My own war game

Chapter 118 The End
The air raid alarm had just passed and Menzies returned to the office. In a few days, it would be a critical juncture for the "poison bait" operation, and he needed to make arrangements personally to ensure that everything was foolproof.

Ding ding ding~ There was a knock on the door, and a subordinate came in to report, "Boss, that woman is here again."

Christine, Charles de Gaulle's intelligence officer, had just stolen a large sum of supplies from MI6. Because she was very difficult to deal with, no one in the intelligence agency mentioned her name, but called her "that woman".

"At this time?" Menzies frowned, and finally straightened his coat. "Ask her to the reception room."

Ten minutes later, the spy chief met Christine in the reception room.

"It's already 10 o'clock at night, and I think good and sufficient sleep is good for women's skin," Menzies said in his opening remarks.

"Just a little while, I'll be leaving after that." Christine sat opposite and crossed her long legs.

"If you still want a submarine's worth of weapons, I can't make one anymore."

"No, I'm here today to discuss the current situation and our next steps in cooperation on behalf of Mr. Charles de Gaulle." Christine got to the point.

"Please go ahead." Menzies also pulled a chair and sat down.

"What are the results of the recent air battles?" asked the female intelligence officer.

"Very good, we shot down at least more than 120 German planes, and our loss was only 58, less than half of the enemy's." Menzies pretended to be relaxed.

"It's similar to what we know." Christine casually flipped open a small notebook. "But you seem to have missed some details. Three airports were destroyed, the shipyard in Portsmouth was bombed, a destroyer that was being produced was directly destroyed in the dock, and six factories were attacked, half of which were used to produce aircraft, and the power plant was also..."

At this point, as if to match the atmosphere, the light bulb above my head flickered and then dimmed, and the power went out.

The cold moonlight shone into the house. Menzies' expression was not very good, but he still said firmly, "So what? The British Empire will not surrender. Even if we suffer great losses, we will always..."

"Calm down, Director. I have no doubt that your country will fight to the end." Christine raised her slender fingers to signal the other party to stay calm.

"I am just speaking the truth. If my records are correct, your aircraft production rate is 20-30 per week, which means that the number of British fighter jets is decreasing. Once a certain critical value is exceeded, England's domestic aircraft will not be able to fully cover the local airspace."

Menzies said nothing because he knew what the other party said was true.

"Even if you put all the workers on the production line and double the production capacity to barely keep up with the consumption, don't forget that your pilots are flesh and blood. With the current frequency of attacks, how long can they last? Or do you have a dozen white knights who can pull the princess into the sky and fight ten people at once?"

The female intelligence officer's words directly hit the Achilles' heel of the current British Air Force.

High consumption, insufficient production capacity, and driver fatigue.

"What do you mean by these words?" Menzies looked at the other party.

"Nothing, I have a perfect solution." The woman took out a note from the cigarette box and handed it to the other party.

Menzies only read two lines before his face turned pale. "What? Leading the German army to bomb civilians?! You!!"

"Shh~" Christine put her slender fingers on her lips.

"It's best for me, a Frenchman, to say the following, so that you won't be criticized in history books after the war."

"Guiding the German army to bomb civilians will greatly disperse the effective attendance of the German Air Force and reduce the air defense pressure on ground factories."

"Similarly, letting go of planes that are bombing urban areas can allow local pilots to rest and buy time for the Royal Air Force to accumulate strength."

"Finally, the bombing of the citizens themselves can even arouse the people's hatred of the enemy. This is a good thing for your already precarious prevention and control system."

Menzies' face turned pale as he stopped the woman from continuing, "But you didn't say how many innocent citizens would be killed in this bombing!"

"You're right." Christine also straightened up and corrected her attitude. "This is a decision that will cause the people to bleed and the planners will be cursed for eternity." "Why did you do this?"

"Because Free France needs Britain to win this air battle, we need to use this victory to win over the fence-sitters in the overseas troops." Christine said in a resolute tone, "We can do this at any cost. Now it depends on your choice."

Menzies picked up the thin cigarette paper and stuffed it solemnly into his arms. "I will carefully advise the Prime Minister!"

Christine nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

The female intelligence officer turned around and looked at Menzies.

"If this plan is approved, how do you intend to entice the Germans to bomb civilians?"

"Of course there is an important target in the civilian area that they want to eliminate soon, such as the headquarters of the Free French Office?"

"Why?" Menzies didn't understand why the woman used her own headquarters as bait.

"Coming up with such a hellish plan, it would be too unfair to others if the first bomb doesn't fall on my head." After saying this, the French girl turned around expressionlessly and strode away.
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A day later, He Chi took out a map full of markings.

Garland reached out to take it, but the Oriental pulled the map back.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, my mission is accomplished. I will give you this map at the last moment." said the Oriental man.

"you do not believe me?"

"No, I believe you, but I don't believe him." The Oriental man pointed at the German agent Max Jimmy beside him.

"As I thought, even if I kill you now, I can still get the map." The German agent threatened with a gloomy face.

"Really? Are you sure the one in my hand is the real one?" The Oriental man looked at the other person jokingly.

Finally, both parties decided that He Chi would hand the map to the two people before boarding the plane.

That night, under Jimmy's guidance, several people came to a small airport near London. A few dozen meters away, a "Hampden" medium bomber revealed its true appearance.

"If we take off at night, the tower and ground troops won't understand the situation and won't pursue us immediately. By the time they react, we'll have already flown over the sea," said Jimmy.

Garland looked at the Oriental man and said, "He, you two come with me..."

"There are spies! There are spies! Watch the plane, don't let them run away!!!" The guards' shouts suddenly resounded all around.

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What happened?! What went wrong?! Why did the guards find them?!
Without having time to think about it, Max Jimmy shouted, "Get on the plane!" and then several people ran towards the plane desperately!

The Oriental man and his sister were obviously not as physically fit as the two soldiers and soon fell behind.

With a thud, the little girl fell to the ground and the Oriental man also stopped.

Just as Garland was about to turn around and pull them back, a burst of submachine gun fire rang out.

Chug tug tug! ! ! !
A bright red blood flower appeared on He Chi's chest, and he fell straight to the ground.

The Oriental man stared at the sky with fixed eyes, holding in his hand the map that he had drawn just a day ago.

(End of this chapter)