Quisling, who was caught by his colleagues, quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead. Just now, he accidentally blurted out the private contact between himself and the German ambassador.
Originally, he planned to make suggestions in a high-profile manner, "invite" the German army, and then climb to a high position by pleasing the German masters.
But his shallow city was completely unworthy of his ambition, and his petty tricks were exposed.
Almost all the politicians here currently belong to factions loyal to the Norwegian royal family. They have long seen the ambition and radicalness of the Quisling group.
Everyone is well aware of Quisling's pro-German behavior. He copied the theories and strategies of the German Socialist Workers' Party, and with the support of Pritz and others, founded the Norwegian National Unity Party, appointed himself the head of the party, and organized
Everyone instinctively resists the "Norwegian version of Reinhardt" of the Stormtroopers.
And the leader of this pro-German group, Quisling, who is the Norwegian Minister of Arms, stepped forward at this time. His upright purpose is definitely not as noble, upright and selfless as it appears on the surface.
Quisling has huge ambitions and always has!
He contacted the middle and lower-level officers everywhere, spread the ideas in the army, and even openly wooed Colonel Sundero, the commander of the Narvik Port garrison, and gave him a large amount of gold and silver. These are no secrets!
Looking at Quisling, who was pretending to be calm after his secret was exposed, Minister Koch said gloomily: "Minister Quisling, I don't want to care about what you are planning. But if you did something, I'm sorry to your majesty, I'm sorry.
It’s a national matter, I will definitely lead people to kill you personally!”
Quisling clenched his fists nervously, and his fingernails dug deeply into his flesh. After a long time, he responded to Koch in a slow and deep voice: "Minister Koch, if you don't like to hear some words, it doesn't mean that you don't like everyone here.
I don’t even like to hear it. Although your position is anti-German, the facts now require us to be pro-German in order to resolve the crisis."
Although Quisling's words were a bit unpleasant, they were in line with the current situation. Looking around at the gloomy-looking senior officials and members of the royal family, Haakon VII sighed and made a sit-down gesture to Koch: "Forget it!
In any case, Minister Quisling is also looking for ways to solve our current threats."
Haakon VII lit a cigarette, but did not put it to his lips: "The British Chief of Staff, General Ironside, has notified me many times asking us to allow British troops to pass through our territory to Finland. At the same time, they also
Sweden made the same request."
Glancing at the burning cigarette, Haakon VII still had no intention of taking a sip. He just said with a downcast look: "The Swedes refused the British request without any care. To be honest, I envy them.
You have the courage and confidence to act like this.”
Under the gaze of everyone, His Majesty the King put out the cigarette with his calloused hands and cried helplessly: "But we don't...we don't have the strength to support our refusal."
The king's face looked very painful, and it was hard to tell whether it was because of the burnt cigarette butt or the pain in his heart.
"The British won't care about our opinions, and the Germans won't be kind enough to help us for free. Norway is too small. If we want to survive between two opposing powers, we must move closer to one of them to find a solution."
A better outcome than the destruction of the country, even if it is an unreliable ally, we can only accept..." Haakon VII's voice seemed a little hoarse: "This is the politics of Norway, and it is also our only choice.
Politics of choice!”
"So we have to rely on the Germans, don't we?" Quisling's untimely interjection aroused everyone's disgust: "The reason why I broke up with the Germans in advance is that I had already anticipated today's situation."
"Shameless..." Minister Koch cursed softly with his lips trembling.
Everyone here knows how smart Quisling's mind is. To say that he could have anticipated this step in advance is more believable than to say that the sheep killed the lion.
What's ridiculous is that this guy actually had the nerve to find such a seemingly noble excuse for his traitorous behavior, and said that everything was as expected...
What a fucking bastard! Almost everyone present secretly despised him.
"The German army can easily defeat Poland, known as the fifth largest country in Europe and nicknamed the Kingdom of Cavalry. No one will doubt its strength. As long as they help, it will be easy to defeat the British!"
"I suggest that we free up one or two major ports for the German army and invite German troops to garrison to protect us and jointly resist possible invasion by the British army."
"In addition, I think we should..."
Facing Quisling's eloquent talk, many generals turned away in disgust, unwilling to look directly at him. Some even blocked their ears and publicly expressed their dissatisfaction and contempt through actions.
"Enough! I think we are not that bad yet." His Majesty the King finally couldn't help but burst out: "Quisling! Before you speak, please remember that you are a Norwegian, not a German!"
Obviously, Quisling's outrageous remarks had the opposite effect and angered the patriotic and brave old king.
From the beginning, Haakon VII was actually ready to show goodwill to the German government, and he felt that Quisling and the pro-German group behind him should rely on it as a capital to seek help from Germany in the future.
But now, he changed his mind.
Yes, Norway is a small country. It has no more than 20,000 soldiers, less than a hundred warships, and its weapons and equipment are completely incomparable to those of big countries like Britain and Germany.
But Norwegians also have dignity and backbone!
"Minister Quisling, I think you can leave this meeting for the time being." The king said seriously: "Calling the Germans to our territory without firing a shot is something I can't do. You
It is possible to make the suggestion to resist foreign enemies, but it must not be at the expense of giving up dignity and independence! One hundred years from now, we hope that the world will remember a brave and independent Norway, a country that defends its neutrality to the death, rather than a country that will easily
A weak country that bows its head and begs for mercy!”
After waving his hand, Haakon VII did not even look at Quisling: "You go out, I will hold a war meeting for independent defense next. I think you may not be interested in this kind of thing."
When he said the word "independence", His Majesty the King's accent was particularly strong, as if he was emphasizing something.
"How...how could this happen?" Quisling looked at the old king in disbelief and said incoherently.
Screwed up! What he promised to the Germans was completely screwed up! How should he explain to the Germans...
