My own war game

Chapter 108 Long live Her Royal Highness the Princess!

"Emergency takeoff! Emergency takeoff!"

"Biggin Hil Airport has been hit by a massive bombing! Area code B775, repeat! 11th Air Force! Take off urgently!"

At the shrill warning of the loudspeaker, the pilots of the Royal 11th Air Force who were on standby rushed out of their respective rooms. Because there was no early warning at all, many of them were in a panic. Some put on their air force jackets while walking, some threw away a handful of playing cards, and some even had shaving cream on their faces.

The ground crew removed the ladders and the fighter planes started up. In less than ten minutes, a fighter formation consisting of 5 Spitfires and 10 Hurricanes climbed to high altitude.

In fact, the number is not enough, but there are only so many planes that can take off immediately.

There are only 700 combat aircraft in the whole of England, and they have to be distributed among the vast urban defense areas. The 11 air forces in the London theater alone are responsible for the defense of so many cities including Bath, Southampton, Portsmouth, Canterbury, London, Bristol, and Ipswich.

Before radar air defences were fully operational, the Royal Air Force was like basil leaves sprinkled on a pancake, scattered everywhere.

"Attention! At 11 o'clock! German aircraft group!" The wingman in charge of observation reported the enemy's position on the radio.

Everyone in the 11th Air Force gasped. There were too many of them, five times as many enemy troops as their own, and they were densely packed in the sky.

What was even more surprising was what happened next. A completely white Spitfire fighter kept flying around the German aircraft formation. Every time it made a circle, flames would burst out on the opposite side, and then at least one German plane would fall.

The white fighter planes were like a fruit knife, constantly cutting off the "skin" of the big apple of the German fleet.

"They are our people! Go up and help!" Captain James shouted in the communicator, pulled up the joystick, and rushed up first.

Inspired by their companions' courage, the other pilots of the 11th Air Force also began to accelerate, preparing to fight the Germans to the death.

But at this time, the German army turned around collectively and began to retreat.

Due to its insufficient combat power, the 11th Air Force finally chose not to pursue.

An air battle had ended without the 11th Air Force firing a single shot.

"White Spitfire! White Spitfire! Received, please reply. How are you?" James contacted White Spitfire through the military channel.

There was no reaction from the other side - the fighter was still a work in progress and the radio had not yet been debugged.

After two failed attempts to contact the target, James resorted to the most primitive method. He flew his plane in front of the target and shook his fuselage, which meant "Follow me and I will guide you to land."

The other party made the same action, indicating that he had received the signal.

"Alright guys, let's go back. The nearest airport is Croydon."

"Sir, let me remind you that this is a civilian airport." The voice of the wingman pilot came over the radio.

"I don't know how much fuel the White Fire has left, so it's safer to choose the nearest airport."

16 fighter planes flew in a V-formation towards the Croydon civilian airport, and the pilots intentionally or unintentionally reserved the middle position for the white Spitfires.

Near Croydon Airport, the sound of the air raid alarm being lifted had just passed, and citizens were walking out of the basements one after another. Most of them had looks of fear on their faces. Many people had witnessed the German air raid just now. Their own airport had been bombed, and the few planes that took off had crashed one after another, casting a shadow over the hearts of the citizens.

Can we really win this war? Many people ask themselves this question.

Fortunately, the Royal Air Force was still brave. The white fighter plane defeated at least three opponents by outnumbering the enemy. Many brave citizens cheered loudly below, and the originally low morale was boosted.

16 planes landed at the airport one after another. Some citizens ran to the fence to catch a glimpse of the face of the hero who fought alone against the German aircraft fleet. Some young girls even brought silk handkerchiefs specially given to their lovers and prepared to throw them to them.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the canopy of the white fighter plane slowly opened, the pilot took off his helmet, and his long blond hair fell down. A woman? ! ! !
Everyone, including Captain James of Air Force 11, was stunned, and the public exclaimed in amazement.

Female pilots do exist, but most of them fly civilian aircraft or transport aircraft. A woman who can achieve five kills while flying a Spitfire is simply...

Wait? Why does the girl opposite me look familiar?

A bit like Princess Elizabeth.

Not like, this hair color, these blue eyes.

The fifteen-year-old blonde girl saw the thousands of people surrounding her, raised her right hand and waved gently to everyone.

It really is Her Royal Highness the Princess!

People suddenly fell silent, as if they didn't know how to express themselves.

Then at some point people cheered.

yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Countless arms were raised high, and people's emotions erupted like a volcano!
Just think about it, when the country was in danger, the eldest daughter of the supreme leader personally flew a plane to fight the invaders and returned victorious. This is something that only appeared in the novels of Shakespeare or Dumas.

Is the Windsor royal family so tough?
"Long live the king!"

"Hello, Princess! Long live!"

"Elizabeth, long live!!!"

The people raised their arms high and shouted slogans. Elizabeth walked among the crowd with a smile on her face.

There was no need to maintain order. People made way for the princess as she walked slowly towards them. People on both sides even knelt on one knee and lowered their heads to avoid looking her in the eye when she arrived.

This was an act of transgression for Elizabeth, who had not yet been crowned, but no one at the scene felt it was inappropriate.

Elizabeth in the crowd raised her head slightly, accepting the people's respect, but no one knew that her calves were actually shaking.

"Oh my God, I was just feeling uncomfortable from the shaking and wanted to get off first, how did it become like this?" I quietly turned my head to look, and the white plane parked there was no movement.

The Oriental is in hiding!
Her Royal Highness the Princess suddenly felt like she had been dumped.

The matter was done, and at this time Elizabeth could only keep smiling and not let the people see her cowardice.

"Your Highness, can you please say a few words?" someone said from the side.

"Yes, Your Highness, can you say something to us?" Some people also prayed.

"What did I say? How did I say it?" The princess began to panic, and at this moment her eyes fell on someone in the crowd waving a St. George's Cross flag.

She suddenly had an idea.

The girl walked over and took the St. George's Cross flag from the people, then slowly walked onto a platform, holding the flag in one hand and raising it high above her head under the gaze of everyone.

She said nothing, but the people around her,

It's boiling!
(End of this chapter)