Chapter 379: The Princess of Justice
In addition to the Christian population to utilize, there are Kurds in northern Iraq.
During Saddam’s time, the sectarian ratio in Iraq was four to six, four Sunnis and six Shiites.
But the Sunnis, who make up forty percent of the population, include the Kurds, who make up a fifth of Iraq’s population. That means that Arabs, who are Sunnis, make up only one-fifth of the population. Not even much more than the Christians in Iraq.
This population ratio, can make Sunni Arabs become the main force of the army, then in the establishment of a smaller royal guard, whether from the Kurdish inside or from the Christians inside, should not be a problem.
The difference in numbers can be made up with better equipment, and Iraq is not India, where the dominant ethnic group is not overwhelmingly dominant. The current Iraqi kingdoms all amount to minority rule, and the subsequent overthrow of the kingdoms can be interpreted as minority infighting.
Since it was a problem on the army, it would be a good idea to think of a solution from the army, and the new royal guards could be trained in the Middle East at the British military bases.
Hearing Alan Wilson’s words, Princess Badia pondered for a moment and said, “This may cause opposition.”
“There is no opposition more important than the safety of the royal family’s lives. I wonder if Princess Badia has thought about the fate of the Imperial Russian royal family?” Alan Wilson started the old routine again, with a mysterious face and at the same time with an uncertain tone, “According to some reliable sources, the dangerous ideas of the Iraqi army originated from the Soviet Union. I can’t show the Princess the classified documents, but look at what’s happening in Greece right now, the pro-Soviet faction, which is supported by the Soviet Union, is trying to tell the Greek royal family to get lost.”
He wasn’t lying, at least not all of it, the part of Greece’s armed resistance to the US, Greek and Turkish forces was Yugoslavian backed, not Soviet backed.
But who cares about that kind of stuff? Everyone thinks that the people fighting the government in Greece were supported by the Soviet Union. Even if Britain knew in its heart that it wasn’t, it would still proclaim that it was. Where did Yugoslavia have the Soviet Union’s ability to pull hate like that?
At the critical moment, Alan Wilson would have to resort to the old trick of talking about the Soviet threat in front of Princess Badia.
“And a policy of softness towards Christians and Kurds would highlight the Crown’s attitude of equality towards all its subjects. It is very easy to get support from most countries, including the United States.”
In fact, this is all an idea taken out of the plan for the partition of India and Pakistan, although unlike history, India and Pakistan are not partitioned now. But after some careful preparation on his part, the melee and death toll brought about could far exceed the same period, as long as the religious conflict brought about after the independence of British India far exceeds history.
The next step is for the politically correct hat generation to start some maneuvering among the protectorates that are still under the control of the British Empire. It’s all for the sake of the royals of these countries, and what’s the big national issue that’s as big as the class issue?
And unlike the United States, Britain is a country with a royal family, even in the twenty-first century, Jordan and Oman’s royal family, but also the British royal family is also very close, the United States is a United States, in the royal interests above the final is a layer of difference.
Alan Wilson can never take the royal family as a decoration, or in Windsor Castle when it will not be like a wooden stake as honestly to that station without saying anything, the British royal family is not no real power decorations.
The monarch is the commander-in-chief of the armed forces, and the army is legally loyal only to the monarch, not to Parliament. The exploits of Lord Protector Cromwell are almost impossible to recreate.
Indeed, much of the balance of British politics is custom rather than law, so it is not as if political traditions are never broken. For example, the King does not attend Cabinet meetings; this is because the monarchs of Hanover began not to understand English and could not understand them if they went, thus creating a custom.
If the current King, George VI, suddenly wanted to attend Cabinet meetings, there was not a single person who could object, and English law is virtually blank when it comes to areas involving the Crown, especially the King.
If George VI wanted to kill anyone on British Empire soil, whether that person was the Prime Minister or whoever, he could do so at any time without consequence, as long as it was done personally and successfully.
Faisal II was studying in London right now, and if Princess Badia had any hesitation, with the young king in school in London, Alan Wilson had plenty of time to brainwash the future ruler of Iraq. If he couldn’t, for the sake of the British Empire, Alan Wilson would just go and teach at the school where Faisal II was studying.
This is not impossible, Allen Wilson at least a senior student of Oxford University, part-time teaching what is not possible. This is all for the sake of the next generation of the British Empire.
Walking and chatting, Crown Prince Elizabeth’s wedding has been carried to the end, Clarence Palace outside the sea of people. The Crown Prince and his wife with a cordial smile, waving their hands at the people who followed them here, reflecting the style of pro-people.
Wearing a white wedding dress, Crown Prince Elizabeth, back to the five-story Clarence Palace, to follow the sea of people to make a speech, every pause a moment of the gap, were filled with huge cheers.
Only after the speech was finished did the crowd begin to drift away, a time that the subjects of London would reserve for the Crown Prince herself.
Regardless, today was a big deal for Britain and even the several autonomous territories and even the colonies that were still within the British Empire, the protectorates, and would be a topic of discussion for people all over the world for days to come.
“You’re here? Surprisingly, you’re with a foreign woman, humph!” Princess Margaret ran out from nowhere and said with a look of being caught, “I wonder how Pamela was deceived by you.”
“Honorable Princess, I was undertaking the reception of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.” Alan Wilson blushed and said in a tone with distance, “Princess Badia is from the Iraqi royal family and diplomacy is important.”
“According to your studies and experience, you should be hosting the Chinese, right?” Princess Margaret held her head slightly high, still ready to uphold justice for Pamela Mountbatten, “Why don’t you receive the Chinese? Specially looking for a foreign princess to receive, I knew it, a person who gives money on the streets of Paris is not a good person, Pamela’s sister was cheated,”
Alan Wilson’s eyes narrowed slightly, seemingly entering a state of recollection, giving money on the streets of Paris? It seems like he did do such a thing two years ago, but how did the princess of the British Empire know about it? It shouldn’t have reached the country, ah?
“Where did you see that?” Alan Wilson just remembered that there was such a thing and was about to ask a question.
Pamela Mountbatten appeared, jogging two steps over and said, “Allen, you’re here, this is?”
“Princess of the Iraqi royal family, is the work of the foreign royal family I received today.” Being so interrupted Alan Wilson, directly reached out and introduced, “Her Royal Highness Princess Badia, the aunt of the King of Iraq, the sister of Regent Abdullah.”
“Hello, Her Royal Highness Princess Badia, I am Alan’s fiancée.” Pamela Mountbatten performed a British royal etiquette and said in a friendly manner, “Thank you to the Iraqi royal family for attending the Crown Prince’s wedding, our two countries still have a long number of years to go side by side in the future, so the friendship between the two royal families is very important.”
“Uh, hello.” Princess Badia flinched for a moment before replying with a smile, how did this set of words sound like a foreign-related person giving a speech? Not like something a woman would say when meeting for the first time.
As the saying goes, “Nearer the vermilion is red, nearer the ink is black, with Alan Wilson as her fiancé playing a guiding role, Pamela Mountbatten’s wordsmithing skyrocketed, and the first signs of it were already visible when talking about the Comet airliner before.
“Let me show you around, at least for today is a good opportunity.” Pamela Mountbatten took the initiative and spoke up, offering to show Princess Badia around, taking Princess Margaret with her in the process.
Before Princess Margaret left, she didn’t forget to sneakily make a face at Alan Wilson to express the indignation in her heart.
“So what am I going to do now?” Staring at the meter flag on the roof of the Clarence Palace, Allen Wilson pinched his waist and asked himself, and only after a long time did he say, “How did Princess Margaret know that I was in Paris to save this matter of lost women?”
It’s impossible to blame Alan Wilson, he never spent more than a few days on home soil, he was in Germany when the story was all over the place, and he was in British India for the next few crazes, so how did he know he was so well known?
To this day Alan Wilson doesn’t know that there’s even a place for himself in the top ten moments about the end of World War II as chosen by the British media.
“Pamela, keep an eye on that man, he actually had an affair with a French woman while he was in Paris, I don’t know how he fooled you, but be careful.” Princess Margaret, still unable to get out of her Conqueror’s state of mind, waited until the Iraqi woman had left and hurriedly snitched, “You don’t know how close he was just now with that Iraqi princess, he dared to do that even though you were obviously right there at the wedding, if you had stayed a little farther away, he would have been even more daring.”
“Oh Margaret, sis knows.” Pamela Mountbatten looked empathetic, happy that she had such a sister, and then said, “But you mustn’t mention the matter of the Paris photographs; people make mistakes, but as long as they are corrected they are good.”
“Wouldn’t that be too cheap for him.” Margaret huffed, “I still think we should be careful.”
Pamela Mountbatten was also helpless, it was clear that the photo was extremely famous in England, but Alan Wilson did not know this, because there was no longer a few days in the country.
“Then let’s hold this handle in our hands for now, and wait until he makes a second mistake before mentioning it.” Pamela Mountbatten said softly, “Is that all right, Margaret.”