Snow Leopard: Building the Strongest Elite Group through Robbery

Chapter 881 This is the darkest day in the empire

No more fleet.

How can this be.

Chaoxiang Xiuling looked at George for a long time as if he were a monster. "Do you think we would refuse a fleet from Watsonton after spending so much time and energy?"

"You've already thrown shade at the Prime Minister's office in London, and you're not even allowing them to fight back."

"As for counterattack, that depends on whether they have the courage. Our Shancheng army fought hard to support us, but the Japanese army was extremely fierce. We attacked several times, but we paid a heavy price. In the end, we had no choice but to retreat. What do you think of this reason?"

"How shameless." George took a deep breath and saw Chaoxiang Xiuling's expression changed. He quickly gave a thumbs up; "But shamelessness is very useful."

"That's all right. Shancheng has always adhered to a creed: never fight a battle you are not sure of winning."

George looked through the document again and nodded. "Alright, I'll submit it. As for how the Prime Minister's Office will make a decision, I can't guarantee that."

In the foggy city, at the Colonial Secretary's office building, the secret telegram was delivered to the Colonial Secretary Smith, who read the contents.

Smith looked up at the ceiling in frustration. "God, Shancheng is probably the first entity that dares to make such an unreasonable demand to my mighty empire."

The secretary next to him said, "Your Excellency, we absolutely cannot agree to their unreasonable demands."

Smith looked at his secretary for a long moment and then said, "You're right. We should have rejected their unreasonable request outright. But you've forgotten one very important factor. We need them right now."

The secretary paused for a moment. "Our powerful imperial army."

"Alright, stop bragging. If the imperial army was truly powerful, they wouldn't have annihilated 300,000 soldiers in just two weeks, and it's even more impossible for them to capture Malacca in such a short time."

Just deceive the people. If you deceive yourself, then the empire is doomed.

"Get ready, we're going to the Prime Minister's Office." This matter was no longer something he could decide.

Winston read the telegram carefully. After looking at the Colonial Secretary, Foreign Secretary Viskin, and Defense Secretary Wilder who were present, he silently lit the cigar beside him.

The smell of tobacco wafted through the air, and everyone present looked a little unhappy.

Winston stood up and walked to the window, looking at the dark sky in the distance. He said, "Gentlemen, we must always remember this dark day."

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister." Wilder approached him. "We must reject their unreasonable demands. We absolutely cannot agree to them. If we do, it will mean that our international image will suffer a disastrous defeat. Our Empire..."

Smith listened to his ambitious speech, coughed, and then said, "Sir Wilde, if you can ensure that the troops in my empire are capable of stopping those damned yellow-skinned people in central Burma, I firmly believe that your decision is correct."

Ah, this... this... isn't this making things difficult for me?

"You..." Wilder turned to look at Smith; "What do you mean?"

Weiskin coughed. "Mr. Smith means that if we can stop them, we can reject them without hesitation. As long as..."

"I can't do it." Wilder shrugged calmly. "It's not that I don't believe that my imperial soldiers don't have that ability, but I trust my own judgment more. We... can't do it."

It was a bit too frank. At least the cigar in Winston's hand trembled a little at the frank words.

"Prime Minister," Smith said, approaching Winston. "Watsonton's plan has been very successful. They are rapidly building the railway. The situation in the Far East won't see a large-scale victory or a turning point anytime soon. We can't really withdraw a large number of troops from West and Central Asia. We need the mountain city to contain the Japanese."

"Smith, are you planning to agree to their demands? Do you know that if we agree, we will become sinners of this empire, and we will forever..."

"If we let the Japanese army into South Asia, we would be the real sinners of the Empire." Smith looked at Wilder with all his might. "If our troops were more capable, would I want to do this?"

"Okay." Winston put out his cigar and turned to look at Weiskin, who had been silent all this time. "What do you think?"

Weiskin took a deep breath. "Shancheng chose the perfect time and place, and offered us an offer we simply can't refuse. I don't think there's any real tension in using the Foreign Affairs Department to negotiate with them. Rather than wasting time, it's better to just consider their offer."

Winston hummed and said, "Their fleet..."

"Prime Minister," Smith approached him. "We're not their only option if their fleet docks. If we use this to force them to back down, even if they agree, won't they be able to retaliate in other ways later? To use a saying from their Shancheng, they're like tofu falling on the dust, they can't be hit or slapped. They're like a powerful man, and we have to coax them."

What a dark day.

Winston took a deep breath and looked at the people around him. "Gentlemen, remember this dark day. My empire has been the most powerful for so many years, but I never imagined that today, a small mountain city would be controlled to such an extent. This is a shame for my empire, and it is a shame for us."

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister, are you saying that we agree to their demands?"

Wilder felt he still had to try harder. He thought for a moment and said, "Prime Minister, we can still mobilize three divisions from West Asia and two divisions from Central Asia. Also, we can..."

"Can you give me a definite answer? Are they in central and northern Burma?" Winston interrupted Wilder.

Wilder was speechless. How could he guarantee it? Not to mention that the combat effectiveness of the imperial army was really not worthy of the taxes paid by the imperial people. Even if it was worthy, the battlefield changed in an instant. How could he really guarantee that there would be no problems at all?

He really can't do this.

"You're not sure, are you?"

Winston was asking.

Wilder glanced at his colleague and nodded helplessly. "Yes, Prime Minister, I'm afraid I can't make such a guarantee."

Smith chuckled and muttered beside him.

"Then what the hell are you talking about?"