No. 10 Downing Street, London, the capital of the United Kingdom.

Members of the wartime cabinet walked out of the conference room one after another, and Churchill staggered at the end.

The lengthy meeting did not achieve any constructive results, but only continued the content of yesterday's meeting. The troops were immediately withdrawn from Iraq, and there could not be any delay in a minute or a second.

After the withdrawal of troops, the British Empire will concentrate all its efforts to launch an offensive in East Africa and seek compensation for all the losses from Italy.

Saying goodbye to the cabinet members, Churchill walked towards the living room with heavy steps.

It doesn't matter if Jordan becomes independent, it doesn't matter if Iraq is lost. It can be taken back after the war is won.

What is really scary is that after Christmas, the gentlemen and gentlemen in the lower house will definitely impeach themselves again.

If you cannot survive this round of impeachment and be dismissed, and a peacemaker will be replaced by a peacemaker and then negotiate peace with the Germans, this will be the most fatal blow.

After the talks, as the British Prime Minister who lost Malta, the Suez Canal, the Middle East, and most of East Africa, he will definitely be recorded in history as the most failed prime minister in British history.

How can I survive this impeachment? Churchill sat on the sofa in the living room and couldn't help but fall into deep thoughts.

Seeing the flesh on Churchill's face full of gloom, the staff at the Prime Minister's residence were all silent and tiptoed to do anything, for fear of angering Churchill at this time.

"Dingdong, Dingdong." The doorbell rang twice.

A moment later, a tall figure walked into the living room with a strong wind, squatting beside Churchill and shouting, "Merry Christmas."

Churchill was startled and looked up angrily at the uninvited guest who interrupted his thoughts.

Another person walked into the living room. He also walked to Churchill and shouted loudly: "Merry Christmas."

Seeing the two of them clearly, Churchill's face quickly rearranged and combined into a kind smile.

"Merry Christmas, Randolph. And my dear little Winston, Merry Christmas." Churchill swept the unhappiness on his face and sent Christmas greetings to his son Randolph Churchill and his grandson Winston Churchill enthusiastically.

Churchill's wife Clementina also walked into the living room and her son, and her grandson expressed Christmas wishes to each other.

Because the appearance of the two Mr. Churchills, the clouds covering No. 10 Downing Street dissipated, and the staff all let down their hanging hearts. With the two of them present, the Prime Minister would definitely not take his anger on others.

Churchill's family was having fun. The staff were welcomed carefully by the side. No. 10 Downing Street was immediately filled with festive joy and had a relatively safe Christmas Eve.

The next day, Christmas.

Perhaps because he was busy spending Christmas and had no time to attack the British, Churchill did not receive any bad news from the Germans.

Perhaps it was the Germans who found out that from Christmas to December 31, Churchill did not receive any bad news that would make him frightened in the last week of 1940, but instead received a series of good news.

First, good news came from the Middle East. Vevere led the remnants of the Middle East Army in Iraq to successfully escape and retreated into Yemen by sea.

Then there was good news coming from the East African battlefield. The Eighth Army successfully recovered British Somalia occupied by Italy and is now waiting for reinforcements. As soon as the reinforcements arrive, the Eighth Army will launch a general attack on Ethiopia.

The third good news is that MI6 finally found out the whereabouts of the traitor Mills and was looking for an opportunity to kill him.

The fourth good news is that for some reason, the members of the House of Commons have not launched impeachment for a long time.

As the joy of the good news slowly faded, Churchill looked at the giant world map on the office wall.

The taste is a bit wrong. In the war era, the biggest bad news is probably not bad news, because it represents the tranquility before the storm.

Walking to the desk, Churchill stared at the brand new 1941 calendar on the table.

Tomorrow is the first day of 1941. What will happen? I hope there will be some good news, Churchill prayed silently.

At 9:30 am on January 1, 1941, in the palace of Baghdad, the capital of Iraq, Rashid Ali Gellani, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Iraq, held the first press conference of 1941 on time.

Rashid walked up to the podium located in the middle of the palace hall, first saluting the reporters from all over the world, and then said in a deep voice: "I am very happy to meet you here today. I would like to express my sincere thanks to you for your arrival.

Today is January 1, 1941, the first day of the New Year. Today, I will publish the Declaration of Independence here, expressing my endless love for Iraq, my hatred for the invaders, and my endless sympathy for the Arab brothers who are being bullied by Britain."

After Rashid said that, he glanced at the people in the hall and let the reporters take photos and videos.

Brewing good emotions, Rashid said: "At the end of last year, everyone knew that in the Middle East, the most despicable and shameless thing happened in human history in Iraq!

What crime did the Iraqis commit and were so cruel?

We are far away from Europe and away from England. We are just peacefully farming on our own land, working on our own land, and we live a life of uncontestedness on our own land.

However, the British came. No, it was not the British, but the British invaders.

Speaking of the British invading army, I can only find one word to describe them through the thick dictionary, that is, shamelessness.

At the end of October 1940, without notifying the Iraqi government, General Weiville, the leader of the British invading army, led his troops to break into Iraq despite the blockade of the Iraqi border guards.

I don't know what this behavior is called in the so-called civilized country of Britain?

Enter? Pass by? Or what other title is?

But I know that the behavior of the British team can only be described in one word in Iraq, invasion.

At first, in order to avoid the harm caused to the people by war, I mistakenly chose to respond to the British invasion with patience.

But I underestimated the shamelessness of the British invaders.

Not only did the British invading troops not leave, but instead allowed troops from Australia, New Zealand and India to land in Iraq without permission without the consent of the Iraqi government.

What a shamelessness this is! The concession and patience of the Iraqis did not bring peace and tranquility, but instead resulted in increased ignorance and larger-scale aggression.

The British invading army and its lackeys ignored the feelings of the Iraqi people. They entered the Iraqi capital Baghdad without authorization, and built defense lines in the towns around Baghdad and Baghdad, claiming to fight the German team.

What a shamelessness this is! What qualifications do you have to station troops in an independent national capital without authorization, even turning their homeland into a battlefield regardless of the safety of the 2.4 million Baghdad citizens?

What is the relationship between the war between the British and the Germans and the Iraqis?

Soon, the British invaders once again made me realize their shamelessness. They ordered us to blow up the Kirkuk oil field, the reason was that the oil field should not be allowed to fall into the hands of the Germans and that the oil should not be used by the Germans for war.

What kind of shamelessness is this! Don’t the invaders know that the oil in the Kirkuk Oilfield is the most important resource for Iraq to exchange for foreign exchange. Destroying the Kirkuk Oilfield is equivalent to cutting off three-quarters of Iraq’s foreign exchange sources, and is equivalent to slashing every Iraqi people hard on the neck. What should the invaders use to make up for this fatal injury?

However, the invader's unfinished behavior made me sober and made us fully understand what it means to be the most shameless, only more shameless.

As the German team entered Iraq, the British invaders actually proposed to take over the command of the Iraqi army and maximize the combat effectiveness of the Iraqi army to fight against the Germans.

What kind of shamelessness is this! What qualifications are the invaders qualified to take over the army of an independent sovereign state? Who can imagine that the British would run to Russia, to the United States, or to France, claiming to take over their army?

However, in Iraq, this kind of thing that only exists in people's imagination in Europe has really happened.

The Iraqis are great Iraqis, and the Iraqi army belongs to the Kingdom of Iraq. We are not weak Indians, nor are we descendants of the British like Australia and New Zealand.

The British war was not an Iraqi war, and the British enemies were not an Iraqi enemy. On the contrary, they were friends of the Iraqis, and they were a righteous and mighty army.

The real, complete independence of the Kingdom of Jordan made the Iraqis recognize who our enemies and who our friends?

When dealing with friends like Germans, Iraqis sent flowers and milk.

Treat enemies like the British, what awaits them is the guns of the Iraqis.

In the early morning of December 24, Iraqi troops fired the first shot against the British invading army in Baghdad.

The gunshots that day were the glory of all Baghdads! They were also the glory of all Iraqis!

If an Iraqi falls, tens of millions of Iraqis will stand up!

The invaders will surely die under the guns of the people's resistance. This is a universal truth. Truth exists forever, and there is no anti-people force in history that will not be destroyed by the people! The British invading army is no exception. The head of the invading army, and the British Prime Minister Churchill, cannot escape the sanctions of the truth.

The task of history entrusting our generation of Iraqis is to strive for true independence for our descendants. We must complete the important task entrusted to us by history without retreating!

Here, I want to appeal to the Arab brothers in Yemen, Oman and Qatar, who are being bullied by shameless British invaders, to bravely take up weapons and fight the invaders, use our sacrifices, and use our spirit of not fearing death to drive away the invaders.

Victory will belong to us, because truth will always exist!”

The thunderous applause almost overturned the roof of the palace and deeply stinged Churchill's eardrum in front of the radio.

I was just curious and wanted to hear what kind of arrogant clamor that traitor Rashid would make on the first day of the New Year, but I didn't expect to hear a bloody proclamation to fight against England.

Churchill squinted his eyes, and the evil light shone in the cracks of his eyes.

Wait until the British team defeats the Italians and regains East Africa, and then deal with you barbarians.

The blood debt you owe to the British Empire must be repaid with blood.

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German Naval Air Force Command, Kiel Port.

Chen Dao sat alone in front of the radio in the office and listened quietly to Rashid's passionate speech, and shouted in his heart how could he be so happy?

Unless Churchill did not hear this speech, if he did not vomit three liters of blood after hearing it, it would only mean that he had practiced the Thick Words in Thick Black Learning to reach the pinnacle.

Churchill heard that if he didn’t have a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, it only means that he was really “what shameless!”

Unfortunately, it’s a pity that people like Churchill cannot be beaten with just a cannon, and they must use cannons.

Love's three-combo has already launched two strikes, and the deadliest third strike is about to be staged. I hope Churchill's nerves are tough enough.

The phone on the desk suddenly rang, and Chen Dao picked up the microphone and asked, "I am Heinz, Feng Luosen, who are you?"

Goering's thick baritone came from the phone.

"The First Prince wants to see you, come to Berlin immediately and set off now."

"What's the matter?" Chen Dao asked.

"I'll talk about it when you come, I don't know."

Ten minutes later, Chen Dao took four followers down the stairs.

Pushing open the door on the first floor, Chen Dao walked five or six meters away when he heard a disharmonious voice coming from above his head.
To be continued...