"Okay, I won't say much to you. Just follow my instructions! I'm in Orel now and there are many things to deal with! By the way, last time I asked you to transfer me the "Skeleton" armored grenade division of the Armed SS that I sent back to Berlin. Have you set off now?"

Chen Yanlong ignored Keselin, who was as stupid as a chicken, and continued.

"Ah! Yes, yes! They are already on their way back to China!"

Keselin, who came to his senses, immediately replied in a conditioned reflex.

"Yeah! OK! Thank you!"

Chen Yanlong nodded with satisfaction.

Then he hung up the phone as usual.

“…”

Kesseling was very uncomfortable and disgusted with this; but who said that he was the head of state, so even if he didn't like it, he had to learn to endure and get used to it.

At this time, the Royal Cruise Queen Mary, who had been leaving Scotland for almost six days, was slowly passing through the Ambrose Lighthouse at around 8 a.m.; and under the escort of the American escort destroyer, sailed towards New York Bay at a high speed of about 30 knots, and their destination was Tompkinsville, Staten Island.

The Royal Cruise Queen Mary belongs to the British Canard Shipping Company. It is one of the most luxurious cruise ships to sing and dance in the upper class in Europe before World War II, and is also a famous floating sea palace.

The maximum speed of this cruise ship can reach 34 knots and carry more than 10,000 people.

However, at this moment, the Royal Cruise has changed into a prison ship, and is specially equipped with hundreds of fully armed British troops with rich combat experience.

Because now, this Royal Cruise is escorting German soldiers captured after the defeat of the North African battle.

These soldiers are now going to be crossed by the British army through the Royal Cruise Queen Mary, and sent to a war camp in the southwest of the United States for imprisonment.

Of course, in addition to German prisoners and British soldiers, the Royal Cruise Queen Mary also has some big figures on the ship.

These big names are all from the highest-level generals of the British Army, Navy and Air Force, and British Prime Minister Churchill is among them.

They are heading to Washington, USA to prepare for a Trident meeting with President Roosevelt and the United States Joint Chiefs of Staff members.”

British Prime Minister Winston Churchill, standing on the front deck of Queen Mary of Royal Cruise, was smoking his large Havana cigar that he rumored to smoke at least eight to nine a day.

At this moment, there was no emotional fluctuation on his round face with wrinkles on his forehead; but his eagle-like gaze was still extremely sharp.

"How long will it take to get to Washington? Marshal Deere!"

Staring at the misty weather over New York Bay that was about to arrive, British Prime Minister Churchill asked the British Field Marshal John Greyll beside him.

"It's almost done, just wait a little longer!"

Marshal John Greyle Deere responded coldly.

To be honest, he didn't like Prime Minister Churchill at all, and even a little resentful to the other party.

Why?

Because his status worsened due to constant quarrels with Winston Churchill, he was criticized by Churchill after the failure of the Greek Battle. He also lost his position as Chief of Staff, and to his greatest annoyance, this position was also handed over by Churchill to Viscount Alanbrooke.

Let him watch others get along, and he can only be the chief representative of the British side of the Joint Chiefs of Staff in Washington, USA.

"Actually, I told Roosevelt and Marshall that we would land in Bart Park in Manhattan! And we could travel to Broadway while having a good relationship with Americans! Who knew that those US Secret Services had 100,000 oppositions, saying that it was for our safety to prevent being assassinated by the enemy!"

Ignoring Marshal Deer's cold expression, Prime Minister Churchill sucked a long cigar, and then vented a large smoke ring heavily and said angrily.

"There is no way! Now is the critical period of the war. The US military is doing this for the sake of our lives and safety, so we should thank them!"

Marshal Deer shrugged his shoulders and said expressionlessly.

"Tsk! What's there to be afraid of! Didn't our Marshal Montgomery defeat the desert fox in Africa, and also drove out of North Africa with the Italian troops? And look at our Royal Cruise Queen Mary, which is full of 5,000 German prisoners!"

"And the Battle of Tunisia is about to end. I see that the 250,000 soldiers of the German and Italian army will either surrender to us or be wiped out by us! But I see that the Italian army has no intention of fighting to the death! If they do not surrender to our British Empire, the sun will have to come out from the west! As for those German army with no ammunition and food, I'm afraid it won't be tough for long!"

Prime Minister Churchill said happily, smoking a cigar and sucking in mist.

"Or! But the German army is still not exhausted now! It's better not to relax too much, otherwise we will be the ones who are afraid of losing!"

Marshal Deer sneered and retorted.

"Hey! Or! But no matter how the German army led by Hitler counterattacks and struggles to survive; we must find a way to win this war, for the interests of our British Empire in the Mediterranean and the future living space! Germany will never be able to leave!"

Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Churchill responded with a cold look on his face.

Marshal Deer did not respond to this, but was silent.

"Hahaha! I said, Marshal Dier, why are you so worried and serious? Now all the war is changing to the good side. We should now be happy to look forward to the best and look forward to victory! Come! Come and have a meal with me in the restaurant on the boat, and then celebrate the battle of Tunisia that we are about to end; and also discuss with us for the battle of Sicily that we are about to launch!"

Prime Minister Churchill glanced at Marshal Deer, who suddenly remained silent, patted the other party's shoulder gently, and laughed.

But at this moment, Viscount Alanbrook suddenly looked ugly, and hurriedly ran towards them with a telegram.

"What's wrong? Viscount Alan Brook! Why are you so anxious?"

Seeing Viscount Alan Brook running in front of them, Prime Minister Churchill still smiled heartily.

"The big thing is not good! Prime Minister! The 12th US bomber brigade that we sent to bomb Magana Airport on Pantelleria Island was completely wiped out by the Luftwaffe! None of them were left!"

Viscount Alan Brook said anxiously with a very ugly expression.

"What, you're kidding me! That's a whole brigade of bombers! Why was it completely wiped out by the German army at once? Didn't our intelligence network say that there are only 80 Italian aircraft stationed there now?"
Chapter completed!