My own war game

Chapter 309: The Flower Language of Farewell

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Churchill squeezed his somewhat heavy body into the walnut chair and yawned involuntarily, causing the ash from the cigar in his hand to fall to the ground.

"Mr. Prime Minister, did you not rest well last night? Was there any lack of hospitality?" Stalin, who was sitting on the right with a pipe in his hand, asked in Georgian. The translator next to him quickly repeated the original words.

"It's okay. I've just had some neurasthenia since the war with the Germans. I didn't sleep well last night because I heard the sound of the train at the seaside." Churchill took another puff of his cigar and said meaningfully.

Roosevelt on the side smiled without saying anything, while the smoker opposite was obviously accusing Stalin of being arrogant and being the last one to arrive despite coming by train from the mainland.

"Sorry, we neglected this. We will arrange for someone to correct it soon." Stalin smiled and replied as if he didn't hear the implication, then looked into the distance and said

"I have loved railways since I was young, and I love the sound of running trains even more, which is like listening to the beating of the country's blood vessels."

"As you can see, we are about to start the fourth five-year plan. The Soviet economy will recover, the infrastructure will be rebuilt, and our people are gradually recovering from the war. Everything is getting better, isn't it?"

This is indeed something that the loving father can show off. Both Britain and the Soviet Union had suffered severe damage from the war, but the Soviet Union's institutional and resource advantages determined that it would stand up faster during the reconstruction process.

A behemoth is rising.

Politicians only speak to the point and will not tear each other apart in this environment, whether complaining or showing off.

What followed was an eight-day long meeting during which the giant fruit cake of the world was quickly divided up.

The United States scraped away the sweetest cream through bonds, dollars and UN programs.

The Soviet Union, which obtained a large amount of land, took away the main part of the cake.

Britain, which lost a large number of colonies and turned from a creditor country into a debtor country, only took away a few insignificant cherries at most.

Oh, by the way, a few insignificant cake crumbs fell down in the middle and were casually thrown to France by the three parties.

The three parties discussed the issues of how to deal with Germany, the United Nations, Poland, and Eastern Europe one by one. When the issue of Japan was mentioned, there was a small incident.

"Good news. Stalin has just promised that the Soviet Union will declare war on Japan within three months after Germany's complete surrender." Roosevelt said to Churchill in private.

"Good news, I suppose, but it seems that this Georgian is just trying to get something for nothing." Churchill said disdainfully, and then asked, "What about Iwo Jima and the Philippines?"

"The Philippines is almost over, but progress on Iwo Jima is slow. These Japanese are like rats. They are all hiding in the mountain fortifications, playing hide-and-seek with our landing troops."

"It's just a matter of time. The Japanese can't stand it."

After a brief conversation, Roosevelt pondered his words and then asked, "Winston, what do you think about the post-war Japanese government?"

Churchill looked at Roosevelt beside him and cut off the cigarette butt in his hand with a cigar cutter. "Reorganize the government, station troops for a long time, set up a post-war court, and eliminate militarist forces. You don't need to discuss these with me."

"That's right, but I have a suggestion about rebuilding the Japanese government. Let moderate Japanese people who are close to us maintain a certain proportion in the new government. What do you think?"

"You mean..." Churchill probably knew what the other party was going to say.

Sure enough, Roosevelt then said the expected name "New Japanese National Construction Army"

"Winston, you should know that the overall size of the New Japan National Army has now expanded to 3 people. Two divisions even fought the Japanese army with real swords and guns on Iwo Jima."

"This group of people are already incompatible with the current Japanese military government. If they stand in the middle and high levels of the new Japanese government, they will fight to the death to suppress the other side, and we will get an extremely submissive Japanese regime."

It is the new Japanese government that is obedient to you, the United States, but Churchill did not say anything. After all, the Asia-Pacific region has already been tacitly recognized as an American influence.

"Regarding the leader of this group of people, what about this guy Nanyun Chuichi?" Roosevelt mentioned this name as if he had just remembered it. "This should be an internal matter of the New Japan National Construction Army, right?" Churchill said in an official tone with some sarcasm, but then he said, "If you have already made a decision, there is no reason for Britain to object."

"Winston, I'm glad you understand, but we are facing a problem now." Roosevelt sat opposite him.

"Since the beginning of this year, we have successively sent two groups of commanders to the New Japan National Army in the name of Nanyun Chuichi to try to take over some of the front-line troops."

"As a result, one third of the people died inexplicably on the battlefield, one third were left idle, and another third were directly bribed with money to hand over their positions."

"And the troops that do this all have one characteristic: they are all developed from prisoners captured by your ace agent 007..."

"So you know what I mean, right?"

Churchill sniffed the cigar and put it back into his pocket. "What do you want to see?"

"Yes, we want to talk to him and hope that he can cooperate with the internal integration of the new Japanese National Army, or at least not put up any resistance." Perhaps he was tired of beating around the bush, so Roosevelt simply made it clear.

"Sorry, there's nothing I can do."

Roosevelt was stunned. He had considered many situations, including denial, evasion, and proposing conditions for exchange. He even considered his bottom line, but he did not expect the other party to directly refuse.

It was then that Churchill said the second half of his sentence, "Something happened in the country yesterday. We have a team of intelligence officers rushing back to deal with it. He is among them."

In the sky, a Halifax transport plane was flying through the air. In the rumbling cabin, He Chi was dozing off while guarding a box of blueprints.

Although he had personal purposes, George VI should not want to kill himself after seeing this thing.

Someone approached quietly.

With a loud bang, a silver revolver suddenly appeared and pressed against the forehead of the guy in front of him.

"Hey, man, be careful of accidental discharge." A familiar figure stood opposite.

"Benjamin? Why are you on a British plane?" He Chi put away his pistol.

"It's all because of you. My boss has retired, and I have to find a place to eat. And someone in London offered me a high price to go on a field trip." Benjamin reached into his pocket and handed over something. It was a sealed letter.

He Chi took the letter, opened the sealing wax, and reached in to look for it.

There was nothing inside.

What does it mean?
"Who gave you this?" He Chi shook the envelope and asked the Frenchman opposite him.

"A mysterious guy, but definitely a high-level insider. The letter was delivered through a one-time channel, and there was also a reward of two thousand pounds." Benjamin had just finished speaking when he suddenly raised his nose and sniffed.

"Man, although I shouldn't say too much, it seems that you have been dumped by a woman." Benjamin looked at the Oriental man with pity.

"What do you mean?"

"Can't you smell it? This is the scent of blue iris. The language of this flower is..."

"Goodbye my love."

(End of this chapter)