Germany: The Thousand Year Empire

The next day, as dawn broke, more than ten transport aircraft circled within the clouds, escorted by fifteen Fw 190 fighters.

Following a command, the 2nd Battalion of the 101st Airborne Task Force began its airborne operation.

Paratroopers dressed in black jump suits passed through the thick clouds.

For them, this was their easiest mission.

Many of the paratroopers even treated it as a vacation trip. Although their faces were distorted by the wind, a certain leisure could still be seen in their eyes.

However, after thinking for a long time, many German paratroopers still could not think of any famous British delicacy worth eating.

London.

Piccolo's Flower Shop.

Sempill and Piccolo, who had both been released from prison, sat side by side at a table on the terrace, chewing loudly on steak while watching the magnificent sight of paratroopers descending from the sky.

"Fuck, do you know what those idiots from MI6 fed me?"

Sempill cut into the steak with a vicious motion.

"Hard bread. As tough as some old woman's callus."

"They do have some skill. They were originally going to torture me, but after discovering that I had connections with the Japanese, they locked me up again."

Piccolo took a sip of red wine.

"That is why you were not executed."

"I heard MI6 executed quite a few people before their emergency withdrawal."

Sempill swallowed two mouthfuls of steak, then used bread to wipe up the sauce on his plate. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Piccolo, I am curious."

"Where will you go after the British mission is over?"

"Back home?"

Piccolo shrugged.

"Perhaps."

"In any case, I have had enough of this nerve-wracking life."

"I plan to open a steak restaurant in East Prussia and live out the rest of my life on my bonus."

He paused, then glanced at Sempill.

"Oh, and Baron, I must warn you about continuing to entangle yourself with the Japanese."

"The next intelligence officer might not be as easy to deal with as I am."

"I understand, I understand."

Sempill rubbed his round belly, then pulled a piece of intelligence from the sole of his shoe.

"Before I was arrested, the Japanese disclosed a piece of news to me."

"It concerns East Asia."

"You might find it interesting."

Then he pointed at the plate.

"Also, did you fry this steak?"

Piccolo took the intelligence and smiled.

"Of course."

"This is one of the few meaningful gains from my intelligence trip."

He folded the information away.

"Goodbye, Sempill."

"It was a pleasure working with you."

"Goodbye, Piccolo."

Sempill extended his hand.

"Although I do not know whether that is your real name, you are a good spy for Germany, and a good friend to me."

After a brief handshake, Piccolo put on his black felt hat, turned, and left the terrace.

Only Sempill remained, sitting there alone as he gazed at quiet London.

On the other side, the German carrier Wilhelm arrived at Brighton Port.

Inside the shipyard lay the unfinished battleship King George V.

Farther away, the hull of a new destroyer was still gleaming from polishing. It was two thirds complete and had been designed specifically to counter the German Air Force.

Naval Captain Hilar looked at those unfinished ships, and a sense of regret rose in his heart.

Britain's formidable warships had ultimately been prepared for others.

The blue smoke rising from his cigarette was scattered by the breeze drifting through the doorway.

His gaze fell upon the striking black German military uniforms.

Hilar knew that today was his final day serving Britain.

Meanwhile, at Windsor Castle, Edward VIII completed a rather simple coronation ceremony beneath the bishop's anointing.

He had once lost the throne.

Now he had taken it back in this manner.

The absurdity of it all forced Edward to give a wry smile.

He took off the crown.

The splendid robes on his body felt more like shackles, trapping him on the British Isles, trapping him upon this false throne.

Unlike Edward's gloom, Wallis Simpson was extremely happy.

She had become a British princess, and her offspring would now have the right to inherit the throne.

But noticing her husband's mood, she suppressed the excitement in her heart and gently stroked Edward's shoulder.

"Mr. King, you should cheer up."

"Jörg is the King's son-in-law, after all."

"From any perspective, he will not target Britain's aristocratic system."

"Perhaps you can even obtain greater authority."

Knowing that his wife was comforting him, Edward let out a heavy sigh.

He forced a bitter smile onto his drooping lips and nodded while holding her hand.

"You are right."

"But some things can never return."

Facing this topic, Wallis wisely chose to remain silent.

Glancing at the secretary walking quickly toward the door, she squeezed Edward's tense shoulder reassuringly, then left the office.

"Is there any news from the Resistance Government?" Edward asked.

"There is news, Mr. King."

The secretary lowered his head.

"George, sir, has safely arrived in Iceland."

"Wealthy businessmen and soldiers from some regions chose to flee on civilian vessels, and we did not stop them."

"At the same time, the colonial governments of Australia, India, and Egypt were the first to distance themselves from us."

"They claim that we are an unrecognized false regime."

"I understand."

Edward closed his eyes briefly.

"Prepare a speech for me."

"It is time to fully inform the public about what has happened."

After Edward's speech, [On the Sources of Numerous Problems Over the Past Two Years], many of the past issues caused by the war were shifted onto Churchill and George.

The British Isles officially drew a clear line between themselves and the British Resistance Government.

The British Resistance Government, resting in Iceland, simultaneously issued a statement proclaiming the legitimacy of its rule over the colonies, while denying the legitimacy of Edward VIII.

The rapid change in political attitude caused the public opinion campaigns that had previously attacked Germany and Jörg to undergo a drastic reversal.

The most obvious example was The Times.

This newspaper had once called Jörg a demon and a tyrant.

Now, it called him the Savior of Europe and a Promoter of Peace.

Such an enormous change took less than three days.

Of course, society's attitude toward surrender was diverse.

But because Germany's bombing intensity against the British mainland had been relatively low, and because Germany had repeatedly offered surrender terms and windows for peace, most citizens believed that avoiding internal European bloodshed and uniting to fight the Russians was more important.

Aside from this silent majority, public opinion split into two extremes.

One side was the ultra pro-German faction.

The other was the hidden local resistance faction.

Beyond the ordinary public, the aristocracy was very happy to see Germany land on the island.

A minority even believed that Germany would help Britain return to monarchy in its older sense.

And through that, they might regain the aristocratic rights they had held before the Glorious Revolution.

The next day, after German paratrooper forces occupied the broadcasting station and declared a two-day curfew, the Peace Government led by Edward VIII formed a new cabinet dominated by surrender advocates.

Ironically, Sempill successfully leveraged his aristocratic status and was elected Naval Minister.

He then traveled with the new cabinet by plane to Berlin to organize peace talks.

With Britain's surrender, the French were undoubtedly the happiest.

Because Pétain had contributed to the naval confrontation, Vichy France took a seat among the victorious nations.

And as the German Army captured the coastal resistance forces that had no will to fight, the French Army high command suddenly felt that perhaps they were not so incompetent after all.

Berlin.

Presidential Residence.

Jörg quietly gazed at the European Union emblem in his hand.

Unlike the blue background with yellow star clock from his previous life, this version of the emblem, while retaining the yellow star design, was far more magnificent.

The background was a light blue map of Europe.

At the center stood the World Tree, woven from golden threads.

Above it, the iconic German Black Eagle spread its wings and perched upon the treetop.

Around the Black Eagle, yellow stars representing the member states of the European Union formed a circle.

Seeing the Führer reveal a smile, Joseph, the German Propaganda Minister responsible for designing the emblem, understood.

From this moment on, this would be the symbol of Europe.

[TL: Damn]

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