Chapter 814: Haile Selassie I

“Yeah, I’m looking forward to it too, I mean, worried, yeah, worried.” Alarmed at the slip of the tongue, Alan Wilson hastened to add, the bitchy look on his face, which had provoked the war, shifted to a look of compassion, both concern for the expansion of the war and hope for peace.

Eyes are the windows of the soul, but also thanks to now Hedy Lamarr wearing black robes, in addition to a pair of seductive eyes, the face of contempt are under the black veil, which avoids the embarrassment of the two.

To be playful a filial piety, a black veil effect in fact and wedding dress have almost the same effect. But obviously, Hedy Lamarr this one does not have this effect, pure latter-day Arab conservatives only have to wear.

Even so, as long as one could see those eyes, any person had the feeling that this woman must be beautiful.

“I’ll change my clothes.” Hedy Lamarr gave a direct word and went straight into the bathroom.

Alan Wilson, meanwhile, sat on the couch by the window and launched into a reasonable guess about the current round of French fuss. Whatever the end result was, it should be far more disastrous than it had been at the same time in history. He even came up with something like the Turkish government’s slogan, “There are no Algerians, only Gobbledygook Frenchmen.”

Hedy Lamarr soon came out, strutting her long black legs, opened her bedroom trunk, and took out her underwear to change as if no one else was there, pulling the Reich commissioner, who had been immersed in the great business of key politics, straight back to reality.

“This is also too exciting.” Alan Wilson let out a suppressed strange cry, full of expression of not being able to receive a bird.

Hedy Lamarr, who only had the black silk on her legs left unchanged, glanced up at Alan Wilson and couldn’t stop complaining, “Don’t think I have much time, it’s just that other people don’t want to come over. Greta won’t even come out the door, Ingrid’s still busy with the company, and I’m the only one who ends up seeing you alone.”

“Heidi, I appreciate it.” Alan Wilson didn’t know what an animal’s rut was like, but his state at the moment illustrated what a human rut looked like, with one eye taking in the whole thing without dropping a single frame.

Such compliments did not cause a ripple here in Hedy Lamarr, who had heard similar sweet nothings countless times in different phases of her life, and in no time at all, Hedy Lamarr put on a shirt, untied the braids that bound her hair, and sat over with her long hair in a shawl.

“Will I look less dignified this way?” Hedy Lamarr inquired with a serious look while one black silk rested on top of the other, hidden under the shirt.

“It’s okay, isn’t it?” Allen Wilson’s words were not enough to pretend to be solemn, and with difficulty he averted his eyes, wanting to reflect the professionalism of the Imperial Commissioner, evaluating from an objective and neutral point of view, but his afterglow always wanted to skim that way, which was awkward.

“What are you looking at?” The corners of Hedy Lamarr’s mouth curled up slightly as she teased, “It’s not like you haven’t seen it before, where you haven’t been allowed to fumble around carefully, and you’re being a gentleman at this time.”

“Hedy, you know, I’m traveling on business this time.” Alan Wilson organized his language, but in the end, after half a day’s thought, he forgot all about the basics of discourse, and was ashamed of the British Empire’s many years of training.

Hedy Lamarr listened and nodded, “Right, why did you come to Africa this time, you were in such a hurry in Paris, you left with a little notice, what are you doing here this time?”

This can’t be blamed on him, the future of the empire is at stake, the big event of a hundred thousand fires, of course Allen Wilson can’t stay too long in the capital of romance, he would like to, but the time is really not allowed.

Opening his mouth, Allen Wilson replied, “In fact, it’s similar to what France has to do now, but with different means?”

It dawned on Hedy Lamarr that Britain was also facing a wave of colonial independence, and with a searching look, she asked, “Where is it?”

“British Sudan.” Alan Wilson answered and then added, “No smaller than Algeria, a very large colony.” This was all modesty, the area of British Sudan, was bigger than Algeria.

Hedy Lamarr didn’t know about Sudan, but Algeria still knew something about it, the French country had previously been ecstatic about reports of oil discoveries in Algeria, and the fervor lasted for a long time, a side effect of the political chaos in France was that all factions were hot on politics, in other words the key political environment in France, could be a lot hotter than in Britain.

Naturally, some basic information about Algeria had to go along with this heat for people like Hedy Lamarr who didn’t care much about politics.

“Are you going to suppress it too?” Hedy Lamarr inquired after thinking about it, a flash of worry in her eyes, if suppressed, Sudan might cause a conflict, she had to be a little worried, in the face of such a terrible danger as war, the woman coping with it was still a little panicked.

“No, the methods used by France, Britain absolutely not used.” Alan Wilson flatly denied it, adding, “Generally we use political means to solve problems.”

The truth is that Britain didn’t have the spare troops for repression, and it was still fairly clear that Britain was winning and losing when it fought France from the colonial era until World War I, when Britain occupied areas with better land and more civilization.

The consequence was that Britain faced a resistance that was generally more difficult to deal with than what France faced.

If one chose to suppress it in the same way as France, French Africa was within France’s area of operations, and Britain was fighting farther away than even France, and the cost of suppression was going to come at a much greater cost.

Comparing the pre-war colonies, Algeria was the best of the French colonies. But I don’t believe any sane person would think that Algeria, or Vietnam, could be compared to British India.

National will may be higher, but that doesn’t make up for the fact that post-independence India could hammer Vietnam to death. If Vietnam went to war with India, it could take some advantage at first, but once there was a slight mistake, it was a total collapse.

“So-called sophisticated political maneuvering?” Hedy Lamarr didn’t take what Allen Wilson said literally he had also met the man in New Delhi and at that time he had a bad taste in his mouth, like a master key to a multitude of Hollywood locks.

“You’ll know when the time comes, heh heh.” Alan Wilson laughed softly, he wasn’t really embarrassed to say that he wanted to divide and conquer. After all, it had already been used once, although it was a result of the two major religions themselves, and Britain was reluctant to do it at first.

British Sudan covers an area of two and a half million square kilometers, more than twice as much as Egypt, just to look at the area, it should be the Sudan is Egypt’s big brother, but in fact, for the general country, the size of the population to determine the strength of a country or not, the war, after all, need to be supported by the population.

The population of Sudan is about seven million, of which the ratio of Arabs to blacks is about four to one. The Arabs are more than five million, and the Negroes of South Sudan number more than a million.

Egypt’s population was more than three times that of Sudan, and when there was no population explosion, Egypt was far more powerful than Sudan.

Of course in the eyes of many in later times, the division of Sudan was another strong evidence of British colonization, and it was thought that the result of its division was a landmine planted by Britain, which, in Alan Wilson’s opinion, was even more nonsensical than the partition of India and Pakistan.

Arabs or blacks, which is better? It’s as if people are amicably loving each other as a family without Britain. All of them are standing and talking.

In terms of the ratio of population to area, Alan Wilson is still quite confident that the population is no more than the level of a Hyderabad, if not worse, and that the Sudan is an unresisting presence for Britain.

At the British Embassy in Cairo, Egypt, Alan Wilson, in front of his colleagues in the Foreign Office and the Sudanese commissioner John, shouted, “The future of the whole of Sudan is in my hands, and as soon as my pencil casually scratches on the map, it is the birth of a new nation.”

The British at the embassy laughed and raised their glasses in approval, knowing that the remark was a boast made by Prime Minister Lloyd George, at the Paris Peace Conference, while conferring with the French Prime Minister, indicating that the post-war world was in the pencils of two men.

Allen Wilson, at this point in time, said the famous quote from the Paris Peace Conference, expressing an unbeatable determination, “How do we want to do it, how do we want to do it, with a colony of seven million people? Don’t need to be taught by anyone, just do what is good for Britain, never mind what other countries think.”

“Exactly! Cheers!” Colleagues at the British Embassy chorused in agreement, approving of such imperialistic words.

“Alan, what are your specific thoughts on this one?” John, glass in hand, inquired if there were any thoughts.

“Do I need to think specifically about a fart’s size? Hum …… “Alan Wilson drained the liquid in his glass in one go, full of concern, “If you dare to mess with me, I might come up with a scenario where one of the parties is very much at a disadvantage. That would be bad for everyone.”

Khartoum is the current capital of Sudan, Khartoum is the confluence of the two Nile rivers, the Blue Nile in the riverbed before the confluence with the White Nile there is a small island in the middle of the riverbed called the “earth dyke”, the Blue Nile River is divided into two, the south side of a stream of water in the south side of the island with the White Nile River meets and flows forward, and in the northern end of the island with its other stream of water, the Blue and White Nile River, thus merging into one, called the Nile River. The Blue and White Nile thus become one river, called the Nile, and then flows northward to Egypt.

Although the total population of Sudan is only seven million, Khartoum is a big city with a real population of one million. The whole city looked very Arabian.

After spending a few days in Egypt, Alan Wilson and John, with their assistants, took an airplane and landed in the middle of the airport built by the United Kingdom, which is considered to be the official arrival of this city of independence.

Meanwhile, in Addis Ababa, the capital of Ethiopia, in the palace of Emperor Haile Selassie I, a white face in a suit was communicating with His Majesty the Emperor, “I and many friends believe that with His Majesty the Emperor’s influence in Africa, he should express his views on the situation in Sudan.”