Imperial Overlord

The last time the German submarine force attacked the British J-18 convoy, the men were not in a hurry to wake the sleeping British Prime Minister.

After all, it was very common for Germany to sink British transport ships in 1940.

This is not the first time this kind of thing has happened, but it has never happened on such a large scale, so the subordinates did not rush to report it, and treated it as an ordinary incident.

Later, the navy unified the caliber, and even treated this incident as a normal incident to avoid causing panic within the navy.

They insisted that it was an accident, and Churchill had to question his own judgment.

Therefore, when this time, the Navy's GH-67 transport fleet had a problem again, the corresponding officials of the Navy were all stunned there for a while, unable to speak.

"What? The GH-67 convoy was attacked?" a naval officer shot up in his office.

He should have gone to rest, but because he was concerned about the GH-67 fleet, he deliberately worked overtime tonight and did not leave his office.

Originally, he did not believe that there was such a coincidence in the world that the German submarines would attack the British fleet twice in a row.

So even though he was in his office, he didn't care about the GH-67 transport fleet, but was making coffee for himself, reminiscing about the dinner he had just enjoyed.

But when his phone rang abruptly like a thunderbolt, his good mood disappeared.

"Tell me more clearly! Do you know how much panic you will cause with such an unclear report?" His hands were shaking while holding the phone.

It's not his fault for such a gaffe, it is because he has seen the turmoil faced by the top British Navy if this matter continues to ferment.

Several generals of the Air Force are still under quarantine review. The size of the Navy is much larger than that of the Air Force.

Putting down the phone in his hand, he hesitated for a few seconds before picking up the phone again and calling his boss: "Hello? Sir... I have some bad news for you."

"Don't you want to tell me that the **** GH-67 convoy was attacked by the Germans?" On the other end of the phone, the British admiral was obviously not in his office, but was resting in his home.

Not all officers need to be at their posts, nor do they need to. The best state is when some people are on duty while others go to rest.

Hearing the sullen voice of his subordinates, the British admiral who was holding the phone at home made a casual joke.

Soon he felt that the joke was not funny at all, because the caller did not respond to his joke as usual.

"...Damn, you're talking! Isn't there really something wrong?" He regretted opening his mouth to make such a nutritious joke.

But the other party's answer made him regret it too late, and he didn't even have time to slap himself: "Your Excellency! The GH-67 transport fleet was attacked by a German submarine and suffered heavy losses..."

The general who answered the phone almost threw his receiver to the ground. As a senior general who had been through the review of the sinking of the H-Fleet Resolve, he certainly knew what was going to happen next.

At the same time, he also knew that this time, if he didn't do well, the position under his buttocks would be replaced by another person.

During his tenure, the number of British transport ships that have been sunk has been countless. At such a critical moment, two important transport fleets, J-18 and GH-67, have problems. He is undoubtedly the most directly responsible.

Under such a passive situation, it is not a good thing for him to resign quickly and surrender his power, but in the next investigation of the incident, will he still have the ability to survive without power?

"Is it a small-scale attack...or is it a large-scale attack similar to the J-18 transport fleet?" He thought about it and asked a more crucial question.

Before waiting for his subordinates to explain, he continued: "I mean, whether this incident was premeditated by the Germans or just an accident, you should consider answering me!"

"On the phone, it only said that the transport fleet suffered heavy losses, and it did not mention the scale of the enemy..." The subordinate who called began to answer what he knew.

At this time, when everyone is kicking the ball out, who will come to their own conclusions to characterize this matter? That's not a fool, it's a lunatic!

Now, even the Commander-in-Chief of the British Navy, or the Secretary of State of the Navy, will choose his vocabulary carefully when describing the nature of this matter, let alone a small officer who handles it.

He considered the words for a long time, and finally opened his mouth to describe: "Now, sir, what we can be sure of is the only thing that the fleet was attacked."

"You'd better pray quickly, praying that this attack is just an accident, or that the number of German submarines must be below three! Understand?" The admiral said to his men.

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he hung up the phone and sat down on his sofa, looking at the lady in front of him in decent pajamas.

This is his lover and a traditional British aristocrat. The other party originally brought him coffee, but was frightened by the state of his phone call.

"My dear, what happened?" This English noblewoman was someone who had seen the world. Her father was a baron, and she often went to court banquets when she was young.

"You still don't know, dear... The day of the naval command is probably going to change... Hell, maybe I'll be quarantined too, you have to pay attention to your own safety." He looked at his wife and started instructed.

While putting on his military uniform, the general arranged to his wife: "When you hear the air defense alarm, you must take the children to hide in the air raid shelter, don't have any luck..."

He looked at the city where the fire alarm was still sounding outside the window. After sighing, he continued to say pessimistically: "I may be quarantined. God knows when I may be released."

"Oh my God! How dare they treat an admiral like this? Don't they care about their demeanor and face?" His wife screamed sharply, as if being stepped on her toes.

The general's son is in the Navy, and his daughter-in-law is a nurse who is working overtime because of the bombing of London.

Therefore, the children of several grandchildren in the family are all taken care of by them, and there is a nanny at home, so I don't feel stretched.

But when the man who was the mainstay of the family, the admiral of the navy, was about to leave, the hostess immediately felt the pressure.

"Face? Demeanor?" The man put on a navy cap, touched his wife's wrinkled cheek with pity, and sneered.

"It's almost certain that there is a German spy in the high-level navy... If you don't find him, it's just a joke about his face and demeanor." Adjutant, left his residence.

"Things have become a little more complicated." An officer who was guarding outside Churchill's bedroom looked at another admiral who came, and said softly, "This time, it's hard for us to explain."

"There is no need to explain." The officer who came here looked tired, but said with relief: "We have confirmed the leak of intelligence, which shows that the spies still exist."

The officer standing outside Churchill's door said this, looking impatient: "Damn it! How can there be a German spy at this level? You? Or me?"

The admiral who had just arrived glanced behind him and found that no one else was around before turning around and scolding in a low voice: "Shut your mouth! If the intelligence department overheard, you and I will be in trouble. !"

"Could it be that we have to go through such a censorship again? Don't forget about Mr. Cooper..." The officer was still chattering, and he was afraid of another endless large-scale censorship operation.

That kind of disaster process in which nothing can be done and can only be interrogated again and again, it makes people despair to think about it.

The Cooper he mentioned was the official who could not stand suspicion during the review and committed suicide. Now his death is kept secret, casting a shadow over the entire British navy.

After a while, Dudley Pound also entered the room, he handed his coat to the squire, and then looked at the two men who were already in the room.

He smiled wryly, and with that expression of failure, he asked, "Have you not woken the Prime Minister yet?"

His question made two people in the room shake their heads~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and Dudley Pound walked outside Churchill's door and knocked on the Prime Minister's door.

"Mr. Prime Minister, First Sea Lord Dudley Pound has something important to do." The attendant who helped Pound knocked on the door of the room shouted cautiously to the room.

Churchill quickly opened the door and looked at the naval advisors waiting outside the door, as well as the First Sea Lord of the Navy and others, obviously stunned for a moment.

"Mr. Prime Minister, I have to inform you of bad news... The Germans attacked our GH-67 convoy. The specific news has not been counted."

"The commander of the fleet's **** formation called and said that the entire fleet suffered heavy losses." Another general who knew the story explained.

Churchill didn't sleep at this time, he just rested in his room. Hearing this news, he looked at Dudley Pound and suddenly realized something.

"What? The GH-67 convoy was attacked by the Germans?" After two seconds, he suddenly screamed.