"...For hundreds of years, Britain has spread civilization to the entire world. Now, to defend that very civilization, Britain will never surrender. All forces will disperse into every village and town to fight to the end against the barbarians invading our land.

"My fellow countrymen, we shall fight the savage invaders in every village, every woods, every canal, and every building. Whether the opponent is Chinese, Black, or a shameful white traitor, we shall inevitably annihilate them and win the final victory."

At this point, Churchill paused. As a politician, he understood the power of cadence and emphasis. Most importantly, since those spineless cowards wanted him to take responsibility, as long as he remained in the Prime Minister's seat, he would wield the Prime Minister's power. Thinking of the reactions of those shameful, weak-willed men, Churchill felt a surge of grim satisfaction.

Taking a sip of water, Churchill continued: "My fellow countrymen, the British Cabinet and His Majesty the King will fight alongside you. There are only two possible outcomes to this war: either every Briton dies, or every invader is wiped out. There is no other possibility!"

Having finished his radio broadcast, Churchill looked at his pale-faced close friends and staff members and said easily, "Gentlemen, we must prepare for the upcoming battle. Go and make your preparations."

With that, Churchill puffed out his portly belly and leisurely left the broadcasting room, preparing to return to the Prime Minister's residence.

Recently, due to food shortages, many people had fled to the countryside to forage, leaving London exceptionally quiet. It was so quiet that the London fog, which once seemed eternal, had dissipated, revealing a cold sky.

Now, London was becoming crowded again. Some people from the bombed-out cities had fled back to the capital. Although they were all emaciated and jaundiced from hunger, Britain had harvested in October, so they weren't at the point of starving to death just yet.

The people on the streets had dull, glazed looks, appearing as if they could find no direction for the future. Churchill had already pointed the way: as long as everyone took up arms and waged war against the invaders, their blood would surely stain the soil of the British Isles red.

Back at 10 Downing Street, Churchill found one of his few remaining cigars in a hidden compartment in his office. As a veteran smoker, Churchill had purchased a large quantity of cigars before the outbreak of the war, ensuring a basic supply throughout these painful days and nights.

He used a cigar cutter to snip the end, then lifted it to his nose. He could feel that the few remaining cigars were starting to lose their flavor. If he didn't smoke them soon, they would become unpalatable. Just as he lit the cigar, he heard a great commotion outside 10 Downing Street—the sound of a significant number of troops on the move.

Churchill had only taken a few puffs when the noise grew louder. Before long, the office door was pushed open, and a Colonel led over a dozen soldiers, armed and ready, into the Prime Minister's office. The soldiers did not salute Churchill; instead, they leveled their rifles at him.

*Has it finally come?* Churchill felt a sense of relief. His hand did not tremble as he took another puff of his cigar and looked at the Colonel. He recognized the man; his name was Heidworth, an officer from a minor noble family.

"Colonel Heidworth, are you here to achieve historical fame by assassinating the Prime Minister?" Churchill asked.

This composure, coming from a man who was completely unarmed, momentarily allowed Churchill to dominate Colonel Heidworth in presence. However, Heidworth quickly regained his footing and said coldly, "Prime Minister, was your broadcast just now intended to force the entire British people to be buried with your policies?"

Faced with this accusation, Churchill found it laughable. He chuckled. "Hehe. Colonel Heidworth, who sent you? Have those cowards still not found the courage to dismiss me in Parliament, opting instead to seize power through assassination? If they resort to assassination, how will the next Prime Minister treat you when he takes office?"

Hearing Churchill's mockery, Colonel Heidworth realized Churchill had misunderstood his intent. He replied, "Prime Minister, you are mistaken. Those elitist dogs of Britain are currently facing a situation similar to yours. The revolutionaries believe that you elites can only bring more suffering and sacrifice to the British people. Only by getting rid of you can Britain be saved."

Churchill was surprised to hear that these men had not been incited to carry out a sudden assassination but were planning a purge of the British upper class. Alongside his surprise, he felt a certain sense of perverse pleasure. He had indeed heard rumors that some in the British Army wanted to resort to "extreme measures," but he hadn't expected them to actually dare to launch such an operation.

For some reason, Churchill's old journalistic instincts kicked in, and he asked, "Colonel, I do not care about my personal life or death. I am simply curious: how did you coordinate with these soldiers?"

Seeing Colonel Heidworth's look of bewilderment, Churchill added, "Colonel, if you believe that a few hundred men can launch a successful coup, I think that idea is perhaps too naive. Forgive my bluntness, but if you merely kill some of Britain's leaders without being able to unite the entire British Army, you will likely fail. Even if your raid succeeds and the Chinese army rapidly invades Britain to force a surrender, you will only go down in the history books as a traitor who invited the wolf into the house. I know you truly believe you are saving Britain, but future history books will not record it that way."

Colonel Heidworth's face turned somewhat pale because his line of thinking was exactly what Churchill had described. The unit he led had been stationed behind the coastal defense lines Britain had constructed, allowing them to escape the massive Chinese thermobaric bombings.

Afterward, a large number of British Army troops who were unwilling to die defending the coast retreated toward the London urban area. The chaos within the British headquarters allowed these units to begin communicating with one another. Through this contact, Colonel Heidworth discovered that far more soldiers than he had imagined wanted to kill the damned British Cabinet.

The war had reached a point where Britain had utterly failed, yet the British Cabinet insisted on continuing the fight. What had particularly triggered Colonel Heidworth occurred a few days ago: his unit had been assigned to port defense. Two large ships were docked at the harbor, both painted with Red Cross symbols to indicate they were non-military vessels.

The people boarding the ships were all wealthy and powerful, dressed in mink, silk, and other expensive materials. With the help of servants, they were loading large piles of luggage onto the ships. Some noblewomen were even leading expensive lapdogs; though the dogs were on leashes, they still walked with an arrogant gait.

The soldiers had been cursing the entire time. At a time like this, even dogs could board a ship and leave Britain, while the soldiers were expected to stay behind and die. They might as well rise up in rebellion!

"Prime Minister, we are here today to take you all to your deaths!" the Colonel shouted, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and fury.