Chapter 123 Traveling Far Again
The sound of bomb explosions outside was endless, and most people hid in the air-raid shelter.
But at this time, some people become busier.
This is what Churchill's Prime Minister's Office looked like.
Hugh Dowding's Air Force Headquarters was like this.
The same goes for Menzies' MI6, the secret service chief who is mobilizing his men to catch spies across England.
Göring is a very interesting guy. This fat marshal was the head of the Gestapo before becoming Air Marshal, and he also had huge influence within the German intelligence agency.
This time he mobilized nearly one-fifth of the German air force to raid Britain. He boasted in front of the head of state that he would definitely defeat the Saxons.
In order to avoid failure, Göring used his influence to force informants lurking in the UK to provide target guidance for the Air Force, even if they were exposed.
For a time, the frequency of underground activities in the entire British Peninsula rose to three times the usual level. All members of MI5 and MI6 were dispatched to catch "rats" all over the city.
After finishing processing 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 took out his pistol as a reflex, but the other party spoke first, "Don't be nervous, it's me."
Menzies let out a breath, "Hey, my nerves are gone. Very bad, please don't show up so suddenly next time. "
"Not next time." The Oriental paused. "Boss, I'm leaving."
Menzies was stunned and said half-jokingly, "Leave where? ? Not going to the Germans? ”
"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 say." The Oriental said naturally, as if he was an employee who told his boss that he was going to take a long vacation.
Menzies remained silent. He already knew the opponent's abilities. The guy opposite was someone who could disappear in full view of the six places. This kind of person would not be under his control at all.
"Boss, I want to make a deal with you." He Chi straightened his body and handed over a piece of paper.
Menzies took it and found that it was a long list. Menzies' heart skipped a beat when he thought of some possibility.
“This is the 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 Easterners, did not hesitate verbally and directly asked the other party to make conditions.
"The little girl I brought here is now under the protection of Major General Montgomery. If she encounters any trouble in the future, please don't worry."
"Of course there is no problem." Meng Sisi agreed without even thinking about it, and he didn't think there would be anything that the Army Major General couldn't handle.
"In addition, I left a similar thing with Miss Christine. If possible, please help take care of it." The Oriental made the condition unabashedly.
"He, between you and her..."
The Oriental shook his head and said nothing. After a while, the window rang softly, and the other party jumped down from the second floor, and 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 passed out on a recliner.
The area around London is now a sea of fire, and the German bombing no longer distinguishes urban areas from industrial areas. Hundreds of planes are fighting each other in the sky, and planes from both sides fall down from time to time.
At the airport, planes are constantly taking off, and the control tower is extremely busy.
"Runway 2! Hurricane 15 team takes off, aiming for Ipswich!" "There is a fire! Fire brigade, go put out the fire!"
"Don't worry about that, send the wounded away first."
While busy, the commander suddenly discovered that there was a plane taxiing slowly on the backup runway No. 3.
"Damn! Who is causing trouble at this time." The commander cursed, but then a shocked expression appeared on his face, and he hurriedly grabbed the phone on the table
"Command! I see white 01 gliding, repeat, white 01 gliding”
"Impossible! Her Royal Highness the Princess is at Windsor Castle now, stop that plane!"
Before the person on the phone finished speaking, the white Spitfire completed its acceleration and soared into the sky, and soon it was in the clouds. disappeared in.
The air battle over London has become intense. A Hurricane fighter was surrounded by two BF109s at the same time. The British pilot whose tail was bitten by the opponent tried his best to get rid of the opponent, but in vain.
Thud, tug, tug! ! ! ! !
A violent machine gun sounded, but the injured person was not the Hurricane fighter in front. A BF109 emitted thick black smoke and fell down.
A white Spitfire fighter jet pierced the clouds!
"At 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 British aircraft fleet, which had been suppressed, formed a morale formation.
"White Knight! It's the White Knight! Her Royal Highness is here!"
"Long live Saint Elizabeth! Long live Saint George!"
The British fighter jets of the 11th Air Force began to reorganize their formation and defend their princess like knights. At this time, the White Spitfire unexpectedly plunged into the German flying formation.
People on both sides were dumbfounded.
The Germans are stupid. They have never seen an air battle fought like this. Is the British royal family so willing to sacrifice their lives?
The British were also stupid, but the drivers quickly realized that the woman was rushing in front, were they still hiding behind?
My own princess is here, so what are you waiting for?
The young pilot in the communication channel screamed and rushed over with the white spitfire. The British fighter planes were very reckless in life and death, and even took the rare action of actively ramming the opponent with the plane 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 knows where he went.
On August 13, the German air raid on Great Britain, which was carefully prepared, failed to achieve the expected results due to the tenacious obstruction of the English Air Force and air defense forces. The German bombing of residential areas in London became a key turning point. From this 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 German aircraft again, 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 received the Victoria Cross.
At this point, Elizabeth's popularity among the people has reached its peak.
But the strange thing is that although Elizabeth cherished this medal very much, she never wore it until she was crowned king. What she wore on her chest all year round was the second-level medal of bravery.
More than ten years later, a reporter asked her why she did not wear this medal during an interview. Elizabeth said in a low-key manner that she did not deserve such a great merit.
People thought this was the princess's elegant humility, but they didn't know that the Victoria Medal had been waiting for its real owner in the box.
(End of this chapter)