At 2 a.m. on July 13, after finishing a day's work, smoking a day's cigar, and drinking another glass of whiskey, Winston Churchill, the British Empire's wartime prime minister, climbed onto the bed with a smell of alcohol.

Under the dual effects of alcohol and fatigue, two minutes later, Churchill's rhythmic snoring came from the bed.

Five minutes later, the bedroom door was gently pushed open a gap, and a head quietly stretched in. After listening carefully for a few seconds, it shrank back and the door was gently brought up.

The moment the door was closed, a slight sound came from the crack of the door.

"Mr. Prime Minister is asleep, let's go and rest."

"I can finally sleep, so tired."

"Sound down, don't wake up the Prime Minister."

On the bed in the bedroom, Churchill suddenly turned over, lying on his side to lying on his back, the muscles on his face twisted into a ball, and the teeth in his mouth creaked.

"Winston Churchill, you executioner, you return my son." Countless women in black and gritted teeth shouted at Churchill's nose.

"Winston Churchill, stand me up. Do you have to let all the men in the British Isles live in the German prisoner-of-war camp before you can get the truce?" Secretary of the Army Aiden shouted at Churchill's nose.

"Winston Churchill, the Royal Navy's hundreds of years of glory was destroyed by your fault."

"Mr. Winston Churchill, please let us go home." Countless humanoid creatures wearing pot-covered helmets, unable to see clearly.

"What are you...what are you going to do?" Churchill shouted in panic.

A tall and tall figure in military uniform came out of the crowd and stood in front of Churchill.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?" Churchill asked in panic.

"Winston Churchill. Do you see that the people are against you." King George VI of England shouted, pointing at Churchill's nose.

"Idiots. A bunch of idiots, you are all idiots. Only I am right, and only I can save the British Empire."

With a roar, Churchill stood up from the bed, sweating all over his body, lowered his head and panted heavily.

With a "bang", the bedroom door was pushed open and a figure appeared at the door.

With a "click", the electric light in the bedroom was lit.

Under the dazzling light, Churchill couldn't help but squint his eyes and shouted loudly: "Don't turn on the light."

The figure was unmoved and walked to Churchill's bedside and said in panic: "Your Excellency, the Germans have launched an air strike on us. We need your command."

What! Churchill's fat body shook, and the remaining sleepiness disappeared instantly.

Churchill pricked up his ears, and sure enough, he heard a harsh alarm sound and gunfire sound from outside, mixed with the roar of the engine.

Churchill jumped out of bed. With the help of his secretary, he quickly dressed neatly and rushed out of the bedroom, and came to the combat duty room of the underground command post.

"Where are the targets of the German air strikes? How many are there?" Churchill asked in front of the duty officer.

“Only London.”

The sky is still not bright. It should be time to sleep well, but at this time, the city of London is no longer as quiet as before.

Countless searchlight columns soared into the sky from inside and outside London, leaving uninvited guests who were walking in the night without any escape.

Amid the sound of gunfire, a series of tracer bullets dragged bright trails to cut through the night sky, and rushed straight to the German planes that appeared and disappeared in the sky.

In the sky, British fighter jets roared at the German fleet and fought with the Luftwaffe's escort fighter jets.

The air strikes and anti-aircraft strikes chased each other in the night sky, hovering, and smashing hail-like bullets and artillery shells at each other.

One, two... More and more aircraft were shot in the fuselage, and they plunged head to the ground with dazzling flames, hitting them to pieces.

Some unlucky fighter jets were even beaten and disintegrated on the spot, and the pilots didn't even have the chance to jump and sprinkled blood in the sky.

On the ground, London citizens helped the elderly and the young, and under the guidance of police and soldiers, they fled into the air raid shelter and basements in an orderly manner to avoid bombs that might fall at any time.

However, in the fear of the London citizens, there was no sound of air bomb explosions in central London, and only countless "snowflakes" fell in the sky.

The Luftwaffe came and went quickly. They left behind under the pursuit of Royal Air Force fighter jets, leaving only a snow-white patch on the city of London.

Less than ten minutes after the alarm went out, a newspaper was delivered to Churchill.

Churchill sat in his office, holding a favorite Havana cigar in his right hand, squinted his eyes and glanced at the contents of the newspaper.

After seeing the eye-catching title in the newspaper, Churchill's right hand couldn't help but shake, and a few wisps of grayish-white ashes fell on the table.

"Who will benefit from the blood of the British and Germans?"

The title is well written, and it should be written by Goebbels, and Churchill made a judgment immediately.

"Twenty-two years ago, the British fought against the Germans for four years. How many years are we going to fight this time? Four years? Five years? Or six years?

The war twenty-two years ago caused 886,939 British people to lose their lives. How many British people will this war lose their lives? 800,000,000,000, or one million?

The war twenty-two years ago disabled 1663,435 British people. How many British people will be disabled in this war? One million, six million, one million, or one million, or one million, or one.8 million?”

After reading this paragraph, Churchill frowned and sucked two chess of the cigar, then looked down, and commented while reading.

"Germany has no intention of attacking the British mainland? Will this poor strategic deception work?"

"What exists between Germany and Britain should be peace rather than war? The same inferior strategic deception."

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"The war between Britain and Germany will only make the young people of both countries shed the last drop of blood on their bodies. The blood of the British and Germans will flow. Who will benefit?" After reading this, Churchill snorted contemptuously.

"The flyer finally knows that you can follow the topic and pass the exam."

After reading the last line of small characters, Churchill turned his eyes to the big characters at the end of the newspaper.

"In order to show the sincerity of the German government in pursuit of peace, the German government decided to release 500 wounded soldiers from the British Expeditionary Force. They will arrive in London on the Dutch Tulip cruise ship at 2 pm on July 15. The list of released people will be found in the second edition of this newspaper.

If you want to know about your family’s life in a German prison camp, please pay attention to 77.8 MHz, Deutsche Radio, where you will hear your family’s voice.”

Churchill pressed the cigar in the ashtray and turned to the back of the newspaper.

"List of release personnel, 2nd Company, 2nd Company, 1st Battalion, Suffolk County Regiment, 8th Infantry Brigade, 3rd Company, 2nd Battalion, 2nd Battalion, East Yorkshire Regiment, 3rd Company, 2nd Battalion, 2nd Battalion, 3rd Company, 2nd Battalion, East Yorkshire Regiment, 3rd Company, 2nd Battalion, 3rd Company, 2nd Battalion, 3rd Company, 2nd Battalion, 3rd Company, 2nd Battalion, 3rd Company, 2nd Battalion, 3rd Company, 2nd Battalion, 3rd Company, 2nd Battalion, 3rd Company, 2nd Battalion, 3rd Company, 2nd Battalion, 3rd Company, 2nd Battalion, 3rd Company, 2nd Bat

Churchill said a few names in a row and raised his hand and threw the newspaper aside, picked up the ivory phone on his right hand and said, "Call the cabinet members, I want to have a meeting."

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On the night of July 14, the Luftwaffe "air raided" London again, and also threw down a pile of leaflets and left.

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At 130 pm on July 15th, there were still thirty minutes before the Dutch Tulip cruise ship arrived, but the mouth of the Thames in London was already crowded.

The families of the released people, the people watching the fun, the police maintaining public order, the reporters from major newspapers, and members of the embassies of countries around the world in the UK squeezed the dock out of reach.

Among the crowd, the most dazzling person was not the excited release of the family members of the people, but the British Empire's wartime prime minister Winston Churchill.

Of course, the reporters would not let go when they saw the well-dressed Churchill.

"Mr. Churchill, what do you want to say to the released wounded people most when you see them?"

Facing the reporters' cameras, Churchill smiled and said, "I just want to say one thing to them, welcome home."

As the crowd was looking forward to the pier, the tall figure of the Tulip cruise ship came into view.

"Here, come." A commotion broke out in the crowd and rushed towards the river. The police held hands and used their strength to control the crowd within the cordon.

The Tulip slowly docked on the shore and lowered the gangway.

British soldiers who were waiting on the dock rushed up the tulip along the gangway.

About five minutes later, a British soldier with a cane appeared at the entrance of the gangway and limped down the gangway.

Then there was a British wounded soldier who had lost his right arm...

The last one disembarked were the most seriously injured and incapable of moving soldiers. They were either carried by others on a cruise ship or carried off the cruise ship on a stretcher.

Churchill stood by the gangway and greeted every British wounded soldier who had disembarked: "Welcome home... Thank you for your hard work."

A series of "clicks" sounded behind him, and the reporters used the cameras in their hands to record this precious and moving moment.

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In Goring's office, Chen Dao's right index finger bounced a few times on the Times from the UK in his hand and said to Goring: "Churchill actually went to pick up the wounded and went home in person. He was smart. But did he think this would win back people's hearts? He was so naive."

"I don't think your method will have much effect. Releasing the wounded can save us some medical expenses. "Goring said.

"That's what I think. Releasing these seriously injured people can not only save medical expenses, but also earn a good reputation. It kills two birds with one stone. Why not do it?" Chen Dao said.

"I think the big stick is more useful. Our big stick is ready. Guess what will happen if Churchill reacts after being beaten?" Goering asked with a wicked smile.
Chapter completed!