Timaya sneered at him and said: "If this plan came from someone else, it might still be possible to discuss, but once you participate, the situation is completely different. In just ten years, you have been promoted from a major to a lieutenant general.

Sitting on the throne of Chief of Staff, who do you think you are? Have you ever commanded a battle with live ammunition? Not with your pretty face and eloquent mouth. I once resigned for your promotion.

Once, it's a pity that it didn't stop your prosperous official career."

General Thiemaiya was the former Chief of Staff of the Indian Army and had always had objections to India's military adventures. Until he was replaced last year, the current Thiemaiya is actually no longer a powerful general.

Unlike an upstart like Lieutenant General Kaul, Timaya's speech at this time was fierce, but there was not much voice of agreement.

This angered the junior Kaul, who thought he was relying on his seniority. "You'd better be clearer. This is a combat meeting, not a parliament where you can make personal attacks at will. My appointment letter was personally signed by Prime Minister Nehru," he said.

For this reason, you should resign as much as possible, but this time, no one will persuade you to take it back."

When Kaul was promoted from Major General Commander of the Fourth Division to the post of Chief of Staff, Timaya strongly opposed it, believing that he was prone to exaggerating, full of illusions, and had no actual combat experience. He was indeed unqualified for the position second only to Chief of Staff.

But Nehru categorically rejected his opinion and directly signed the appointment letter. For this reason, Thimayya angrily requested to resign.

Nehru retained Thimayya at the time, but ultimately did not change his appointment. Last year, he dismissed Thimayya as chief of army staff.

Timaya was not opposed to the offensive, but this plan was full of loopholes and whimsical plans, which made the Army Chief of Staff feel the fear of doomsday. In his eyes, the forward policy of showing courage was just a pile of shit.

Even if Mountbatten returned to India to formulate a combat plan, he would not be so wishful thinking.

This was the moment that decided the fate of the country, and he could no longer remain silent. He volunteered to participate in this combat meeting and came forward to state a large number of reasons. However, in addition to receiving some sympathy from Lieutenant General Singh's eyes, he

Apart from the comfort, the other words were indifferent cold eyes and scornful smiles on the lips.

"Admiral, you are no longer the Chief of Staff." Lieutenant General Kaur said with a sneer. "I asked you to attend the meeting just to be polite, not to criticize India's bravery. You are so cowardly.

, don’t you feel ashamed?”

Thimayya seemed not to have heard, and said to Defense Minister Menon: "Mr. Minister, wake up from your dream! The enemy is not vulnerable, nor will he never fight back. Thinking about the Korean War, I don't want to say

, but I have to say that they are more capable than the Indian army."

This last sentence angered all the senior generals present. Suddenly, there was a scolding sound from the oval table: "You are not worthy of being a soldier!"

Menon just blinked his thick eyelids, without even raising his head, and waved his hand and said: "Go away, you are indeed old."

The last efforts of the former Chief of General Staff were ignored, and the eyes of all the Indian generals who attended the meeting were filled with disgust. This drained all Thimayya's strength. Defense Minister Menon asked him to leave, which was the last straw for him.

A straw.

Timaya stood up tremblingly and left the meeting room of the Ministry of National Defense where he was not welcome. Where he had served for more than ten years, no one cared, let alone tried to retain him. He faced the old general who was kicked out indifferently.

As he approached the door, he suddenly turned around and shouted majestically: "You bastards, you will be shot one by one."

At eight o'clock in the morning, Alan Wilson, who went to Whitehall to take leave, returned home and sent his family and mother-in-law Edwin to the airport. Also coming out to see off were Pamela's sister, Patricia and his wife.

In his hand, he held the telegram sent to him by Wick, the ambassador to India. The content of the Indian defense meeting came to Alan Wilson's hands one night. Before leaving British India, he had consciously

Carry out mine laying.

Of course, many of them have been eliminated by Nehru, and as time goes by, their role will become smaller and smaller in the future, but this high-level meeting record of the Indian Ministry of Defense still appears in his hands.

On the way to the airport, Alan Wilson kept watching the meeting. In the departure hall, he revealed the situation to Marshal Mountbatten and Patricia.

"War seems inevitable?" Mountbatten was very interested in India. He was the last governor-general of British India, although this was not a very memorable experience. "When will it start?"

"Maybe right away, maybe a few days later. I don't know!" Alan Wilson forgot when this war and the Cuban Missile Crisis officially broke out, but it was either two days earlier or two days later, there was not much difference.

"If a war breaks out, where does the UK stand?" Patricia's husband, John, was also attracted attention and came over to ask, "The world is so dangerous, I even want to leave."

"Dear Senator, I just pretend I didn't hear you. It would be better for you not to do anything that would bring shame to the House of Lords." Alan Wilson said with a cold face and a somewhat indifferent tone, "As for this matter specifically, if it wasn't for this

Time, we can offer every support except help. But not now!”

The mascot of the House of Lords did not know the inside story of the government, but Mountbatten already knew about Cuba, otherwise he would not have agreed to his daughter taking Edwin away in the name of her mother's recuperation.

"Marshal, maybe we should formulate a rescue plan for India. Let's talk later." Alan Wilson raised his wrist, revealing an unpretentious Patek Philippe. He was about to board the plane. The departure hall was not the only place to talk about this.

Good place to do things.

Pamela Mountbatten looked after the children and looked relaxed, but in her eyes her husband was just pretending to be relaxed. Her eyes were full of reluctance. When the time came, Pamela Mountbatten called out to her husband and wanted a farewell hug.

This scene made Edwin and Patricia couldn't help but laugh. Even so, Pamela Mountbatten still ignored it and waited there with her arms until Alan Wilson came over, holding her man in her arms.

He whispered in his ear, "You really don't want to go with me?"

"What de Gaulle behavior?" Alan Wilson moved his hand down his wife's back and gently slapped Pamela Mountbatten on the buttocks and replied in a low voice, "Do what I tell you, this is a good opportunity.

"

Pamela Mountbatten smiled. She was not an unforgettable beauty, but her smile was still bright at this time. She nodded vigorously and said, "I will start when I get there."

After hugging for a while, there were no longer a few onlookers. Alan Wilson let go of his wife's body, and the two waved to each other like lucky cats. Pamela Mountbatten took the child into the passage.

Alan Wilson watched his wife disappear without moving. This was both superficial engineering and instinct. If he couldn't do this, how could he survive in front of so many movie queens?

At this time, Alan Wilson got out of his wife-watching state and drove directly to Mountbatten's house. The driver was Patricia, and she joked about the scene just now, "You two have a really good relationship."

Alan Wilson didn't feel embarrassed at all about his serious sister-in-law's teasing, "Marriage needs to be managed carefully by both husband and wife."

Pedestrians in London are still doing whatever they want, not knowing the truth about the world. This ignorance may also be a kind of happiness. Alan Wilson took half a day off to see his family members on the plane, not forgetting to take the opportunity to discuss it with Mountbatten.

, how to take advantage of the heat this time.

Most people in this world have no idea that two conflicts are brewing, but as an insider, Alan Wilson must clarify his father-in-law's attitude, "People are so ignorant and don't know anything."

"Alan, what do you think the consequences of India's forward policy will be?" Mountbatten asked, "Now that you have learned the inside story, you must have a way to deal with it."

The consequences? Alan Wilson said to himself, of course he was beaten to a pulp. The prestige accumulated since independence melted like ice and snow. All the Third World leaders and leaders of the Non-Aligned Movement were gone.

"This matter must be involved, not for India, but as an opportunity to demonstrate British influence." When Alan Wilson spoke, he really wanted to ask how much rags Britain still had left over from World War II. If not, how much should it be taken?

The Lee-Enfield rifle, which is older than his father, can make up for it. India is not picky anyway, and it is still in service in the 21st century.

"You don't seem to recognize India's combat effectiveness." Mountbatten saw that his son-in-law didn't mean what he said.

"No!" Alan Wilson, who was well versed in the ways of two-faced people, denied it, but felt sorry for his conscience. He really couldn't tell lies on the Indian issue with his eyes open. He added, "For thousands of years, the Indian army has

When it was most effective, it was called the British Indian Legion. The last time it was named in history can be traced back to the time of Alexander the Great."

"This question is not important, Marshal. The key is that this is an opportunity to enhance British influence. If the Soviets use any forward policy, it is really a terrible sight to think about, but the Indians do this? We still have to do a good job in India

People prepare for defeat and then hope for a miracle to happen."

"But if the miracle does not happen, we have to consider how to maximize the interests of the UK. This requires a good attitude from the Ministry of Defense. Of course, I think it is not a problem for the respected Minister of Defense, Mr. Profumo."

Ever since Profumo was involved in the Soviet espionage case, he has been completely controlled by Alan Wilson, just like the prime minister controlled Emperor Xian of Han Dynasty.

The world at this time is like the calm before the storm. There are two conflicts brewing that can shock the world. The Cuban missile crisis that shocked the first and second worlds, and the decisive battle on the top of the Himalayas that shocked the third world.
Chapter completed!