Chapter 405: The Briton Who Can't Sit Still

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"On the morning of March 5, 1885, seven days after the humiliating defeat at the Battle of Cairo, I received the news that the captured soldiers of the Empire would be tried by the pagan army of Egypt on the banks of the Nile outside the city. www.biquge.info At that time, I thought to myself, with the tyrannical power of the world hegemon of the British Empire, the shameful Egyptians would not do anything bad to our soldiers. Perhaps they simply want to take advantage of the opportunity to defeat the Empire to assert their strength, and to gain an advantage in negotiations with the Empire, and then to gain independence. ”

"As a citizen of the empire on which the sun never sets, the Englishmen I knew around me at the time, including Tom, a stingy businessman, thought so, because even the powerful French and Germans did not dare to challenge the authority of the empire in this world. With this in mind, my colleagues and I followed the flow of people from the city of Cairo to the banks of the Nile, which is located 10 kilometers outside the city. But the next scene made me feel a lot of worry. For more than 10,000 valiant Imperial soldiers, with their hands tied behind their backs and black hoods, kneeling facing the dusky waters of the Nile, each of them stood an Egyptian soldier in a disgusting yellow uniform with a bayonet on his rifle in his hand. ”

"Seeing this scene reminds me of the scene on Newcastle White Street, where the prisoner was guillotined after receiving a fair trial. However, I soon put this somewhat ridiculous idea behind me, for there was no other country in the world that would dare to openly kill the soldiers of the British Empire, even if they were defeated! ”

But soon we were completely stunned by what happened next. For I saw that more than 10,000 British soldiers were brutally murdered by the waving of the little blood-red red flag, and the cruel Egyptians threw their bodies into the Nile. Soon another group of captured Imperial soldiers were pressed up. Although they tried to resist, they did not escape the fate of being killed. In the time that followed, batch after batch of soldiers were brutally slaughtered. Although we shouted hoarsely, we did not save a single soldier from the demons. We were completely stunned to look at the blood-stained Nile and the corpses that filled the river and stretched all the way to the horizon. ”

"The devil. These Egyptian soldiers and the National Independence Army that led them were devils. In one day, more than 200,000 British soldiers were brutally slaughtered, and on this day Satan extended his hand to England; Hell has come to earth!"

"As a devout Christian, I ask the Lord Almighty to send down your holy light of mercy and purify this land polluted by demons. Let them return to the bosom of the Lord!

March 6. The front page of The Times carried the article "The Red Nile" by Darren Bentley, a graduate of the Department of Archaeology at the University of London, in which the author described the brutal murder of 216,528 British soldiers by the Egyptian National Independence Army (INA).

And as the newspapers continued to be printed, more and more British people saw the news in the newspapers, and soon the whole of Britain, especially England, boiled violently like boiling water. Although the proud British did not believe that weak Egypt would dare to treat the soldiers of the British Empire in this way, the Times was the largest news outlet in Britain. Obviously, they don't publish indiscriminately. This is especially the kind of major news that can cause violent upheaval in the whole society.

Soon, like snowflakes, letters asking for the truth of the matter flew to London's Downing Street.

But. With the passage of time, although there was no official British answer, Germany, France, Spain, the Netherlands, Italy, and almost all other European countries published almost the same content as the Times, and these news all proved that Britain was shamefully slaughtered by soldiers in Egypt, and all the captured soldiers were brutally slaughtered by the Egyptians.

And with the confirmation of this news, coupled with the serious economic crisis, the situation in Britain has become more turbulent, and many soldiers' families have begun to gather like London, they shouted the slogan of 'revenge' and 'kill all the Egyptians', and surrounded Downing Street.

"Bang! bang!" With the sound of something falling to the ground and shattering bones, Hull clearly heard the violent roar of William Jurt Gladstone, now the British Prime Minister, outside the door, "Bastards, devils, these damned Egyptian brutes, heretics, sooner or later I will kill them all......!"

As the Prime Minister's Parliamentary Secretary, Hull understood the reason for Gladstone's anger at the moment, because the British Intelligence Service had just received a telegram from Alexandria, Egypt, and just this morning, March 7, 865 of the captured middle and senior officers of the British Egyptian Expeditionary Force, including Seymour, the commander of the expeditionary force, were crucified on a cross outside Egypt.

"Bang bang!"

"Come in!" Gladstone said as he stroked his forehead as he heard the knock at the door, his face pale and tired. It's been hell for him for the past few days, and the pressure from all over Britain is going to crush him. It may be that all the difficult things in his life combined are not as great as the difficulties caused to him by the events of Egypt.

Pushing open the door carefully, Hull couldn't help but look at the shattered coffee cups on the floor, the papers still everywhere, the messy desk, and Gladstone's old, thin face. He knew in his heart that it was not Prime Minister Gladstone's fault that the war on the front line in Egypt was like this, after all, he had been working hard to stabilize the economic situation in Britain over the years, and had spared no effort to support the war in Egypt.

Originally, these two things have been developing in a good direction through his efforts, and the economic downturn in Britain has ended, and although the stock market is still withering, at least it has returned to stability. After three years of fighting, Egypt finally occupied Egypt and defeated the army of Mohammed al-Arabi's Fatherland Party, and it can be said that Egypt is just around the corner to become a colony of the British Empire.

But at this last moment, an Egyptian independence army suddenly appeared, which had never appeared in Egypt, and defeated Seymour's nearly 400,000 troops in Cairo. What is even more unbelievable is that they actually launched a massacre and slaughtered all the soldiers who captured the British. Such things were rare even in ancient times, let alone in a modern society of freedom, democracy, and human rights.

And such a massacre, which is rare in the history of the world for thousands of years, took place in the United Kingdom, and it was during the period when Gladstone was prime minister, which is really a bit unlucky. Moreover, Gladstone's contribution to the wise leadership of Britain over the past few years has also been erased in this incident.

"Hull, what's the matter?" asked Gladstone, frowning, after massaging his temples with both hands.

"Prime Minister, Her Majesty has summoned you at the Palace!" Hull said with a calm expression.

"Queen?" Gladstone paused, his brow twitched a few times, and then asked again, "Has Her Majesty summoned anyone else besides me?"

"Well, in addition to you, Her Majesty has summoned His Excellency Henry Haddington, Secretary of State for the Interior, Earl Granville, Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs, Henry Petham, Secretary of Justice, George Oleg, Chancellor of the Exchequer, Marquess Henry Petham, Earl Frederick North, Minister of State for War, Richard Haldane, Secretary of State for War, and Robert Gascoyne Count Selcy, First Sea Secretary!"

Hearing this, Granston's face changed, because almost all of these people were members of the current British Cabinet, as well as the supreme commander of the British Navy and Army.

"By the way, Prime Minister, I have just heard that before Her Majesty summoned you, more than 50 nobles, including the Duke of Fife, the Earl of Nicholas Windsor, the Duke of Kent, the Earl of Beaconsfield, the Earl of Roseberry, and the Earl of John Russell, all went to Her Majesty's palace. ”

After listening to Hull's words, Gladstone walked out, frowned, sighed secretly in his heart, and shook his head, he knew that these people would jump out sooner or later, because although most of the children of the British nobles were in the navy, there must be many in the army, and among the officers who died outside the city of Egypt were their relatives and children. It's clear that they're not as calm as Gladstone.

Therefore, these members of the House of Lords, who have great influence in the United Kingdom, went directly past the cabinet and found the queen. Now, Gladstone can be sure that 80% of the reason for the Queen's summons this time is because of these people. However, despite this thought, Gladstone did not feel the slightest relief in his heart, because he knew that in order to calm the anger of the people, someone had to bear the responsibility for the military defeat in Egypt and the massacre against the British. As Prime Minister, he is one of the best candidates.

"But that's fine, I don't have to worry about these annoying government affairs all day long!" Thinking of this, Granston turned around and took one last look at the prime minister's office behind him, gently closed the door, and then glanced at the protesters gathered outside, then turned and walked down the stairs.

An old and lonely aura rose from Granston's body, and Hull, who was walking behind, looked at Gladstone, who was a little stumbling in his footsteps, and couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart. (To be continued.) )