My own war game

Chapter 105 The Princess' Afternoon
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The shrill air raid sirens sounded, and dozens of black planes painted with Iron Crosses arrived over London.

Boom boom boom!!! Boom boom boom!!! Boom boom boom!!!
Anti-aircraft guns around London kept pouring ammunition upwards, and black "little flowers" bloomed in the sky.

German aircraft dropped bombs on important targets such as oil depots, factories, and docks, and the rumbling sound of explosions was endless.

The Royal Air Force took off urgently, and a squadron of Spitfires and two squadrons of Hurricane fighters fought with the escorting BF109 fighter group in the sky.

Planes continued to fall from both sides, and the sky was dyed red by the flames of the explosions.

It was July 7th, an ordinary day in London.

The mustached leader on the opposite side had just been saved face by Churchill a week ago, and his plan to persuade Britain to surrender, which he thought was very generous, was thrown back in his face by the Saxons like toilet paper.

The exasperated mustache man then instructed his already fat air force marshal to formulate a large-scale cross-sea air strike plan to eliminate the British resistance forces through the air force, namely "Operation Sea Lion".

At this time, the mustached leader did have the confidence. The total number of the German Air Force had reached 3100, and it was fully equipped with various types of fighter jets.

In contrast, the British Air Force was severely damaged after Dunkirk, with a total of only 1300 aircraft and even fewer fighter jets that could be used for air defense operations, less than 700.

The gap in strength between the two sides is very obvious.

Starting a few days ago, the Germans frequently crossed the English Channel to bomb key military targets at a density of more than a hundred sorties a day.

When the air raid alarm ended, citizens took to the streets trembling with fear. Looking at the German fighter planes flying away, everyone was still frightened.

Someone turned on the radio, which was playing a special speech by Queen George VI. "Some people advised me to go to Scotland, and some people advised me to go to Canada. I told them that if I don't leave England, my daughter won't leave England; if the king doesn't leave England, I won't leave England. The king will never leave England."

"The Germans cannot frighten us, victory will surely belong to England!"

Click! The radio was turned off, and Charles de Gaulle stood in front of the window of the three-story building that served as the temporary headquarters of the Free French.

"This king is much more courageous than that fellow Pétain," the tall Frenchman said to his assistant.

"It's just verbal bravery. It's impossible for him or his family to take up guns and shoot at the Germans." Christine behind him put out the cigarette and said nothing.

"how is the situation?"

"Not very good. The attitudes of the Colonial Forces and the Foreign Legion are very ambiguous. Many people probably want to see whether Germany's actions here are successful before making a decision." Chris replied expressionlessly.

"These damn fence-sitters!" Charles de Gaulle angrily punched the table. After calming down a little, the French general continued

"From this perspective, it is very important for the British side. They must not fall."

"That's right, but it's actually very difficult. The power disparity between the two sides is too great. Even if the ratio is 1 to 3, the British can't afford it." Christine spread out the intelligence she had on the table.

"Factories across the UK are working at full capacity and are now producing a new squadron every week."

"I'm afraid the Air Force won't be able to hold out until then..."

Phew~ Kristen let out a long sigh and rubbed her temple. "It would be great if He was here. He always has some weird ways to solve problems."

"Are you sure it's him? I've seen that man before, and his age seems a little..." De Gaulle chose his words carefully.

"It's him! My feeling is definitely right." Christine bit her lip and said, "But where did this guy go?"
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"Look! Look! So many planes!" Margaret shouted, pointing at the window in the special car.

"Um, has she never seen a plane before?" He Chi asked in a low voice to the leader of the fifth team beside him.

"Only Her Highness Elizabeth has tried small aircraft training, and that person has no experience in this area." The person next to him also lowered his voice and answered. Because of the emergency 999, the conflict between the two sides was eased. In order to avoid trouble, He Chi and other security personnel monitored Margaret at all times. At the same time, in order to avoid the other party noticing, they always referred to her as "that person" when speaking.

The convoy continued to move forward. Their mission today was very special, to protect Princess Elizabeth as she went to Airport B775 to visit the ground staff and pilots.

This is a common political show in the royal family. Sister Elizabeth started to get involved in it two years ago, so she is very familiar with it.

However, Margaret seemed particularly excited. After the ceremony, her first request was for the pilot to take her flying two laps in the sky.

"Your Highness, you are too young. I cannot agree to this request." The person in charge of the airport looked embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, my sister's request is too willful. I apologize on her behalf." Elizabeth's appropriate response made people around her feel warm.

After the gifts were distributed, Her Royal Highness the Princess Royal also took photos with the pilots. The next itinerary was to visit the hangar.

"This is our main fighter, the Spitfire. It has an initial power of about 1030 horsepower, a maximum flight speed of 408 miles per hour, has eight 7.7mm Browning machine guns, and can fly the farthest..." Philip, who came over on his own initiative, talked endlessly about the parameters of the fighter jets around him.

"Yes, I understand." The eldest princess responded in a perfunctory tone, intentionally or unintentionally trying to speed up the process of the tour.

"Of course, steel is a man's romance. If necessary, I can drive it to protect you." Philip vowed. The former Greek prince expressed his love for the eldest princess all the time.

During the break, a buffet was temporarily organized. While the officials were chatting with each other while holding glasses of wine, He Chi came behind the screen with a box in his hand.

Elizabeth was hiding there rubbing her sore ankle. When she saw someone come in, she hurriedly straightened her body, tidied her hair and sat down.

"Your Highness, it's me, please relax." He Chi walked over and put down what he was holding, which was a pair of women's flat shoes.

"I found this in the warehouse, try it." He Chi pushed the shoes over.

"How do you know my feet are uncomfortable?" Elizabeth looked at the Oriental man in front of her with some surprise.

"I was standing behind the stage and saw you constantly tapping your heels while you were visiting. Maybe there was something wrong with your shoes." The Oriental man said so. In his eyes, Elizabeth and Lisa had similar personalities, which made him unconsciously want to take care of them.

The 15-year-old princess was surprised and a little disappointed by the other party's meticulousness. Philip, whom she loved, did not notice this and kept chattering.

"Well, I think I should go out now," Elizabeth said as she started to get up.

"It's every young girl's right to be lazy once in a while. You can actually stay a little longer." The Oriental man took out a tray from behind him like a magician, and it was full of snacks.

"How do you know I like to eat these?" The girl clasped her hands together in surprise and looked at the things on it.

"I found out from your autobiography decades later," He Chi thought to himself, but he just smiled and pushed the tray forward.

There was a slight breeze blowing by. The 15-year-old girl kicked off her shoes in an ungentlemanly manner and stretched out her legs, relaxing with her favorite dessert, sharing her experiences with the Orientals without any political purpose and enjoying the rare afternoon leisure.

This comfort and tranquility will still be mentioned even after she becomes queen.

Tap, tap, tap~There were soft knocking sounds coming from outside.

"What's wrong?" The eldest princess quickly put on her shoes.

"Nothing, it's the security personnel's contact code, code 999," He Chi said stiffly.

"Margaret ran away again"

(End of this chapter)