My own war game

Chapter 75 Air Combat (Seeking follow-up reading)
Navigation V2; British signal language V2; Anti-aircraft weapon control V3, the information flashed across He Chi's eyes.

"I tell you the direction, you execute it. If there is any deviation, everyone will die." He Chi put down his gun and said to the engine room operator, then climbed up to the machine gunner's position on the second floor of the ship and shouted into the intercom, "15 degrees to port, heading northwest, go forward at medium speed!"

The engine room operator had just been thrown into confusion by the bomb, and was now frightened by the weapon in He Chi's hand, and subconsciously obeyed the orders of the recruitment office.

"Port 15 degrees, heading west-northwest, proceed at medium speed!"

In the chaotic fleet, the Little Ranger started up, with black smoke belching out of its chimney, and rumbled towards the Dandelion.

In the distance, on the destroyer HMS Hereward, Captain John Hughes rubbed his eyes and confirmed again that he was not dazzled. "God, is this guy crazy?"

"Sir, it looks like he wants to cover the Dandelion." The first mate said in a low voice beside him.

"It's a very courageous act, but what a pity..." In his opinion, although the behavior of the Little Ranger was brave, it was almost the same as suicide.

A Stuka was swooping down towards the Dandelion. The people on the ship were in chaos. Some were running around, some were squatting with their heads in their hands and praying, and some with poor mental qualities simply jumped into the sea.

Camille closed her eyes while protecting the wounded with her body.

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

Intensive machine gun fire rang out, and a sound like frying beans broke out in the sky. The Little Ranger stood in front of the Dandelion, and the anti-aircraft machine guns on one side spewed fire into the air.

The 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullets swept across the low-flying Stuka's fuselage, directly tearing a hole in its wing.

The Stuka painted with the Iron Cross brushed past the hull of the Little Ranger and plunged into the sea.

"Haha! Good job!"

"That's fucking great!"

"I'm going to have a toast to this guy when I get back!"

The sailors on the nearby ships cheered and celebrated this hard-earned victory. This was the first time a German plane was shot down since the two sides had exchanged fire today.

But at this time everyone still thought that this was a record created by a lucky guy by chance.

The fleet of planes flew over again, and this time the target was changed to the little vagrant. The German planes wanted to take revenge on this ignorant little boat.

Chug tug tug tug! ! !
The Vickers heavy machine gun spoke again, this time sweeping down the tail of a BF-109. The opponent was emitting thick black smoke and heading towards the shore. Soon, explosions were heard on the other side of the mountain.

So accurate?!

The other planes hurriedly gained altitude and gave up the bombing. Two companions were shot down one after another, causing chaos in the formation.

At this time, a buzzing sound was heard from the sky again. A formation of four new British Spitfire fighters and six Hurricane fighters rushed towards the German planes.

The Stuka, which was not good at dogfighting, turned around and ran away when it saw the Allied planes. The remaining five BF-109s that were escorting it also quickly broke away after one of them was shot down.

The sea surface, which was filled with the roar of gunfire just now, suddenly returned to silence.

In this battle, the Allies lost two frigates, and the destroyer Foxhound was slightly damaged by a bomb at the stern. The Germans lost three aircraft and several minelayers. Both sides suffered losses.

The minesweeper's operation was completed, the route was restored, and the battered Little Ranger resumed action.

Woo~~~~~
Woo~~~~~
Woo~~~~~
All military and civilian ships, including the flagship HMS Hereward, sounded their whistles as a sign of the highest respect for the brave Little Ranger.

Someone on the boat took off his hat and saluted. He Chi, who was leaning against the machine gun, also raised his hand in response. His boss, Banks, was holding a hand-cranked camera and was shaking with excitement as he spoke.
"I'm going to be rich! I'm going to be rich! With this belt I will definitely be rich!"

Hereward, command room "What a great guy! Please make arrangements so that I can meet him after we dock." The person who spoke was Vice Admiral Bertram Ramsay, the commander-in-chief of this operation.

"Sir, according to the previous arrangement, you will have to give a speech to the public after you disembark. The Prime Minister requires you to attend." The adjutant beside him politely reminded.

"Well, let's put it this way..." Lieutenant General Rembert rubbed his chin, "Then let him go with me to see the Prime Minister."

"Well... OK, sir, I'll arrange it." The adjutant stopped talking at the right time. His duty was to give advice at the appropriate time, not to make decisions for his superiors.

As soon as the Little Ranger docked, Captain Jason jumped over, and on the other side, Camille on the Dandelion lifted her skirt and trotted over to meet them.

The couple who were almost separated by life and death kissed each other on the dock, with tens of thousands of people serving as their backdrop.

In order to boost morale during this return voyage, the British government mobilized a large number of citizens to welcome these frightened soldiers.

On a makeshift stage, a fat man weighing about 190 pounds delivered an impassioned speech, "We will not abandon any soldier. All the king's soldiers will return home safely. The brave and fearless Royal Navy is capable of doing it!"

It was British Prime Minister Churchill.

He Chi curled his lips in the audience. The fat man did not lie. He did bring back all the "king's soldiers" - historically, about 4 French people were finally thrown on the beach as the rear guard and captured by the Germans.

The Allies also distinguished between close and distant relatives.

After the speech, He Chi followed Lieutenant General Ramsay to meet the legendary "Iron Prime Minister"

"Young man, I have heard about your deeds. You will be awarded a medal after this rescue." Churchill patted He Chi on the shoulder and said in a praising tone.

He Chi felt neither sad nor happy. He knew that the other party was just speaking for show and he was not the focus of the meeting.

Sure enough, the Prime Minister's attention then shifted to the generator project itself.

"How's the efficiency? How many soldiers have returned?" Churchill asked, with a hint of nervousness in his tone.

"Nine thousand people have been evacuated so far. If the front-line troops can hold out for another week, about 5 people can be transferred back in the end." Vice Admiral Ramsey answered truthfully.

"Only 5 people?" The Prime Minister fell into deep thought.

"Players, please note! If the final transferred allied forces are less than 20, the player's results for this round will be invalid!" At this time, the system's warning also sounded in He Chi's ears.

"Hey! Don't add any conditions during the mission!" He Chi cursed in his heart, but it also felt a bit strange. Historically, the generator plan was indeed expected to bring back only 3 to 5 people at the beginning, but in the end 33 people came back. What happened in the process? What is the variable?
At this time, the two people were still talking.

"How is the collection of civilian ships going?"

"About 200 civilian ships responded to the call and joined the action..."

"It's not enough. We need to intensify publicity and try to attract as many people as possible..."

200 civilian ships? This number is only a quarter of the historical number. Why is it so small? He Chi's mind was spinning rapidly.

Publicity... Publicity... That's right! An idea suddenly occurred to me!
"Mr. Prime Minister! I have some ideas about propaganda to the public." He Chi abruptly interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Tell me about it, young man." The fat man Churchill waved the cigar in his hand, motioning He Chi to continue.

"My boss, Banks, volunteered for the operation and has some valuable tapes..."

(End of this chapter)