GBP Chapter 348: Even if there are 5 pigs, the Security Army can’t catch them all in 3 days!
Chapter 348: Even if there are 5 pigs, the Security Army can’t catch them all in 3 days!
"Fuck, what the hell is this?"
In the conference room of 10 Downing Street, Foreign Secretary Anthony Eden rarely swore.
In the past, this old gentleman always regarded himself as a gentleman with the Union Jack as his standard, and his words and deeds were impeccable.
But today, his patience has been completely exhausted. Any high-sounding words seem pale and powerless at this moment, and all kinds of vicious and obscene words pop out of his mouth.
"It's really hilarious, Prime Minister."
The 61-year-old Earl Attlee, Leader of the Opposition, Lord Privy Seal and Secretary of State for the Colonies, flipped through the telegram in his hand and said in his usual sarcastic tone:
"The stink of this incident will soon spread throughout the world."
He raised his head and glanced sharply at the silent fat man across the conference table:
"If this continues, my Lord Prime Minister, our country will become an international laughing stock. First, our army was defeated by a group of dwarf yellow monkeys in Sindhu, and then by another group of yellow monkeys.
I would like to ask the dear Prime Minister, where should our King's face be placed?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire conference room fell into a brief silence.
The original meaning of the Ansa word cabinet is a secret room, which means that the cabinet is an organization that holds meetings in a secret room.
Although the wartime cabinet meeting of John's United Kingdom was now held in a spacious conference room in the building at 10 Downing Street, it was still a closed-door meeting and there was not even a secretary to take notes. Therefore, the attacks and ridicules on Prime Minister Qiu were more vicious than each other.
Who made him insist on launching an attack on the ASA in Chittagong, Sindhu, but ended up getting beaten badly?
Several cabinet ministers looked at each other, some lowered their heads to fiddle with the pens in their hands, while others pretended to look carefully at the world map on the wall.
The man sitting in the main seat, with his 200-pound body deeply sunk into the spacious armchair, had a cigar in his mouth, an expressionless face, and seemed to be thinking about something.
But only those who knew him well knew that at this moment, Prime Minister Churchill had already cursed General Auchinleck, the commander-in-chief of the Indian garrison, and General William Slim, who was in charge of the specific operations, a hundred times in his heart.
"Even if there were 50,000 pigs, the Security Army wouldn't be able to catch them all in three days!"
"Waste, a stupid pig raised by a whore, stupid enough to be exhibited in the British Museum!"
Unfortunately, insults are of no use. The fact is that John's people lost both the wife and the army this time.
However, insults cannot change the situation. The fact is - they lost.
Moreover, they lost miserably.
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister..."
Finance Minister John Anderson spoke in a deep voice. He had been holding it in for a long time.
"You told us before that the attack on Chittagong was a 'carefully planned and foolproof operation'. But what about now? Not only has our army been beaten to a pulp, but we've also lost a lot of supplies."
"Oh, by the way, the Nationalist Army also sent a telegram," he sneered, picked up the document in his hand and waved it. "Some of our soldiers and officers are now being held in the Nationalist Army's prisoner-of-war camp. They even sent a 'bill'."
"Perhaps we should be grateful for the 'kindness' of that Chinese commander. Unlike those cruel devils, he was willing to give our officers a bite to eat."
In fact, it was certainly not just a "simple meal". Zhang Chi ordered that these captured senior officers be treated with fine wine and delicious food, and even brandy and cigars every day.
And that bill was the detailed consumption list of this group of pampered senior military officers. Zhang Chi multiplied the cost price by 3 and asked to settle it in gold pounds. After all, wasn't it normal that prices in the prisoner-of-war camp were a little higher?
Anthony Eden took the opportunity to add another blow:
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, you always like to talk about 'honor' and 'glory,' but what about now? If things continue to develop like this, will I, as Foreign Minister, have to send people to sign a surrender agreement with the People's Army?"
He really suffered an unexpected disaster. He was originally trying to use diplomatic means and the People's Security Army to resolve the Chittagong issue. In Eden's view, this matter was nothing more than a waste of time, and there would always be a result after a while.
However, he didn't expect that Prime Minister Qiu would bypass him and order the troops stationed in Shendu to launch an attack, and the key thing was that they failed!
At the other end of the conference table, Secretary of War James Gregory finally couldn't help it. He slammed the table heavily, his tone filled with anger:
"This is not just a military failure, it's a diplomatic disaster! Our soldiers have been captured, our noble gentlemen have been imprisoned in prisoner-of-war camps, and the People's Army doesn't even allow them to have servants!
The loyalty of the colony is wavering, and Zhang Chi... he even dared to threaten us in a telegram, saying that he would take our people to Rangoon for 'public display'!"
"This is an insult to the Empire, Prime Minister!"
The ministers present all knew that Gregory's concerns were not unfounded.
The John people have been accustomed to bullying in the colonies for nearly a hundred years and have established a strong deterrent force. Even the concept that the John people are powerful is like a mental stamp, engraved in the minds of the local people in the colonies.
However, first the John people were defeated by the Japanese in Southeast Asia. If Zhang Chi then drags a group of senior John officers to the "exhibition", the deterrent power accumulated by the John people for nearly a hundred years will be gone. How can the John people continue to be the "Tianlong people" in Southeast Asia at that time?
Faced with a barrage of accusations, Churchill finally spoke.
He slowly exhaled a puff of cigar smoke, and his old and hoarse voice echoed in the conference room: "So, what do you want me to do?"
There was a hint of fatigue in his tone, but more of sarcasm:
"Do you want me to go to Yangon and kneel down, begging Zhang Chi to spare us and return Chittagong and the surrounding land to us for free?"
"Or..." He paused, glancing at the cabinet members on both sides of the conference table, "You want me to send another hundred thousand of my men across half the world on a long expedition to challenge an army that has already proven its combat effectiveness?"
Faced with the amazing combat effectiveness of the People's Army, the colonial troops have proven to be vulnerable.
At this time, Operation Market Garden was being deployed in full swing, and all the energy of John's people was concentrated on the European continent.
In this operation, John's men attempted to seize a series of bridges in the Netherlands, allowing the Allied forces to quickly cross the Rhine River, the last geographical barrier on the Hans border, and invade the Hans mainland in one fell swoop, achieving success in one battle.
When such an important battle is about to be launched, we will have another large-scale war with the Anmin Army on the other side of the earth?
No one answered, none of them were crazy, so the meeting room was dead silent.
That's the worst part, everyone knows they have no real options left.
The six infantry divisions, one armored brigade, and one Royal Heavy Tank Battalion that besieged Chittagong were nearly completely annihilated. Over 180 aircraft were shot down by the People's Army's anti-aircraft guns alone. East Sindhu's defenses had completely collapsed...
It all started with a small-scale conflict on August 27.