Chapter 1046 Congo Crisis

Many things had happened recently, British American, French Soviet, British and American, British and French, one dazzling thing after another, and the whole of northwestern Jinbei was in a mess.

Even Allen Wilson, who had been so methodical, had the feeling of being overwhelmed and not knowing where to start.

For him this was something very rare, he had always believed that under the cover of time, he could make everything he wanted, and if he couldn’t, it must be that there wasn’t enough time.

This complaint was known to Pamela Mountbatten, and could only reassure her husband that he had done enough, and that there were many things that could not be done by the efforts of an individual to change the course of history, “Either way, the most patriotic man I have ever met and paid it forward.”

“Even if there is only one person in the world who praises me, as long as that person is you, then all my efforts are not in vain.” Alan Wilson’s furrowed brow stretched, and the momentary dropping of his head was only a small interlude.

The death of Duncan, the Secretary of State for the Commonwealth, had long since been thrown out of his mind, and in the final analysis was nothing more than a minister.

Perhaps a somewhat special status, but not indispensable to the UK, if anything it has had a significant impact, and the number of so-called patriots who might sell out the UK to give the US a pitch in the future seems to be one less.

From the Chinese tradition, the sky is not the same, a country can not exist two talkers, Duncan can talk about can be patriotic, then love is not necessarily the United Kingdom, that Alan Wilson heavenly execution of the country’s traitors naturally do not have a little psychological burden.

“Go back to the country, dear, the situation in the Congo has deteriorated, I may have to be busy for a while.” After sitting on the rocket, Alan Wilson wrapped his arms around his wife’s petite body and pleaded, “I must make a trip to see if I can make a profit for Britain from this.”

“I was not wanting you to go, there has just been an assassination.” Pamela Mountbatten sighed quietly, knowing that she had no power to stop what her husband wanted to do, she could only whisper, “Be safe.”

“Definitely.” Alan Wilson kissed his wife’s forehead, “Whoever is unfavorable to me, I will definitely grab the first move.”

For example, the Minister of Commonwealth Affairs, who had just blossomed with joy, in the wake of Duncan’s death, Alan Wilson had first watched and watched, and through later developments concluded whether it was Duncan himself who was interested in overseas assets, or whether the current government all thought so.

If it was Duncan’s personal view, then the problem has been solved. If it is the current government’s view, then it will need to be delayed, but the Conservatives have just come to power and still have a long time in power, so delaying may not always work.

Then it may be time to think long term, at least with the added weight of a large colony, Whitehall is in a position to fight the cabinet.

Politicians were strong on the mainland, but in the colonies it was never one, and the civil service was one, a whole.

Witnessed his wife and sister-in-law boarded the return flight, Alan Wilson only breathed a sigh of relief, worth this special time, he still does not want relatives too close, away from the whirlpool is for security reasons.

Duncan did not enjoy the treatment, Alan Wilson enjoyed, along the way there are British air force fighters in the colonies escort, which is also Duncan’s death in exchange for.

Or rather Duncan’s death allowed Allen Wilson to legitimately raise the dangers of working overseas in exchange for such treatment.

This is not an unfounded concern; Allen Wilson can recall that it was over mediation in the Congo that the UN also hitched a ride with a sitting Secretary General, Dag Hammarskjöld, whose plane crashed in Northern Rhodesia.

Later investigations have shown that, according to this investigation report, an external attack or threat may have been the cause of the crash of the plane in which Hammarskjöld was traveling. The report concluded that in one case the plane crashed as a result of a direct attack; in the other, the pilot was distracted for a short period of time by a threat to the plane, which in turn caused it to crash.

Evidence showed that witnesses saw more than one aircraft in the air, that another aircraft may have been a jet, and that the plane in which Hammarskjöld was traveling had caught fire before it crashed. Witnesses claimed to have witnessed the shooting of Hammarskjöld’s plane. Witnesses also identified an airplane that was “in hot pursuit” of Hammarskjöld’s plane.

It is not known whether Hammarskjöld’s death was historically linked to Britain, since Northern Rhodesia was a British colony. If the death was caused by an attack, the first suspect would of course be Britain.

But we can’t rule out the US either, there’s a higher power when the sky is falling, and the US is definitely a higher power at the present time.

Heidi Lamarr, who was traveling on the same plane, was astonished, “I didn’t think your treatment of your minister was still high.”

“Britain’s full-time commander in chief of the three armies, Field Marshal Mountbatten is Pamela’s father. It’s all in your own family!” Alan Wilson put one hand on Hedy Lamarr’s shoulder and whispered, “If our son becomes the Austrian Chancellor in the future? There will be fighter escorts for foreign visits as well.”

The route to Northern Rhodesia was not dangerous to talk about this time, and past Ethiopia was the rolling expanse of British East Africa.

Before departing from Somaliland, Alan Wilson had sent a telegram calling a meeting of commissioners of the overseas colonies, which was scheduled to take place in Lusaka, the capital of Northern Rhodesia.

The best option for reaching Northern Rhodesia was to fly in; the only road on the ground was the railroad that connected with Southern Rhodesia.

The rest of the place was mostly an endless minefield, and it was now an impossible number to count how many mines there were around Northern Rhodesia, and anyway, those Slavs had been continuously laying mines for more than ten years.

The manufacturing of mines was the pillar industry of Northern Rhodesia, due to which a number of novel ways of laying mines had been developed.

According to Grace’s own words, even the Slavs themselves couldn’t possibly clear the minefields now.

It was precisely because of the fact that it almost enclosed Northern Rhodesia in an iron pass, leaving only the middle of the barbell, which was near the capital, Lusaka.

For the reason that the distance between north and south was too narrow, two after-effects resulted.

Northern Rhodesia is extremely dependent on air transportation to communicate with the outside world, and Northern Rhodesia Airways is the largest airline in Africa, but not always really passenger planes, or perhaps modified transport planes. Lusaka airport is considered second to none in all of Africa.

There is also the fact that Lusaka, being the middle of the barbell, is instead close to what Grace and the others consider to be a protrusion, and is therefore not mined.

Lusaka International Airport, Grace was simply eagerly awaiting Allen Wilson’s arrival, and thankfully Allen Wilson knew that Grace was a gender male with a penchant for females, otherwise the enthusiasm would have been too much to bear.

“The changes in Northern Rhodesia are really one year at a time.” Allen Wilson after seeing Grace, very close to praise, “is simply the most bright pearl of the British Empire.”

“I believe that this pearl will shine even brighter in the future.” Grace responded with the same double entendre, “Of course whether it will shine even brighter or not is all in Sir Wilson’s hands.”

“That can’t be said, we work together, it takes everyone working together for anything to work.” Alan Wilson looked away and suddenly snapped, “I wonder what the capacity of Northern Rhodesia is?”

“Five million mines, we can take them out at any time.” Grace was obviously very proud of Northern Rhodesia’s mainstay, “Lusaka’s northern border has been unmined, a total clean slate.”

“You’ve been thinking about Congolese land for more than a day or two.” Alan Wilson raised his eyebrows, the entire North Rhodesia is heavy at both ends and narrow in the middle, like a barbell, Lusaka is in the middle of the barbell, facing the Congo’s Lubumbashi.

With these Slavs in addition to farming and mining is the habit of mining, the reason for staying in the north of Lusaka, must have long discovered the disadvantages of the North Rhodesia map, has been stupid to want to seize, and now is finally waiting for the opportunity.

In Lusaka, Alan Wilson waited for the other commissioners to arrive, the only pity is that things are not what they used to be, the Commonwealth Secretary of State Duncan can no longer come, Alan Wilson is a focus on the promise of the people, think of this can not help but sadness from the heart, and Grace drank heavily, “haha …… ”

“Sir Wilson, as long as you open your mouth, even if it is the prime minister I also kill.” Grace frequently raised his glass to express his loyalty to the Queen, it’s all because the Queen is surrounded by bad people, let Britain fall to such a state.

“That’s right, there are times when not clearing the king’s side a bit won’t solve the problem.” Alan Wilson yelled with a hiccup, “If you dare to touch my overseas assets, you have to pay the price.”

While this side pushed on, not far away the Congo was essentially in the midst of a civil war, with the leader of Katanga province, Moise Okubo, receiving weapons from the local Belgian garrison and waging war under the flag of independence against the Lumumba forces that were finally the central government of the Congo.

From time to time, like a spasmodic seizure, shells broke through the night sky, intermittently illuminating the distribution lines of each other’s forward trenches.

It was then possible to see clearly the sheathing of the opposite barrels, the forest of artillery, the machine guns, and behind them the forest-covered hillocks, on which showed the heads of the soldiers’ military hats like unwashed potatoes thrown loose on the ground.

The rumble of battle, left and right, far and near. Some warriors exhausted patience, really can not hold back the energy, even want to rush into this piece of dense forest to open a fire, fierce fight for a while, to open up this immortal situation.

Slightly older warriors have been in the battlefield for a long time and have seen a lot, they are resilient to withstand this life and death test, just hope that this time will be safe.

Shells flew over the heads of the infantrymen with a heavy whistling sound, forcing them to tuck their heads into the collars of their uniforms.

The sound of the shelling expanded, intensified, and came in tight bursts. A frightening flash of light lit up the trenches wherever the rumbling mortars and piercing whistles passed.

War, after all, was not a game, and immediately the new recruits, who had been tribal warriors for some time, quickly grew up, and those who had not had time to grow up had long since returned to the bosom of Mother Earth, while the rest of the soldiers still had to live.