"Ah, out of the war? It's impossible, Lisa. ”

Thoughtfully pulling out the pen and moving it between his fingers, Home Secretary Blair's answer came quickly, mixed with a bit of personal feelings:

"Not only will the Americans not let us do this, but the hardliners in the cabinet will not take this catastrophe lightly either.

The war will continue, my lady; But there is one thing that I fully agree with you, and that is that the threat of nuclear weapons is useless against the Russians. - Oh, the high-ranking and majestic Lord Mountbatten is still trying to replicate the Iron Lady's set: our enemy, the vast Soviet Russia, has more than 30,000 nuclear warheads, but he thinks that this polar bear is a waste like Argentina, and will be afraid of the threat of our few 'avant-garde'!

Forget it, dear Lisa!

Anyway, the matter has been decided, and the televised speech will soon begin; The glorious United Kingdom, since we cannot sway her forward, now we can only continue to do our part. ”

About twenty minutes later, in the main hall of the Houses of Parliament next to Big Ben in the historic district of Westminster of Greater London, almost all the members of Parliament of the United Kingdom had gathered here and a public address by the Prime Minister was about to begin.

The spacious and bright Westminster Hall was now filled with seats, and the curved wooden dome far from the ground was illuminated by the light, leaving a large shadow of the dim frame on the dome.

As a symbol of the British royal power, Westminster Hall, the grand hall of the Houses of Parliament. A landmark that has witnessed many rituals and events since its construction. Originally, it was already a historical building. Today, however, it was used as a venue for the Prime Minister's speech, and members from both houses of the British Parliament whispered in droves, knowing that today would be an unusual day in British history.

But today, at a time when the war is raging and the Russians are gathering momentum across the sea, what news will Your Excellency the Prime Minister announce?

Everyone's question will be answered soon.

It was close to 10 o'clock in the morning, and on the side of the deep and wide grand hall, staff from BBC, ITV, SKY and other TV media were ready. The reporters were all blocked from the isolation line, and on the podium, which was focused by countless long guns and short guns, John Major, dressed in a dark suit, did not hold the speech in his hand, and at this time he was talking passionately:

“…… Yes, in the face of crisis, the forces of the free world have been fighting valiantly, fighting bloodily to defend universal values; Our staunch ally, the United States of America, as well as our glorious Kingdom of Britain, have been working tirelessly over the past few months to stop the onslaught of the evil empire.

Today. Just on the other side of the narrow English Channel, on the land of Europe where the flag of freedom once flown its flag. The tracks of the Russians' tanks crushed countless homes, turning the picturesque land of Western Europe into war-torn ruins. In the face of an evil enemy of unprecedented strength, I, the Prime Minister of the Government of the Kingdom of Britain, at this time empathize with every citizen of the Kingdom; I know that in the face of the monstrous flames of world war, some people are afraid and some are hesitating, but there are also people who are determined and unwavering; Some people are evading responsibility, some people are trying to survive, but there are even more people who are doing their best at their posts and fighting to the death for the honor and dignity of the country!

Citizens of Britain, we must keep in mind this absolute law:

The dignity and worth of the free world must be defended by everyone's efforts; Every inch of the United Kingdom needs its people to fight for.

Fourteen years ago, in the majestic Palace of Westminster, Margaret Thatcher led us all in declaring war on the enemy who occupied the territory of the kingdom; Today, on behalf of the Government of the Kingdom of Britain, I solemnly pledge that the United Kingdom will continue to fight at the forefront of the struggle against evil and centralization, and will never waver in the fight to the end!

Yes, we will fight to the death, this is our declaration of battle.

But at the same time, you must understand that courage and will are not enough in the face of the tidal tide of evil tyranny, and in the face of the Russian storm that has swept through Western Europe.

In order to fight the enemy, in order to strive for victory, we must put aside our scruples, cooperate sincerely with our allies, and mobilize the forces that we can use to fight against the evil empire; Here, in my capacity as Commander-in-Chief of the three armed forces of the United Kingdom, I announce a very important decision: The Kingdom of Britain will take over the control of the Trident II missile weapon system controlled by the United States of America from today, and the Kingdom's nuclear weapons launch decision-making chain will now be complete, and our country will determine for itself the value and principles of the use of strategic weapons, and if necessary, use a force to counter any aggression or threat!

In the face of the surging imperial army, the threat of an evil regime is imminent, and the fierce fighting over the strait has shown the Russians our courage and strength.

So today, here and again, on behalf of the Kingdom of Britain, I issue a solemn warning: the god of the sea is now in his hands, and the United Kingdom is fully prepared to launch a thunderous counterattack against any invading enemy, and use all available means to fight back against the enemy!

If the enemy dares to attack, the day when the iron hooves of evil and centralized power set foot on British soil will be the day when the nuclear fire of the 'Trident' missile will burn everywhere!

Fight, citizens! In the face of a strong enemy, we have nothing to fear.

May God bless glorious Britain and give us infinite strength to destroy an evil enemy! ”

In the morning Westminster Hall, John Major's excited voice reverberated back and forth between the wooden frame and the dome.

While the people of the United Kingdom gathered in front of their television sets to listen anxiously to the Prime Minister's speech, across the vast Eurasian continent, Western Europe was still rising and the sun was gradually becoming stronger, while the easternmost island nation of the continent had fallen into a deep twilight.

In the early winter of the end of October, a drizzle that began in the afternoon washed the streets and alleys of the bustling city of Tokyo. The dark clouds have not yet cleared, and in the center of Tokyo, where land is at a premium, there is a large area of old-fashioned buildings that stand among the lush greenery.

Behind the high walls, the light in the rust-green bronze roof of the palace also seemed dimmer than usual in the evening.

The traditional means of lighting are deliberately retained, and in the cold and invisible palace, a few candles are like ghost fires, so that the extremely open but extremely low hall is full of ghosts, like a hideous monster that is sleeping for a moment and still wriggling, so that the whole palace is filled with a strange and inexplicable atmosphere.

In the palace, on the side of the couch facing the main entrance, a lonely figure was facing away from the setting sun, and there was not a trace of cold wind blowing in the dreary hall, and the hem of the tailor-made suit was motionless.

"What is the decision of the matter now?"

Opposite the standing man, Emperor Akihito, dressed in an ochre-colored robe with wide sleeves and a low and oppressive hall, sitting in a low and oppressive hall with no dim sunlight shining on his body, was silent for a long time before he uttered a rebuke that seemed to be an inquiry, but was actually a rebuke, and he was waiting for an answer from the person behind him.

In the face of Emperor Akihito's questioning, the standing man seemed to be speechless, but he finally had to speak, and after some deliberation, he confided in a slightly hesitant word:

"Your Majesty, this matter ...... It is a matter of importance, and it is appropriate to ask the prime minister and others to cut in the middle, and we think that it is ...... There is no need. ”

"Mr. Kangcheng, that's your answer, isn't it?"

“……”

In the dimly lit palace, there was no one around for dozens of meters, and the thin old man called "Mr. Yasunei" stood with his hands in his hands with a silent expression, and did not continue to answer the emperor's question. As a veteran member of the Japanese government, Yasunari Kawabata, as the current foreign minister of the cabinet, actually knows very well what Akihito thinks, but his responsibilities and identity make him reluctant to make this clear.

The day of the grim day is approaching day by day, and at such a time when the fate of the society is at stake, is His Majesty the Emperor finally going to intervene in state affairs?

Thinking of the government business that was about to take place this evening, the elderly foreign minister took a few long breaths behind Akihito, and suddenly he felt that he should not have come today, even in response to the emperor's edict. In such a wonderful country as Japan, when did the so-called divine monarchy ever really play a role? The person who decides the future of 10,000,000 people, he Kawabata Yasunari may not have guessed it, but he certainly will not be a symbol of the national spirit who is convinced by the gods in front of him, has a clear head, but does not have any real power.

"That's it, Mr. Kangcheng."

After waiting for a moment and getting no response, Emperor Akihito in the shadows kept his eyes on the candlelight, and no one could see a tiredness on his face that could not be concealed:

"I've heard about it here, and I don't bother you to do it afterwards.

The fate of my sunrise country is in whose hands, sir, you must have understood as clearly as all of you in the cabinet, and it is useless to talk about today's affairs. ”

As he spoke, he turned around and slowly walked towards the foreign minister standing behind him, and did not stop for a moment when he passed by, Emperor Akihito, dressed in a wide robe, walked step by step towards the main entrance of the palace with the door open, he stopped when he was about to step out of the palace, and looked at the extremely open palace in front of him without blinking, and the endless gloomy dark clouds in the sky; In a pair of dark pupils with lowered eyelids, I can't tell what kind of complicated feelings are flashing.

And so it was, until the sound of the rain sounded and faded again, and the characteristic dull roar of the palace's bronze roof disappeared from his ears, that the melancholy Emperor Akihito withdrew his gaze and looked instead at the flat wooden floor beneath his feet:

"Please come back, Mr. Kangcheng." (To be continued......)