Chapter 800 The Founding of the Warsaw Pact

How to face France, as a British, Alan Wilson is torn, he certainly does not want France stronger than Britain. But the existing U.S. Soviet Union eyeing, he is still very from the heart to help the French as much as possible.

Perhaps the original history, from the end of World War II to the Suez Canal War before, this is the British political world ten thousand entangled in the heart, now Alan Wilson also experienced.

In concrete terms, it became nothing to connote France internally, but was constantly helping France. Mouth said don’t body but very honest, hope that in the future on the world stage, can still have a place for Britain and France.

General Navarre was only going to stay in Singapore for one day, and in the course of that day, he also had an immediate impression of this important city of the British colony, “If the three French countries had this kind of prosperity, it probably wouldn’t be like this today.”

“After all, it’s still not the same.” Alan Wilson opened his mouth, Vietnam is too far away from France, and too close to China has a long border, and British Malaya West Malaysia only need to hold the Isthmus of Krakatau, East Malaysia combined with Holland with the navy to block the infiltration is not the same.

Today’s British Malaya looks good, there are a variety of reasons, there is the Dutch power has not completely faded, there are Australia and New Zealand, the two loyal followers of the support, the opening up of the Chinese into the country to dilute the original power, and even the Japanese prisoners of war credit.

Later on, it was but identified as one of the two wings, with the current British still preserved Commonwealth influence and the full support of the British Pound Area, only just had such an achievement.

All the reasons to contribute to the current situation, but even so, can not be said to have not fully accomplished. Until the real test comes, no one knows solid gold deployment, is not another 800,000 against 600,000.

Allen Wilson said he would send General Navarre to the ship the next day, and hurried away to work overtime.

The timing of the French withdrawal seems to have been a little quicker than it was originally intended to be, and it is not known exactly how many months quicker it was.

This could be due to the butterfly effect of the discovery of Algeria’s oil resources, which made the French withdrawal more decisive and did not want the French forces in Asia to dawdle.

A serving French general who might be the head of the Mountbatten Group in North Africa certainly deserves a special send-off from the Imperial Commissioner. Singapore wharf, docked for a day’s rest of the French officers and men, with the smoke on the body embarked on the homeward journey.

Many of the soldiers were very tired after the fierce baptism of war, but at last they were out of the whirlwind for the time being.

The withdrawal of the French garrison in South Vietnam had only just begun, and in the coming months France would follow the promise of the Geneva Conference to take back the French fist and focus on French Africa.

Surrounded by a steady stream of French officers and men boarding the ship, General Navarre and Allen Wilson’s hands were shaken when it was time to part ways.

“Goodbye!” General Navarre looked back at the French officers and soldiers who were boarding the ship and rushed over to Allen Wilson to express his gratitude, “If my memory doesn’t deceive me, Commissioner Wilson has done us a lot of favors.”

“Isn’t that going to pin the deaths of a lot of Vietnamese innocents on me? Well, I mean, rednecks under the spell of the Soviet Union.” Alan Wilson joked, then nodded solemnly, “Anyway, I hope we have another chance to help each other in the future.”

The steam whistle was pulled, the passenger ship full of French expeditionary forces sailed away from the port of Singapore, Allen Wilson looked at the distant passenger ship in silence, although he did not want to use the rabbit’s death to describe it, but at this moment, his mood was indeed quite heavy.

He was ready to write a report to Whitehall on the ins and outs of the French withdrawal, setting out comprehensive recommendations that colonial independence must not spread the shock to the mainland, and listing several possibilities for foreign policy after the withdrawal of several French troops.

It could not be helped; he was a gutter-eating, Downing Street-worrying man’s life.

“Commissioner, you seem heavy.” Even Radovich could see that his boss was in a bad mood and inquired as he started the vehicle.

“Some.” Alan Wilson replied honestly, “Sooner or later, Northern Rhodesia, where you live, will face this problem as well, and I hope to be ready when that day comes.”

“We have sealed the border with barbed wire and minefields leaving only a few exits, north and south are more problematic. That and we’ve observed the animal migration routes in Africa, and even if they were blocked off they would be flushed out by huge herds of animals.” Radwick knew about Alan Wilson’s special relationship with Northern Rhodesia, so naturally he wouldn’t hide anything.

“This is a good idea, the method is stupid but it really works.” Alan Wilson nodded his head, the Slavs from the Balkans who had been cleansing each other for hundreds of years were at least never naïve when it came to racial issues.

Not like South Africa and Rhodesia immigrants, want to comfortably use blacks as cheap labor to be a man of the world, there is the hope that blacks will never rebel, the appointment of the old-fashioned to be a slave. Again when and stand doomed to get nothing.

“The fake news about the clash between Chinese and Malays in Sabah, which has been widely reported, cannot be ruled out as a result of encouragement from countries outside the country that have ambitions for Malaya. The Anglo-Malay government will take appropriate countermeasures to cut off the black hands reaching into the imperial domain ……”

Ingrid Bergman sat on the couch boredly flipping through the newspaper, her long legs bouncing and her thrilling body covered under a silk nightgown, and she and Hedy Lamarr had come to Singapore to work out the logistics for the Imperial Commissioner.

The door lock was jimmied, the door to the room was pushed open, and Allen Wilson’s figure appeared just in time to see the female president of Woodpecker Studios, opening his mouth to inquire, “Where’s Heidi?”

“Upstairs packing clothes.” Ingrid Bergman asked with a slight forehead, “Finished with your business? It’s really getting out of hand, having the two of us follow you here as if no one else can leave you.”

“Ingrid, you know, I can’t stay away from you guys, and cherish the time I can be with you extraordinarily.” Alan Wilson nodded his head like a licking dog, completely lacking the demeanor of an imperial commissioner, and came over to pull Ingrid Bergman up to curry favor, “It’s the source of my hard work.”

“Don’t you mind our age?” Ingrid Bergman said slyly, “While I consider myself still pretty, I live to say that we all are, and there will be a day when we are not. But there are young women all the time.”

“What is this talk? Even if you are older, I treat you the same as you are now, age does not defeat true beauty, there are no women in this world who are always eighteen years old, but there are always eighteen year old women. Every woman has eighteen years old, every woman is like you so exciting?”

“Just know how to say nice things.” Ingrid Bergman leveled her eyes at the flamboyant man, trying to strain her face as best she could, but failing, and shattered, “It’s as if coming into the world looking like that was just for you.”

A tug ensued and the two of them cuddled together, the ripples under their pajamas almost calling out.

“Maybe I came at a bad time.” Coming down the stairs, Hedy Lamarr, with a long dark dress and soft almond eyes, happened to bump into the scene.

“No, you’ve come at the right time.” Alan Wilson stretched out his free arm, displaying the broadness of a man’s bosom, and at this moment, the Lord of the Middle Hall was like having the whole world, and he decided that he would work overtime today ……

Regarding the colonial commissioner’s late night overtime for the sake of the empire, comprehensive considerations, in a nutshell, readers do not need to know.

Perfection has never been what Alan Wilson strives for, and Hepburn is about to return to Europe with her new acquaintance, a famous German femme fatale, the two jewels of the Heilmann family.

And has been promoted from the star to the company owner, gradually hidden behind the scenes of the three Vivien Leigh different, Hepburn is still in the solid first-line actress running on the road, career is still very strong, Bogina Anna sisters can not leave Bonn for a long time, or as the new German nobility of the two at the same time disappeared for such a long time, it will seem very strange.

Three ladies of the same status as his wife to go, Alan Wilson can not fall off the chain at the last moment, reflecting the duties of a husband is a priority.

On the last night in Malaya, Hepburn put her arms around the man and said the words that would break the hearts of moviegoers, “Those pictures, don’t let them out, don’t you dare think that what happens to me is because of your request.”

“No, don’t worry.” Alan Wilson gambled, stating that it was the two of them were too busy working to see each other often, so they left a memento to ease the pain of longing.

This was all the Commissioner’s private collection, how could anyone else see it, Allen Wilson was not being selfish, he was trying to protect the fragile hearts of the majority of his male compatriots. The world has been so cruel, some truths should be buried in the mist.

As Margaret Thatcher, the famous newly minted Tory female activist, would surely agree.

A piece of news came out of Warsaw that shook the world. The Soviet Union, together with the German Democratic Republic, the People’s Republic of Poland, Czechoslovakia, the People’s Republic of Hungary, the Socialist Republic of Romania, the People’s Republic of Bulgaria, the People’s Republic of Albania, and the Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, a total of nine countries, held a Conference of the European States for the Safeguarding of Peace and Security in Europe in Warsaw, and the Conference adopted a declaration stating that, as a result of the ratification of the Paris Agreement by the West, the Soviet Union and the countries of Eastern Europe would take joint measures in organizing armed forces and joint commands.

With the Standing Committee, the Committee of Foreign Ministers, the Committee of Ministers of Defense, the Joint Command, the Military Committee of the Joint Armed Forces, the Joint Armed Forces Staff and the Technical Committee, the Warsaw Pact was formally signed, and a military alliance alongside NATO appeared in Europe.

“A few months early, one more Yugoslavia.” Seeing the news, Alan Wilson reckoned with the differences.