Chapter 105: The Afternoon of the Eldest Princess
Ang! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
A shrill air raid siren sounded, and dozens of black shadows painted with iron crosses arrived over London.
Dong dong dong! ! ! Boom, boom, boom! ! ! Boom, boom, boom! ! !
The anti-aircraft artillery around the city of London continued to spray ammunition upwards, and black "little flowers" bloomed in the sky
The German fleet dropped bombs on important targets such as oil depots, factories, and docks, and the sound of rumbling explosions was endless.
The Royal Air Force took off in an emergency. One squadron of Spitfires and two squadrons of Hurricanes fought in the sky with the escorting BF109 fighter group.
Planes from both sides continued to fall, and the color of the sky was dyed red by the explosion fire.
This is July 10th, an ordinary day in London.
The mustached head of state opposite had just been humiliated by Churchill a week ago. His plan to persuade Britain to surrender, which he thought was very good, was thrown back on his face by the Saxons like toilet paper.
The furious Mustache immediately instructed the Air Marshal, who had begun to gain weight, to formulate a large-scale cross-sea air raid plan through the air force to eliminate the British resistance, known as the "Sea Lion Plan."
At this time, the mustachioed head of state does have this confidence. The total number of German air forces has reached 3,100, and all types of fighters are fully equipped.
In contrast, the British Air Force was severely damaged after Dunkirk. The total number of aircraft was only 1,300, and there were even fewer fighter jets that could be used for air defense operations, less than 700.
The difference in strength between the two sides is very obvious.
Since a few days ago, the Germans have frequently crossed the English Channel to bomb key military targets at a density of more than hundreds of sorties every day.
The air raid siren ended, and citizens took to the streets in fear, watching the German fighter planes disappearing in the distance. Everyone felt a lingering fear in their hearts.
Someone turned on the radio, which was playing a special speech by Queen George VI. "Some people advised me to go to Scotland, and some advised me to go to Canada. I told them that if I don't leave the UK, my daughter will not Leave England; the King will never leave England."
"The Germans cannot scare us, and victory will belong to England!"
Click! The radio was turned off, and de Gaulle stood at the window of the three-story building that temporarily served as the headquarters of the Free France.
“This king is much smarter than that guy Pétain.” The tall Frenchman said to his assistant.
"It's just verbal bravery. It's impossible for him or his family to hold a gun and shoot at the Germans." Christine behind her put out her cigarette without comment.
“How is the situation?”
“It’s not good. The attitudes of the colonial troops and the Foreign Legion are very ambiguous. Many people probably want to see whether Germany’s actions here are successful before doing anything. Decision." Chris replied expressionlessly.
“These damn wallflowers!” De Gaulle punched the table angrily. After calming down a little, the French general continued
“Looking at the British side, it’s very important. They You must not fall down.”
"That's right, but it's actually very difficult. The strength of the two sides is so disparate that even the British can't afford it at a ratio of 1:3." Christine spread out the information she had on the table.
“The entire British factory is working hard, and now a new squadron can be launched every week.”
“I am afraid that the Air Force will not be able to hold on until then...”
Phew~Kristen grows a baby He sighed and rubbed his temples, "It would be great if He was here. He always has some weird ways to solve problems."
"Are you really sure it's him? I've seen that person before. His age is There seems to be something..." De Gaulle considered his words.
"It's him! My feeling is absolutely right." Kristen bit her lip and said, "But where has this guy gone?"
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"Look! Look! Look! There are so many airplanes!" Margaret yelled while pointing at the window.
"Um, hasn't she seen an airplane before?" He Chi asked in a low voice to the person in charge of the Fifth Division beside him.
"Only Her Royal Highness Elizabeth has tried small aircraft training, and that one has no experience in this area." The person next to him also answered in a lowered voice. Due to the emergency 999, the conflict between the two parties has been alleviated. In order to avoid trouble, He Chi and other security personnel monitored Margaret at any time and at any time. At the same time, in order to avoid being noticed by the other party, they always referred to "that person" when speaking.
The convoy continues to move forward. Today their mission is very special, to protect Her Royal Highness Elizabeth and go to Airport B775 to express condolences to the ground crew and pilots.
This is a common political show in the royal family. My sister Elizabeth started to be exposed to it two years ago, so she is familiar with it.
But Margaret seemed particularly excited. After the ceremony, her first request was to let the pilot take her up to the sky for two laps.
"Your Highness, you are too young. I really cannot agree to this request." The person in charge of the airport looked embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, my sister's request was too willful. I'm here to apologize on her behalf." Elizabeth's appropriate response made everyone around her feel like a spring breeze.
After the distribution of condolences, Her Royal Highness the Princess also took photos with the pilots. The next itinerary is to visit the hangar.
"This is our main fighter, the Spitfire, with an initial power of about 1030 horsepower and a maximum flight speed of 408 miles per hour. It has eight 7.7mm Browning machine guns and can fly the farthest..." Active Philip, who followed, introduced the parameters of the fighter jets around him.
"Yes, yes, I understand." The eldest princess responded in a perfunctory tone, intentionally or unintentionally wanting to speed up the visit.
"Of course, steel is a man's romance. If necessary, I can drive him to protect you." Philip vowed. The former Greek prince showed his love for the eldest princess all the time. .
During the break, a banquet was temporarily organized here. While the officials were communicating with each other with wine glasses, He Chi came behind the screen with a box in his hand.
Elizabeth was hiding there rubbing her sore ankles. When she saw someone coming in, she hurriedly straightened her body and sat down with her hair folded.
"This is me, Your Highness, please relax." He Chi walked over and put down what he was holding, which was a pair of women's flat shoes.
"I found this in the warehouse, give it a try." He Chi pushed the shoes over.
“How did you know that my feet were uncomfortable?” Elizabeth looked at the Oriental in front of her in surprise.
"I was watching you from behind the stage and kept knocking your heels while you were visiting. There might be something wrong with your shoes." The Oriental said. In his eyes, Elizabeth and Lisa had similar personalities, which made him unconsciously want to take care of her.
The 15-year-old eldest princess was surprised and a little disappointed that the other party was so meticulous. Philip, whom she was attracted to, didn't see this and kept chattering.
"Okay, I think I should go out" Elizabeth was about to get up.
"It is every young girl's right to be lazy occasionally. You can actually stay a little longer." The Oriental took out a tray from behind like a magician, which was filled with snacks.
"How do you know I like to eat these?" The girl clasped her hands in surprise and looked at the things on it.
"I'll know it from your autobiography decades later," He Chi thought, but he just smiled and sent the tray forward.
The wind was blowing slightly. The 15-year-old girl kicked off her shoes unsightlyly and straightened her legs. She relaxed with her favorite dessert. She shared her knowledge and enjoyment with Eastern people without any political purpose. Enjoy a rare afternoon leisure.
This comfort and tranquility will still be mentioned even after she becomes the queen.
Da da da~ There was a gentle knocking sound outside.
"What's wrong?" The eldest princess quickly put on her shoes.
"Nothing, it's the security personnel's contact code, code 999," He Chi said with a stiff expression.
"Margaret ran away again"
(End of this chapter)