My own war game

Chapter 111: Alone Against a Pack of Wolves
hold head high!!!!!!

The shrill alarm sounded, and the London Air Command was in chaos.

"What's going on?! Why did the alarm sound suddenly!" Air Force Commander General Hugh Dowding rushed into the command room.

"Sorry sir, one of our radar stations was infiltrated by spies and released false information before, so..."

"Damn it! What are those good-for-nothings in the Fifth Department doing! Causing trouble at a time like this!" Admiral Dowding slammed his military cap on the table. Because of the airspace safety signal sent out earlier, a squadron of Hurricanes was sent towards Manchester, and now London's air defense force was very weak.

"What's the situation now?"

"At least 150 planes crossed the English Channel, mainly BF109 and Stuka bombers, and split into two groups five minutes ago, half of the planes turned to Portsmouth and the other part flew towards London!"

“How many planes can take off?”

"The Twelfth Air Force, three squadrons are ready to take off immediately."

"Less than 40..." Admiral Dowding paused for a moment and asked, "Where is His Majesty?"

The assistant bowed his head and reported, "When the air raid alarm sounded, His Majesty had already left Buckingham Palace and went to Windsor Castle for shelter."

The Admiral nodded and said, "Order the Seventh Squadron to return to London immediately, and send three squadrons of fighters to reinforce Portsmouth."

"Sir, the Seventh Squadron will not be able to return in time and does not have enough fuel. It will be difficult for it to complete the mission of escorting London." The assistant reminded nervously.

"Portsmouth now has at least 20 ships of the Royal Navy and a shipyard. Now we not only need planes, but also ships!" The admiral stated his reasons with difficulty.

What he meant was that even if the capital was bombed, the naval port and shipyard in Portsmouth must be preserved.

The assistant nodded silently, saluted, and went out to convey the order.

Looking at the thick clouds in the distance, the admiral's eyes became more solemn.

"Something's wrong!" He Chi turned to Elizabeth from the white Spitfire fighter and said, "The air raid sirens are going off down below. We'd better turn back."

Elizabeth nodded and was about to speak when she suddenly widened her eyes and pointed to the east, "Look what that is!"

He Chi turned his head and saw a mixed formation of five planes painted with the Iron Cross symbol emerging from the clouds in the sky, while in another direction more planes appeared in the sky of London like wasps.

The two sides met unexpectedly!

The two German escorting BF109 fighters also spotted the white Spitfire at this time. After a slight pause, they adjusted their direction and rushed over.

He couldn't run. If he ran at this time, he would be shot as a target in the air. After a slight hesitation, He Chi shouted "Hold on tight!", then stepped on the accelerator, and rushed forward with a roar of white flames!
Close combat! Two BF109s alternately provided cover, one taking a high point to attract the attention of the white Spitfire, while the other quietly went around to the opponent's blind spot to try to bite its tail. This coordination, known as the finger-spinning tactic, was a tactic specifically used to bully a lone fighter.

However, the BF109 in charge of the attack had just circled around and the plane in front seemed to have eyes behind it. It first accelerated 30 degrees and tilted its head up, then turned over, then rapidly descended 30 degrees, and finally rolled in the air to shake off the following enemy plane.

Aerial dogfighting tactics: barrel roll maneuver!
Before the other side could react, the White Spitfire increased its power and rushed directly into the clouds in the sky. The thick clouds blocked both sides from seeing each other, and the two BF109 pilots focused their attention near the clouds, waiting for the other side to appear and give him a fatal blow.

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!
Without any warning, gunshots were heard, and a 7.7mm machine gun pierced through the clouds and pierced through the body of a BF109. The victim fell down, emitting thick black smoke.

In the end, the pilot on the plane didn't understand how the other party found him through the thick clouds.

The wingman on the other side tried to gain altitude. A rumbling sound was heard, and a pure white shadow rushed out from the clouds opposite him.

The two planes crossed each other at the same time, but the opponent did not try to tail it, but fired again head-on!
Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!
The cabin was shattered, the pilot died, and another BF109 fell down with a wail!

"At 9 o'clock! An enemy plane! A white Spitfire! It's the British trump card! It's the White Knight!" A German fighter plane responsible for lookout and observation shouted on the radio in the distance.

The German fighter planes were instantly excited. They had also received news that the Princess of England was patrolling over London in a fighter plane. If they could shoot down the enemy, they could draw a crown near their cabin. As for the medal, at least they had to be a Knight with Oak Leaves and Swords to be worthy of such an achievement.

In an instant, more than 10 fighter jets from at least three directions adjusted their postures and rushed towards the white flames.

In the eyes of Londoners, their own white Spitfire fighters were surrounded by BF109s painted with black Iron Crosses on all sides, just like the oil painting of Archangel Michael surrounded by demons in St. Paul's Cathedral.

"Oh my God! We're surrounded! Where's our plane? Who can help her?!" The people below looked anxiously at the lonely white Spitfire fighter in the sky, and a timid lady had already covered her eyes.

"He, we seem to be surrounded, what should we do?" Elizabeth asked the Oriental man softly from behind. It was strange that she did not feel afraid in such a critical situation, as if she was sure that the other party would have a way.

Facing so many opponents, He Chi also had a serious face. He took out a notebook from his pocket and flipped through it quickly, then manually adjusted the frequency of the aircraft radio. Soon, various German commands came from the radio.

The white Spitfire flew back into the clouds.

"At 7 o'clock, the White Knight is climbing towards the clouds!" The wingman quickly reported the position.

"Wrong! At 12 o'clock, the enemy starts diving!" An identical voice sounded from the radio.

"F06, pay attention! He's behind you!"

"F06, the white flame is in front of your left!"

The white Spitfire fighters kept changing their positions in the clouds, and the German radio station was in chaos, filled with contradictory information. Because the tone of voice was exactly the same, the pilots could not tell which information was correct. For a while, the German planes could only track the position of the Spitfire fighters by visual observation.

This was really difficult in a cloudy sky.

Intensive machine gun fire rang out, and more German fighter planes fell from the sky.

The situation in the sky was beyond everyone's expectations. A pure white Spitfire fighter kept shuttling through the clouds, and every time it turned around, a German plane fell down.

For a moment, it was as if white fire surrounded the other party.

(End of this chapter)