Chapter 1120 The Second Crown Dependency

British East Africa used to replace British India, is the end of the Second World War, British India on the board of the situation, the proposed filing, the formation of British East Africa Federation, the core is Kenya.

From the natural conditions, this plan is naturally no problem, such a large place together, the effective area is larger than British India, but the population above? Is another matter.

Although Alan Wilson also recognized that the blacks of East Africa were, at a certain level, a bit more reliable than the blacks of West Africa. The emergence of a strong man like Paul Kagame could not fail to make a difference.

But that was not Britain’s aim either, and in the absence of a strong man like Paul Kagame, the blacks were not as good as the Indians, let alone any help.

In fact Alan Wilson has a plan that is being put into effect, depending of course on where the war in Katanga Province goes.

If the time comes, is the window of the Cuban Missile Crisis the only one that a certain great power and a reputable power can capitalize on? Couldn’t Britain take the opportunity to swallow south of Lubumbashi and create a fait accompli?

“As of today, we are not sure of the veracity of France’s claimed victory. Even if it were true, it would not take years for France to finish rebuilding a place destroyed by war. The current situation is not imminent.” Allen Wilson indicated that there was still time, or at least still room to wait and see.

Letting Rab Butler calm down for the time being, Allen Wilson wondered if there was an opportunity to invite Her Highness and complete the manned space program.

Sometimes he also felt that Princess Margaret, the love brain, as she got older, she actually began to think of others, and began to consider some of the face of the royal family.

The princess was still cute, but her growth process was a bit slow, and she needed to be taught by her brother-in-law.

The managing director groped his way with his head bowed, encouraged by a number of conflicting forces that struck each other in his breast, and let into the fractured passage a dark and strong life, which he could not express, but which pleased him with a great deal of satisfaction.

Sighs of satisfaction were uttered in opposition to each other, and Princess Margaret gave a gratifying feedback to the personal attentions of the Executive Subaltern, “I thought you had forgotten me.”

“How could I?” Reaching out and stroking his sister-in-law’s hair, Alan Wilson chased his chest, his love for the Crown should never be in the least bit questioned, “It’s just that the recent war in France has made the government rather passive. It is beyond our expectations.”

This is seldom the case, so thought the Princess Margaret, putting on her coat, and turning back, “My brother-in-law, are you not an officer of long view, and you are always so boastful.”

“That is true, but as long as one is a man, there is always an oversight. I am trying to think of a way to remedy it to the best of my ability.” Alan Wilson holding a cigar, look suddenly said, “also not only I, the cabinet is also trying to find a way. The military, Whitehall, are all assessing a series of implications afterward, and have come up with ideas from their own perspectives.”

Even the long-abandoned British East Africa Commonwealth program was once again brought up, showing that Britain was not as calm as it appeared.

“Count on your conscience.” Princess Margaret lightly grunted, know brother-in-law is also busy specially to come to a trip, the look of a slow also no longer say, dressed, the two went out of the apartment, talking about the Windsor Castle Hotel expansion plans, seemingly in the normal but.

Alan Wilson’s new five agents, obviously much more reliable than the previous agents. It was a habit! It was just that the Princess had a business matter to discuss with the husband of the richest man in the world, and asked for advice.

With a polite goodbye, Alan Wilson went straight home, back to his sun, to show his loyalty.

Pamela Mountbatten was already thinking of starting her own migratory bird program to get to Perth to live before it got cold. Listening to her own husband educate her children, “As soon as a suspicious male appears to the mother, tell the father at once okay?”

Pamela Mountbatten rolled her eyes, unable to help but laugh, “For God’s sake, do you have so little faith in me.”

“It’s not a question of faith, and it has nothing to do with God. It’s purely a personal matter for me.” Alan Wilson clasped his hands on his hips with a righteous face, “Fundamentally, it’s always right to be careful.”

“Well, who made you my husband.” Pamela Mountbatten was no longer unacceptable to her husband’s one-brained and pacifist ways, after all these years, “It’s all over the French side, and this time de Gaulle has unquestionable authority, what do we do?”

“There is no concrete solution yet.” Allen Wilson’s words just fell, the phone rang, some things are just not resistant to chanting.

Pamela Mountbatten directly to see her husband, listened to the microphone voice, a face to see the supreme authority of the senior bureaucrat look, guess it should be Norman Brooke’s phone, if it is someone else, the husband will never be this performance.

Waiting for Alan Wilson to put down the phone before he spoke, “Cabinet Secretary’s call, the French matter?”

“Related, but mostly our own business.” Alan Wilson Bear thought for a moment and said, “Malta’s offshore balancing role for North Africa is getting the Cabinet’s attention. I work offshore on the side.”

Pamela Mountbatten said helplessly at the sound of offshore balancing, “A very old-fashioned term.”

“Don’t think of tradition as stale.” Alan Wilson hemmed and hawed and said, “My dear, the approach works why not use it, after all, it’s been proven for centuries that it works.”

All peoples, all arts, have their hypocrisies. The greater part of man’s food is lies, and there is but a very little of truth.

The spirit of man is too weak to bear pure truth; it must be wrapped up by its own religion, morality, politics, poets, artists, in a layer of lies over the truth.

These lies are adapted to each nation and are different: they are the reason why nations are so difficult to understand each other, and so apt to despise each other.

Truth is the same for all, but each nation has its own lies, which it calls ideals; one breathes these lies from birth to death, they become a condition of existence; only a few born wizards can escape from them after a heroic struggle, when they are not afraid to be isolated in their own free sphere of thought.

So there is nothing noble or despicable in talking about this sort of thing, and just because all the other countries know it by heart, Britain doesn’t do it anymore, and Malta’s independence officially draws to a close from this point on.

Gibraltar in the west of the Mediterranean, Malta in the center, together with Cyprus in the east, were the arrangements made by Britain in securing sea power in the Mediterranean. Because the Suez Canal War did not break out, the canal is still in the open, this is an extremely important lifeline for Britain, this time is still very important.

The Mediterranean fleet is still the big fleet at the front of the British naval sequence, Alan Wilson received a call from Norman Brooke, and knew that his father-in-law’s military opinion, has been adopted by the current Cabinet.

“Wanting to remain for a long time, the state of the colonies would not be appropriate.” After arriving at Seventy Whitehall and listening to Norman Brooke relay the results of the discussions at the Cabinet meeting, Alan Wilson had this to say.

“The Cabinet is of the same opinion. Malta is three hundred square kilometers with a population of three hundred thousand.” Norman Brooke said the data about Malta, and then said, “The Cabinet’s intention, on the premise of guaranteeing non-independence, is to adopt a program of autonomy similar to Newfoundland’s royal domains, and of course to maintain a smooth state of life.”

“I’d like to open up free ports to southern Europe, develop offshore financial centers and transit points, plus Malta itself has a nice landscape, develop excursions, and with the income from the British naval base, it should be good.” Alan Wilson didn’t mind that Newfoundland was once again mentioned.

Anyhow, it was an important and glorious resume in his life, but she didn’t expect Malta to become the second royal territory after Newfoundland, which she had always thought should be Northern Rhodesia.

Malta is in the middle of the sea between Libya and Italy, it is known that Italy is not much oil resources, that is why the North Africa has been very interested in, and in the Algerian war, but also on the side of the opposition to France.

Don’t look at the two countries are part of the Latin countries, in the treatment of North Africa’s point of view, there is still a conflict. It cannot be assumed that Italy would support France just because of that.

Broadly speaking, Germany still says that Britain is a member of the Germanic peoples, but only the Germans themselves think so.

Britain never saw itself as having anything to do with the so-called Greater Germania, that was just German wishful thinking.

Almost immediately, Alan Wilson had a whole set of ideas, and he suddenly remembered that Libya’s share of the oil was still 50-50, and that he had forgotten Libya when he was dealing with Iran before, and was too far away to think about it.

Took over the new task Alan Wilson immediately decided to ask his wife whether Libya’s share of oil has changed, if not, just take the opportunity to negotiate with the Kingdom of Libya.

“Indeed it hasn’t changed!” Pamela Mountbatten thought for a moment, picked up the phone and called out, “Marina, Libya’s share of the stone, or the original contract signed?”

Putting down the phone, Pamela Mountbatten nodded, “The Kingdom of Libya has mentioned it twice, the person in charge below coped with it, what do you want to do now?”

“No what to do, celebrate the emergence of the second royal territory, and at the same time formulate a development plan.” Alan Wilson, with a swollen face, informed that the Newfoundland model had been taken out of Cabinet and applied to Malta.

“Can I help in any way?” Pamela Mountbatten volunteered, feeling sure there was a role for her.

“Follow Singapore’s example and use Malta as a refining center between North Africa and Southern Europe.” Alan Wilson replied, “I’m going to do some scouting soon to determine the local standard of living, the employment population, and see if that’s needed. It may not be necessary.”