Chapter 460 Special Envoy
Molotov collapsed.
As a staunch revolutionary, he could face death with equanimity and remain unyielding; but as a husband and father, he could not imagine what kind of inhuman torture his wife and daughter would suffer in that hell.
Seeing Molotov crying and crying like a child, Yannick curled his lips in his heart. Do you know what karma is? Retribution is not bad?
After crying hysterically, Molotov slumped on the sofa like a frost-bitten eggplant.
"It seems that Mr. Molotov has figured it out? If you are worried about your daughter's safety, we can take her to Germany for protection."
When Yannick mentioned his daughter Svetlana, Molotov's face regained some expression.
"Of course, it is taken over secretly, and it is not difficult to create a fire or a car accident and replace the pillars."
Molotov opened his mouth, looking like he was about to say something, and spoke after a long while. "Really? Can you guarantee Svetlana's safety?"
"Of course." Yannick said seriously. "I never treat my friends in the empire unfairly. I can guarantee that no matter what happens in the future, your daughter will live a safe and stable life. Now I want to know what agreement Britain and the Soviet Union signed?"
Molotov couldn't help but be a little confused and pointed to the newspaper. "Don't you all know it already?"
"These are just speculations from the intelligence department, and there is no definite evidence."
"This speculation is almost right." Molotov explained the secret agreement between Britain and the Soviet Union in detail.
"So that's how it is. Oh, Churchill really spent a lot of money." Yannick couldn't help but sigh. India is known as the "jewel in the crown of the British king". Even this pearl can be ceded. Is this a desperate attempt to seek medical treatment? However, the Soviet Union is not up to the task and is still struggling on the Finnish battlefield.
"Then you two can talk slowly." After leaving this sentence, Yannick left the living room and went back to the bedroom to sleep.
Early the next morning, Reinhard came to report. "Your Highness, Molotov hopes to secretly send his daughter to Germany as soon as possible."
Yannick nodded. "No problem, you go contact Natasha to make arrangements. What did he say?"
Reinhard looked excited. "He said a lot, but he knows too much and can't finish it in a short time."
As soon as Reinhard left, Ribbentrop arrived. "Your Highness, the British side will send a special envoy."
"Oh?" Yannick raised his eyebrows. "Churchill is willing to pay 50 tons of gold as a 'peace negotiation fee'?" Churchill, this idiot, would rather give Spain 200 tons of gold than pay 50 tons of gold as a "peace negotiation fee". Now he can't hold on anymore? "Tell them that the 'peace negotiation fee' has increased in price. We won't negotiate without 100 tons of gold." Once Northern Ireland is recovered, Britain will be completely trapped. At that time, let alone 100 tons, he will not be interested in negotiating even 1,000 tons of gold.
Ribbentrop spoke with a strange expression. "They didn't mention the gold, but the envoy was Queen Elizabeth."
"Queen Elizabeth?" Yannick was stunned for a moment, pondered for a while, and nodded. "Order V1 and V3 bases to rest for a day."
On the other side, the Irish army finally launched an offensive against Northern Ireland.
Because the British withdrew the troops in Northern Ireland back to their homeland, the Irish army's offensive was quite smooth.
But although it did not encounter any resistance from regular troops, it was harassed by many stragglers.
When the armored troops drove towards County Armagh in Northern Ireland, three old men with gray beards were fiddling with a two-pound pom-pom cannon in a weed pile on the outskirts of County Armagh, and there were three Lee Enfield rifles next to them.
The two-pound pom-pom cannon originated from the MK II 40mm machine gun during World War I, and in a sense, this thing was gradually enlarged from the Vickers machine gun, and the basic design did not change much until the MKVIII model in World War II. This thing was the shame of the 40mm machine gun in World War II. It had a short barrel and low initial velocity (the early MKII was less than 600m/s, and the MKVIII during World War II was 730m/s), a small bullet weight, and insufficient power. The firepower sustainability of the 14-round belt-fed ammunition was just so-so. It was completely incomparable to the Bofors 40mm machine gun, and was only slightly better than the German 37mm hand-pulled machine gun.
The three old men unpacked the ammunition boxes and loaded the magazines in an orderly manner, holding their breath and waiting for the armored forces approaching from afar. When the armored forces passed by 300 meters away, they aimed at the side armor of one of the tanks and stepped on the trigger suddenly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One after another, the armor-piercing shells swept across the flat field at a speed invisible to the naked eye and hit the Jackal tank.
However, the shells did not hit the fragile side armor, but the strongest front armor of the turret. With a few sharp collision sounds of "ping... chirp", all the shells bounced in all directions and disappeared without a trace.
"Enemy attack! Three o'clock direction!!"
Although they were not the German Wehrmacht, they were also a foreign legion that had experienced many battles. Facing this sudden sneak attack, they did not panic. More than one pair of eyes saw the smoke emitted when the two-pound pom-pom cannon was fired, and infantry firepower of various calibers immediately poured towards the bushes. Grass leaves and branches flew in the dense barrage, and soon the two-pound pom-pom cannon hidden behind the grass was exposed to everyone.
And after the two-pound pom-pom cannon fired three shells, the fourth shell did not fire. "Damn, stinky egg!!"
Just as the three old men hurriedly retreated the dud, the turret of a "Cheetah" self-propelled anti-aircraft gun marching outside the armored unit had already turned around.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The thin shield of the two-pound pom-pom gun was instantly shattered. The terrible firepower repeatedly swept the two-pound pom-pom gun several times until it was confirmed that the target had been completely destroyed before stopping firing.
A jeep drove carefully to the haystack, and several soldiers carefully checked the surroundings and returned to the team. "Sir, there is only one pom-pom gun and three old men, all of them were beaten into a hornet's nest."
The officer spat with disdain and ordered. "Keep moving forward!" There were many harassment battles like this during the Battle of France. The result was basically a tragedy. In addition to gaining the admiration of the onlookers for their courage, the gunners usually lost their lives on the spot.
The armored troops drove into County Armagh, which was almost an empty city. They did not stay for too long and headed straight to Belfast, the capital of Northern Ireland, 50 kilometers away.
The entire Northern Ireland area is only more than 14,000 square kilometers. If everything goes well, Ireland can be unified in three days at most.