My own war game

Chapter 123 Traveling afar again
The sound of bombs exploding outside was endless, and most people hid in the air-raid shelters.

But at times like this, some people are busier.

This was Churchill's Prime Minister's Office.

This was the case with Hugh Dowding's Air Force Headquarters.

The same was true of Menzies' MI6, where the spy chief was mobilizing his men to catch spies throughout England.

Goering was a very interesting guy. This fat marshal was the head of the Gestapo before he became the Air Force Marshal and had a huge influence within the German intelligence agency.

This time he mobilized nearly one-fifth of the German Air Force to raid Britain, and he had boasted in front of the Führer that he would definitely defeat the Saxons.

In order to avoid failure, Goering used his influence to force his informants lurking in Britain to provide target guidance for the Air Force, even if it meant being exposed.

For a time, the frequency of underground activities throughout the British Peninsula rose to three times that of usual days, and all members of MI5 and MI6 were mobilized to catch "rats" all over the city.

After finishing the latest report, Menzies walked into the lounge tiredly. As soon as he opened the door, he found a dark figure standing in front of him.

Menzies reached for his gun reflexively, but the other party spoke first, "Don't be nervous, it's me."

Menzies let out a sigh of relief, "He, my nerves are already very bad, please don't show up so suddenly next time."

"I won't do that next time." The Oriental man paused. "Boss, I'm leaving now."

Menzies was stunned and half-jokingly said, "Leave? Where to? Not to the Germans, right?"

"Of course not, it's just that I'm going to disappear for a while. As for where I'm going, I'm sorry, I can't tell you." The Oriental said naturally, as if he was an employee who informed his boss that he was going to take a long vacation.

Menzies remained silent. He had long known the other party's abilities. The guy opposite was someone who could disappear in full view of six people. Such a person could not be controlled by him at all.

"Boss, I want to make a deal with you." He Chi straightened up and handed over a piece of paper.

Menzies took it and found a long list on it. His heart skipped a beat when he thought of some possibility.

"This is a list of German informants lurking in the southern region that I found myself. I can also provide details of each person's activities for comparison."

"What do you want?" Menzies, who was familiar with Oriental people, did not argue with words and directly asked the other party to state the conditions.

"I brought that little girl here. She is now under the protection of Major General Montgomery. If she gets into any trouble in the future, please take care of her."

"Of course that's no problem." Menzies agreed without thinking. He didn't think there would be anything that the Army Major General couldn't handle.

"Also, I left a similar item with Miss Christine. Please take care of it if possible." The Oriental man made his offer without any reservation.

"He, between you and her..."

The Oriental man shook his head and said nothing more. After a while, there was a slight sound from the window and the other party jumped down from the second floor. Soon he was standing on the street.

At this time, someone came up from downstairs to report that de Gaulle's intelligence officer was found in the reception room and Ms. Christine had fainted on a recliner.

The area around London is now a sea of ​​fire. The German bombing no longer distinguishes between urban areas and industrial areas. Hundreds of planes are entangled in the sky and fighting each other, and planes from both sides fall from time to time.

At the airport, planes kept taking off and the control tower was extremely busy.

"Runway 2! Hurricane 15 takes off, heading for Ipswich!" "There is a fire! Fire brigade, go put it out!"

"Don't worry about that, send the wounded away first."

While busy, the commander suddenly discovered that there was an airplane taxiing slowly on the spare runway No. 3.

"Damn it! Who is causing trouble at this time?" The commander cursed, but then a shocked expression appeared on his face. He hurriedly grabbed the phone on the table.
"Command! I see White 01 taxiing. I repeat, White 01 taxiing."

"Impossible! Her Royal Highness is in Windsor Castle now, stop that plane!"

Before the person on the phone could finish speaking, the white Spitfire fighter jet accelerated straight into the sky and soon disappeared into the clouds.

The air battle over London has entered a fierce stage. A Hurricane fighter was surrounded by two BF109s at the same time. The British pilot, who was being tailed by the opponent, tried his best to shake off the opponent, but to no avail.

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!

Fierce machine gun fire rang out, but the one that was injured was not the Hurricane fighter in front, but a BF109 that fell down emitting thick black smoke.

A completely white Spitfire fighter plane broke through the clouds!
"7 o'clock! Spitfire! It's the White Knight!" Someone shouted on the German radio, and then the queue became a little chaotic.

On the contrary, the morale of the British aircraft fleet, which had already been suppressed, was greatly reduced.

"White Knight! It's the White Knight! Her Royal Highness the Princess is here!"

"Long live St. Elizabeth! Long live St. George!"

The British fighter planes of the 11th Air Force began to reorganize their formation, guarding their princess like knights, but at this time the white Spitfires unexpectedly plunged into the German flying formation.

People on both sides were dumbfounded.

The Germans were dumbfounded. They had never seen an air battle fought like this. Did the British royal family risk their lives so much?

The British were also dumbfounded, but the drivers quickly reacted. The woman was rushing in the front, so why should they hide behind?
Our own princess has already done it, so what are you waiting for?
The young pilot in the communication channel screamed and rushed forward following the white Spitfire. The British fighter planes seemed to be disregarding life and death, and even carried out the rare behavior of actively ramming the opponent in the air.

The German army was unable to resist for a while.

After shooting down three enemy planes, the White Spitfire broke through the formation of German aircraft and flew into the distance.

No one knew where he went.

On August 8, the German army's carefully prepared Great Britain Raid failed to achieve the expected results due to the tenacious resistance of the English Air Force and air defense forces. The German army's bombing of London residential areas became a key turning point. From that day on, the attack targets of both sides were no longer limited to military units, and bloody indiscriminate attacks began.

In this battle, the White Spitfire shot down four more German planes, achieving a total of 20 kills. Princess Elizabeth was awarded the title of super ace. She was later promoted to the rank of major as a soldier and was awarded the Victoria Cross.

At this point, Elizabeth's reputation among the people reached its peak.

But the strange thing is that although Elizabeth cherished this medal very much, she never wore it until she was crowned queen. Instead, she always wore the lower-level medal of warriorship on her chest.

More than a decade later, a reporter asked her why she did not wear the medal. Elizabeth modestly said that she did not deserve such a great honor.

People thought it was the princess's graceful modesty, but they didn't know that the Victoria Medal had been waiting in the box for its rightful owner.

(End of this chapter)