Chapter 195: Excitement

London, England.

While the battleships in Scapa Flow were sinking one by one, in the Office of the Lord of the Admiralty of the Royal Navy in London, Lord Admiralty Churchill and other naval officers were discussing a battle plan to destroy the German navy.

The German navy, which they had dismantled and disdained, was moving towards an ocean navy. Their battleships and aircraft carriers were being built one after another; this made even the British Empire fearful of it.

"I knew I shouldn't give them any chance." Churchill, with a big belly and a cigar in his mouth, muttered dissatisfiedly.

Churchill had always opposed compromise with Germany and repeatedly talked about the need to reach an understanding with the Soviet Union to halt German expansion.

The day after Chamberlain arrived in Munich, Churchill gathered some famous British politicians for a luncheon at the Savoy Hotel in London. Opposition leaders Attlee and Sinclair were present, as well as the famous Conservative Party People Aiden and Lloyd et al. Churchill persuaded them to immediately send a joint telegram to Chamberlain, asking not to undermine the independence and security of Czechoslovakia. However, one after another his interlocutors stated that they could not sign. According to Asquith's daughter Bem Carter, who attended the luncheon, when the attendees left without deciding anything, "Churchill's eyes It was full of tears."

Well now, the stronger Germany showed its ferocious fangs again, and even invaded Poland despite Britain and France's declaration of war.

The result stunned everyone. Poland, the self-proclaimed "first military power in Eastern Europe," did not even hold on for 20 days before being easily bulldozed by Germany. Both the president and the marshal became prisoners, and were sent to prisoner-of-war camps along with all their staff, saying they would be tried after the war.

Until the end of the Polish campaign, most of the British top brass still held on to a glimmer of hope, waiting for Germany to continue marching eastward to fight against the Soviet Union. However, intelligence obtained not long ago showed that Germany was ready to provoke a war on the Western Front. At this time, everyone suddenly realized that Germany had no intention of advancing eastward. They wanted to fight against Britain and France. Immediately, Britain sent a huge transport fleet to transport the expeditionary force to France, planning to deploy 300,000 British soldiers on the frontal battlefield.

"How stupid!" Churchill always believed that this war could have been easily stopped at the beginning, but because of the "unwiseness, carelessness and good intentions of the British people, the bad guys were allowed to rearm." "We must find an opportunity as soon as possible to engage in a decisive naval battle with the Germans and use superior power to defeat Germany's newly established High Seas Fleet in one fell swoop."

Sir Dudley Pound, commander of the Mediterranean Fleet, smiled slightly. "Winston, don't worry too much. After all, the German navy has just grown in recent years. They can't compare to our century-old navy of the British Empire in all aspects. You have also seen that they have no courage to fight us. Didn't we escape with our tail between our legs both times? Even if we can't destroy their fleet, as long as we block the German waters, we can trap Germany on the European continent like we did in the last war. "Then the British Empire can rely on it. With its absolute advantage in resources, it defeated the menacing challenger Germany.

Churchill shook his head in disbelief. Although he also knew that Sir Pound's words were reasonable, he always had a vague uneasiness in his heart. He always felt that the German navy was a hidden danger that should not be underestimated. "What if we deploy a fleet from the sea off Denmark to the Baltic Sea to induce the German navy to dispatch? We will deploy two more support fleets to encircle and suppress them in one fell swoop."

Sir Bond nodded. "You can consider it, but you should first send a few boxes of vodka to the German Navy. Maybe the vodka can embolden them to come out and fight us to the death."

Everyone in the room laughed.

"Ring! Ring!" At this moment, the phone on Churchill's desk suddenly rang, which seemed a bit harsh.

"I'm Winston Churchill..." Churchill suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart and hurriedly grabbed the phone.

"Your Excellency Churchill! Something bad has happened! Your Excellency Churchill! It's all over!!" An incoherent cry came from the other end of the phone.

Churchill couldn't help but frowned. "Who are you? What do you mean it's over?!"

But the other party didn't listen to his words at all, and kept repeating the same sentence crazily.

After listening to a few words, Churchill hung up the phone directly. "Where does this madness come from?"

Sir Bond asked curiously. "What happened? What's the end?"

Churchill was also baffled. "I don't know which madman made the wrong call." But he was still a little worried. After all, no madman could really make this call and call out his name accurately.

Just as he was about to ask his secretary to check where the call came from, the phone rang again.

Churchill picked up the phone again. This time the other party was a different person. Although his voice was still extremely panicked, he could at least speak clearly. "Your Excellency Churchill, this is the Scapa Flow Naval Base. This...here was attacked!"

"Under attack? Where is Hebrew Jones? Let him answer the phone!"

"!!" Everyone in the room couldn't help but look at each other. Hebrew Jones, Commander of the Scapa Flow Naval Base, meant that Scapa Flow was attacked? ! The only enemy that can attack them is the German Navy, but how is this possible? The German navy had just returned to Hong Kong a few days ago, so it was impossible for it to be dispatched so soon, and the time did not match up.

The other party replied with a crying voice. "Commander Hebrew had a heart attack and just passed away! I am Colonel Joseph, the staff officer here. The person who called you just now was the commander's adjutant, but he doesn't look very mentally well."

"What?!" Churchill stood up suddenly. The loss must be very heavy to make a commander die of a heart attack. "Colonel Joseph, is it an enemy warship?! Or an airplane?!"

Colonel Joseph hesitated for a moment before replying. "We haven't found any trace of the enemy yet; Commander Hebrew concluded that it was a submarine attack, but we blocked all entrances and exits and bombarded the entire port with depth charges, but we didn't find a single enemy ship."

Churchill was also confused. What was going on? Could the German submarine still hide underground? "What about the loss?"

Colonel Joseph said in a trembling voice. "All battleships and aircraft carriers were hit. Royal Oak, Iron Duke, Nelson, and Argus have completely sunk; Royal Ark, Reputation, and Rodney are about to capsize; the rest have also been severely damaged..."

"..." Churchill could no longer listen. His fat body slumped in the chair, his eyes staring blankly at the people in front of him.

"Winston?" Seeing Churchill's reaction, everyone guessed that the situation was not good. Sir Dudley Pound picked up the microphone that fell on the table. "I am Dudley Pound. How is the loss over there?" After listening to a few words, he felt a hot stream rushing to his forehead, and then lost consciousness, and did not even hear the exclamations of the people behind him.

Everyone hurriedly supported him, but found that he had completely lost consciousness, and his crotch was directly wet, and an unpleasant smell slowly spread.

"God! Doctor! Call a doctor!" Everyone shouted anxiously, and soon two doctors ran over. After a check, they regretfully told everyone that Sir Pound was no longer saveable.

Sir Pound's health had always been poor, and in the original time and space he did not see the end of the war. He resigned due to health reasons in September 1943 and died in October.