My own war game

Chapter 109 History Takes a Turn
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A newspaper was thrown heavily onto the table, and King George VI angrily roared at Propaganda Minister Bracken.

"Asshole! Do you intend to let my daughter die by writing this kind of report?!"

Bracken took out a handkerchief to wipe the saliva off his face and glanced at Prime Minister Churchill beside him.

"You are the boss, and you ordered the article to be published. Now that the father of the person is here, you have to speak up..."

"Ahem!" The Prime Minister coughed lightly and picked up the newspaper on the table. He seemed to look at it carefully. The headline on the front page read "St. George Bless England", and the picture was a huge photo. In the crowd, a fifteen-year-old girl raised the St. George flag high in her hand, and the people surrounded her.

The style of the whole photo is like the world famous painting "Liberty Leading the People"

The author of the article wrote in extremely provocative words:

"353 years ago, the great English Navy hoisted the blood-red triangular St. George flag in the Atlantic Ocean, which represented our will to fight to the death and never retreat. Now this flag has returned to the hands of the same noble name." (The British were ruled by Elizabeth I at the time)
"We are now facing a more powerful enemy, and the flag has appeared again, held high in the hands of a brave girl. She is only 15 years old this year, but she can fly a fighter alone and fight against the vicious enemy, just to fulfill her promise to protect the weak and defend the nation!"

"This is a reincarnation that spans three hundred years, and victory will surely reappear in our hands!"

"St. George bless England! St. Elizabeth bless England!"

The text was very bold. Not only did it link the girl, who had no title yet, with the legendary Queen Elizabeth I, it also added the word "saint" to her name without authorization.

The Vatican may not be happy, but the public's support for the royal family has reached its peak through this article and photo.

Of course, every advantage has its disadvantages. Elizabeth's current state is almost like being on the fire, and her every move is being watched by people from all walks of life.

"Your Majesty, please don't get excited. This is just necessary political propaganda." Churchill first calmed the furious monarch. "In fact, this is not a bad thing. With this resume, Her Royal Highness's future political career will be very smooth, and the people will definitely support her."

King George VI calmed himself down a bit and said, "So what now? Can the princess get off the fighter plane again? If we only fly this once, the enemy can use this as an excuse to attack us for conducting an ugly political show. If we let my Elizabeth continue to fly, how can you ensure her safety?!"

It must be said that this king, who had a stutter since childhood, had a lot of health problems, and was more inclined to Chamberlain's appeasement policy in politics, could only be regarded as a mediocre or even ordinary ruler, but for his daughter, he was a good father. At this moment, he was not considering how to expand his political influence, but the safety of his eldest daughter.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, we have made careful arrangements. Please look here." Air Force Commander Hugh Dowding took over the conversation and raised his hand to have someone open the slide on the side, on which a group of chubby guys appeared.

"This is our latest invention. Engineers call it radar. With it we can keep track of the movements of German aircraft."

"So what?" The king obviously didn't understand what the other party meant.

"I want Her Royal Highness to act as an air patroller. We will still use the gray-white Spitfire. We will send the best pilot to fly it. The princess only needs to fly a circle in the air before the enemy arrives. After receiving the early warning, we can quickly guide her to land."

Churchill continued, "This will not only enhance the public's confidence in resistance, but also improve the princess's image in the hearts of the people, and also ensure her safety to the greatest extent."

"Is this foolproof?" George VI asked solemnly. "There is no such thing as a foolproof flight, but this is the safest method," Hugh Dowding said immediately.

"Hmm~" The king hesitated for a moment, "I want to listen to her own thoughts. If she doesn't want to, I won't force her in any way."

"No need to ask, I do!" A female voice came, and the eldest princess pushed the door open. She didn't expect that she had been eavesdropping for a long time.

The girl walked up to Churchill and said, "Mr. Prime Minister, as a member of the royal family, I have an obligation to stand up when the country is threatened, but I have a condition."

"We will meet your requirements to the greatest extent possible." Churchill accepted it without thinking.

"I want to personally choose the pilot who will take me to space!" The girl straightened up and stated her request.

After the leadership reached a consensus, Princess Elizabeth instantly became the focus of wartime propaganda, and the feat of taking off to meet the German army that day was reported in greater detail. Because there were a large number of witnesses, the public had a very high degree of recognition of the princess, and they often added the modifier "our" in front of the word "princess" when mentioning it.

The railroad tracks of history were quietly moved here. In the original history, Elizabeth also joined the army to boost morale and was awarded the title of lieutenant. However, she joined an auxiliary motor vehicle transport unit, which is far from the current air force.

Although everyone, including He Chi who was forced to be a pilot, thinks that Elizabeth is just a mascot in the Air Force, who can say for sure what happens in the sky?

In Belgium, the temporary base of the 26th Fighter Wing of the German Air Force, Adolf Galland was packing his bags. He had just received a notice to return to Berlin to be awarded a medal and get a chance to meet with the Führer to commend him for achieving the double ace title.

But he is not in a very good mood now.

The image of the white figure soaring in the sky that afternoon lingered in his mind for a while.

Even the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Swords and the status of lieutenant colonel commander that he had already obtained could not cheer him up. Now Adolf Galland just wanted to fly back into the sky and have a fair fight with the white Spitfire.

"Congratulations, Adolf, you will be my superior when you come back this time." Flight Captain Hawke Duwe pushed the door open.

"You know, I don't really care about this. What I want is to enjoy the battle." Garland said indifferently, and then handed a cigar to his companion. "Want one?"

Hawke waved his hand and said, "This is still a military camp. I don't have as many kills as you do to act recklessly. I came here today to tell you a piece of news. The person you have been looking for has appeared."

"Oh? Where?" Garland suddenly became interested.

"Look for yourself." The companion threw down a newspaper, at the top of which was a white Spitfire fighter flying in the sky.

Garland took a quick look and threw the half-packed suitcase back into the closet.

(End of this chapter)