My own war game

Chapter 79 Personal Items
Dunkirk, dusk.

The sun would set completely in half an hour, but the battle in the sky was still fierce, with planes constantly falling into the water and exploding with black smoke.

Britain's all-out efforts to pick up people from Dunkirk made the German General Staff smell danger.

The man with the mustache had reacted. He ordered the 18th Army to resume the attack. The German 2nd Air Brigade began to bomb the city and the port despite the ground anti-aircraft fire and interception by British fighter planes.

As the sun set, the German army, having lost more than a dozen planes, finally stopped bombing, and the British planes began to return - they flew from the mainland and then returned, their effective air time was very short, and they would almost certainly land at the airport at night.

The Little Ranger stopped at the shallows, and immediately soldiers led by officers waded closer.

"Let me up! Let me up! I'm from this company! I'm from this company!" Soldiers were shouting in the distance, but the small boat on the opposite side could not fit any more people.

In order to prevent chaos, the shore command issued an order: soldiers must board the ship according to their unit organization, that is, people on a ship should be from the same row or company.

This certainly has its advantages, as it can improve the efficiency and orderliness of the retreat, but there are also disadvantages. Once a soldier is left behind because the ship is full, it will be very difficult for him to board the ship of other troops - unless the ship is not full, but just think about it and you will know that this is impossible.

"I'm British! I'm British! Can anyone help me?" Seeing that there was really no room, the soldier changed his way of shouting.

For several days, there has been an unwritten order of priority on the beaches of Dunkirk: NCOs > technical soldiers > ordinary infantry, and British > French > Belgians/Dutch/Poles.

The British soldier wanted to continue shouting, but suddenly he felt a lightness on his shoulder and was lifted up to the deck of another ship.

"Shut up! Just stand on the deck first. Someone will collect your unit number and personal information later." said a young man with an exaggerated oriental face.

The soldier felt a little embarrassed for a moment when being scolded by the colored people, but when he saw the other party's fierce eyes, the soldier did not dare to refute for a moment, and shrank his body and leaned against the corner of the ship's side.

Soldiers began to board the ship one after another. They belonged to the same company and maintained good order. The officers who boarded the ship even distributed cigarettes to the soldiers to ease their tension.

At this time, a discordant voice sounded: "They are not from this unit!"

Two figures carrying stretchers were squeezed out, and the young soldiers' faces were full of panic. He Chi walked over and took out the non-commissioned officer certificates from their pockets.

Two Belgian soldiers apparently wanted to sneak on board as stretcher bearers.

"Go into the cabin, the innermost room, you and I will share a room." The Oriental man made a decision.

"We protest! Our company's people have not all come aboard yet! According to the command of the headquarters, people from the same unit should be given priority to board the ship!" the leading officer shouted.

The Oriental man glanced at this side and turned around. "I obey the command of the headquarters. I declare that the First Brigade of the Belgian Guards will have priority to board the ship. Considering that they are small in size with only two people, your people can take the remaining positions!"

"You bastard! We still have at least one squad of people down there!"

"One squad? No problem at all." He Chi turned around and said to the people around him, "Now everyone, throw away all the extra items except your weapons. Everyone only has one gun left!"

"what?!"

"impossible!"

"This is private property, you have no right to do this!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar and the soldiers began to protest.

"How dare you do this to the Queen's soldiers? They are fighting the Germans at the front and have made great contributions to the country!" The officer tried to pull He Chi's collar, but suddenly found himself "flying". Bang!
The officer was thrown to the ground from behind. During the argument, the Oriental man's collar was torn open, revealing a gold third-class medal of the Order of the British Empire, which attracted everyone's attention.

"I shot down two German planes and bombed German tanks. At least 10,000 people died at my hands. When can you achieve a record similar to mine before you can talk to me like this?" The Oriental man stared into the other's eyes and said.

Then He Chi stood up and walked into the center of the soldiers, pulled out a Scottish bagpipe, and threw it into the sea.

"Okay, now you can choose, either throw the things over my boat, or go down with the things!" the Oriental man ordered in front of more than a hundred soldiers.

The soldiers looked at each other, looked at their officer lying on the deck, and then looked at the golden imperial medal on each other's chest, and finally compromised.

Whole bags of personal belongings were thrown into the water with a clatter, and new space was quickly made on the boat.

"Weigh anchor! Set sail!"

The deep-draft Little Traveler, carrying more than a hundred people, slowly sailed out of the beach.

The cabin was very crowded. Three people had to squeeze into a single room. He Chi leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to take a nap. The two Belgian soldiers who had escaped looked at the Asian faces in front of them with trepidation.

"First, sir." A soldier hesitated for a long time before speaking.

He Chi opened his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I don't know how to say it, I just want to express our gratitude." The soldier handed over something, He Chi took it and found it was a roll of pounds.

"No, I don't need this." He Chi shook his head and refused.

"Then can you give me an address? When I return to my hometown, I hope to write to you and send you some local products..." another soldier interrupted.

He Chi was silent for a moment, then threw the money back to the soldier and said, "Keep the money. You will need it later. As for going home, you may have to wait for a while."

By May 1940, 5, Belgium had surrendered after holding out for 28 days and suffering more than 18 casualties in the army. The German army successfully entered the Belgian capital of Brussels, and the Belgian border north of Dunkirk was now wide open.

Time is running out for the British.

Plop! Plop! The sound of water drops hitting the deck, and rain began to fall from the sky.

The soldiers still on the deck were drenched by the rain, and everyone subconsciously looked for a place to shelter from the rain.

A soldier found a piece of waterproof tarpaulin at the stern and tried to get in to shelter from the rain. However, as soon as he put his head in, he hit his head on a hard object.

Duang~~~
"Didn't they say that all personal belongings must be thrown away?" a soldier complained.

"These are the captain's things. If you are dissatisfied, you can talk to him directly." A sailor came over and said casually.

Then he patted the thing again and added, "You better hope the Captain never has to use it."

It was a small depth charge launcher.

　It will be on the shelves tomorrow. Since I don’t have any drafts on hand, the update will still be in the evening. Thank you all for your company!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)