen, the biggest diehard, Prince Charlie on the other end of the phone finally breathed a sigh of relief, and what he was most worried about was Vermaelen's refusal to accept the order to raise the bar with him. When the time came, Crown Prince Albert knew about it, and Prince Charlie's painstaking plan was completely aborted.

Fortunately, Vermaelen was still a soldier who kept his orders.

He stood by the window, and it was already evening, and the brilliant sunset stained half of the sky in Brussels. With everything ready, he leaned against the window, looked in the direction of the English Channel with a heavy expression, and said to himself with his eyes down, "Clement, I'll leave it to you next." ”

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Albert doesn't seem to be aware of the upheaval at the top of Belgium in the past few days, and after the Gloucester father and son are settled, he has been ignoring Belgian government affairs for several days. Of course, nothing is known about the coup d'état attempted by Prince Charles.

Today he was just alone with a bouquet of pure white flowers to Anne's grave, which was filled with the white flowers of the mourners, the petals gently swaying in the breeze.

He stood in front of the tombstone and placed the bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone. Albert looked at the black and white photo with a looming smiling face above and said softly, "Although I really hated you before, I think I have forgiven you now." Those who hurt you, they are all sent to hell. The remaining schadenfreude bystanders trembled at my revenge. ”

"They're all dead, but it's useless." Albert's nose was sour, and the young man, who had never shown timidity in front of the heads of state, actually covered his eyes and whimpered, "But you will never come back, if you don't die." ”

"No one will taunt me again......"

"I wish you didn't die......"

The neat and solemn needle pines in the cemetery danced in the wind, making a rhythmic rustling sound, accompanied by Albert's stifled crying, forming a melancholy sonata.

"From now on, I will not let any of my people suffer the same harm as you." After wiping away his tears, Albert said to himself to the tombstone, "All those who oppose Belgium will be crushed by chariots until they are crushed to pieces." ”

The moment Albert turned around, with determination and calm, he embarked on the unfinished road of revenge. Not only did he punish the damned Gloucester family, but he also wanted to make the proud Britons tremble like lambs before Belgium.

With the cruelty of iron and blood!

After coming out of the cemetery, he instructed the driver to return to the Brussels palace. Albert regained his previous indifference, as if the whole world had nothing to do with it. However, he had everything in his mind, those who thought they were in control of the whole situation, and those foreign armies who were ready to move.

"Uncle Charlie is a brilliant politician." Albert's Rising Sun intelligence agency had already intercepted his telegrams to Vermaelen. At this time, Albert was smiling at the copy of the telegram, but his eyes were as cold and ruthless as a poisonous snake, "Know who can pose the greatest threat to Belgium at the moment, take refuge in whom, use a coup d'état to overthrow my crown prince, and then use his popularity to stabilize the Belgian political situation in the shortest possible time." This move is really clever. ”

"The Belgian Navy can't count on it, and the worst thing is that, apart from nuclear weapons, there are no weapons in my Holy Grail space that can restrain the fleet. In other words, Belgium is now in a situation of being slaughtered? Albert frowned, although it was okay to wipe out a fleet with nuclear weapons, but in doing so he was tantamount to directly declaring war on all the great powers of the world.

If he is a mediocre heir to the throne, he will definitely be helpless in the face of such a situation and surrender obediently, but as a traverser of black technology, there is no word difficulty in Albert's dictionary.

"Maybe I need a weapon that can destroy all fleets in an instant, without provoking the nerves of other great powers." Albert said thoughtfully, and then it occurred to him that there was an unconventional weapon in the space that wasn't even a weapon, and might come in handy next. (To be continued......)