My own war game

Chapter 83 Lost
Perhaps it was God's blessing that although Major General Montgomery's car was destroyed, two bicycles that were probably abandoned by others were found in a corner of the camp.

So the major general on two wheels actually ran past the German tracks and arrived at the dock first. (This is adapted from real history, the prototype of the character is Alexander, the commander of the British First Army)
"Sir, we seem to be lagging behind! There are no ships to be seen in the harbor anymore." The adjutant, who was pedaling a bicycle nearby, said breathlessly.

"Hold on, Steven! I always ranked last in grades when I was in school, but now I have the highest position!" The major general at the side was no slower than the young man, and the bicycle under his feet seemed to be able to surpass the adjutant.

After crossing the ridge, the beach was already visible in the distance, but they found that most of the ships had already started to leave the shore, leaving only a small boat leaning against the cliff, and the people on it kept waving at them to go faster.

Bang! With a dull thud, the bicycle tire burst, and the young adjutant fell directly to the ground.

The major general saw his adjutant fall, jumped down, picked up the young lieutenant, and then ran again.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I..."

"Shut up, Steven. Your rank is not worthy of making me give up my soldiers!" the 50-something major general said in a scolding tone without stopping at all.

The two men almost rolled onto the boat.

The Oriental leader led his men to paddle hard the moment they came up, and casually threw an oar to the major general, "Come and help! We have to get to the boat within ten minutes!"

"How rude, this is..." The adjutant wanted to speak up for the lieutenant general.

"If we can't row back within 10 minutes, we will all be prisoners of war of the Germans!" He Chi said unhappily, but he didn't stop at all.

Although the Oriental man was not polite, the major general said nothing, which was unusual for him. Instead, he took the oar and rowed forward together. Surprisingly, for a man in his 50s, he rowed not slowly.

3 minutes, 2 minutes, 1 minute, 20 seconds!
The agreed time had arrived, but the Little Wanderer was still far away, and the last few dozen meters became an insurmountable chasm.

Woohoo!!! Woohoo!!!
The Little Ranger blew its whistle and the ship began to move slowly.

He Chi knew that it was not the boatswain who wanted to harm him, but that the situation had reached the point where he had to leave. Otherwise, the Little Wanderer, which was already drafty with so many people on board, would be stranded directly on the beach.

It was not time to give up yet. The people on the boat were still paddling hard, trying to catch up with the Little Traveler at the last moment.

Someone ran onto the deck of the little tramp. It was the boatswain. He held a lifebuoy tied with a rope in his hand. He waved his arms and threw it over with all his strength!
Splash! The lifebuoy fell into the water, and He Chi reached out and grabbed the rope on it.

"Men! Pull them up!" the boatswain shouted, and the people around him shouted and started to tow the boat towards the ship.

saved!
Every soldier was cheering in his heart. The major general turned around and said to his adjutant, "See? I told you we would..."

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
There was a huge explosion, and a shell hit the middle of the two ships, not only directly cutting the rope, but also overturning the boat with the huge waves, and everyone on board fell into the water in an instant.

His vision was obstructed and there was sea water all around him. He Chi choked on water twice as he was up and down. He could swim, but it was totally inadequate in this environment.

Cough! Cough! He Chi tried hard to stick his head out, but someone grabbed his hand and he couldn't keep his balance.

Between life and death, there was no time to think, a gold coin was turned out...
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In the early morning of May 5, all the outer positions of Dunkirk were lost, and the beach landing sites were all exposed to the firepower of the German Army and Air Force. At least 31 civilian ships of various types were destroyed in the artillery fire that day. Because it was too dangerous, many small civilian ships were forced to stop rescue operations.

On June 6, most of the British Expeditionary Force had boarded the ship and began to transport other Allied soldiers.

On June 6, due to heavy losses, the British Air Force chose to retreat during the day.

On June 6, the German army broke into the city of Dunkirk and captured about 3 French soldiers who had not yet evacuated. This number was far less than in history. In this battle, both Britain and Germany claimed that they had achieved the expected results. The British side claimed that they had successfully brought 2 soldiers back to England, while the German army published a list of captured senior Allied officers.

However, after checking with the British government, some people found that a missing senior official of the British government was not on the list.

Let's move forward in time a little.

A beach somewhere north of Dunkirk.

A German Bv 141 reconnaissance plane flew over from high altitude, constantly observing the situation below.

"Muk! There's something going on down there!" The lieutenant in the co-pilot seat shouted, pointing down.

On the beach by the sea, two human-shaped figures were lying on the sand, motionless, letting the waves hit them.

"It's probably a body that floated over from France. It's either British or French." The person sitting in the front shrugged, seeming not to care.

"Do you want to fly lower to confirm?"

"Forget it. There are a lot of these things recently. Every time we check, our gas is running low." The driver sitting in the front finally made a decision.

Bv 141 flew away, and 5 minutes later there was still no movement from the two "things", as if they were really two corpses.

A water bird flew over and looked over with its little head tilted, as if trying to confirm whether there was really no danger in front of it.

Closer, no problem.

A little closer, still no response.

The water bird felt relieved and hopped over to peck at the strand of black hair.

Bang!
A hand tightly grasped its wings!

At night, under the hidden cliff, a newly lit fire was carefully suppressed, and the plucked seabird was placed on the unextinguished sparks.

"General, I found something nice that will be good for your injury."

He Chi took some grass juice collected from the cliff and smeared it on Montgomery's wound. His leg was cut by the reef.

The wound felt cool after it came into contact with the grass juice. Montgomery asked in surprise, "What is this?"

"They are just some wild herbs that can reduce inflammation. We are lucky that there are still a lot of them under the cliff."

After He Chi finished speaking, he picked up the roasted seabird (or smoked one would be more appropriate) beside him, smelled it, and found the bloody smell was still very strong, so he put the branch back.

boom! boom! boom!
The sound of artillery fire was heard again from the horizon, but to both of them, it was not as important as the meal at hand.

(End of this chapter)