My own war game

Chapter 69: Heading to Dunkirk
"Oh my God, I was so scared! I thought all my property was going to be gone!" The man in the top hat cried and wailed while holding the broken suitcase, confusing the people around him.

He Chi patted him with his hand, "Sir, how are you?"

Bang! The other party slapped He Chi's hand away, waved his civilized stick and said excitedly, "Sir?! Why do you call me sir? You are just like those snobs. Seeing that I have fallen on hard times, you don't even call me boss?!"

Boss?! This guy is my boss?

He Chi looked at the man. Although he looked like a civilized man with a top hat and a cane, his clothes were torn, his face was covered with dust, and he looked miserable. It was obvious that his leather shoes had not been oiled for a long time and there were holes in his socks.

Without even asking, he could tell that this man was in a state of destitution.

"Ahem, so boss, where are we now and where are we going?" He Chi tried to understand the current situation.

"Of course it's in the UK. As for where to go, I remember I told you, back to Canada! Are you waiting for the Germans to call?" the other party said unhappily.

"Germans?" This word irritated He Chi. "Boss, what year is this?"

"Kevin, I think you ate too much apple pie and the jam has made your brain confused. Today is May 1940, 5!"

1940?! During World War II? May 5, um, so France was supposed to surrender in less than a month?
This was not a good sign, as the Allied forces were in a state of collapse. For at least two years, the Saxons would have to live cautiously on the other side of the Channel.

Next, He Chi took the opportunity to chat and kept asking the man in the top hat questions. After more than an hour, he basically understood the current situation.

The man he called BOSS was named Wilson Banks. He was born into a minor noble family. His ancestors had been wealthy in the 16th century, but later their family fell into poverty. Banks settled in Canada with his family as a child.

A few years ago, Banks mortgaged his family's land and came to the UK to pursue his dream of starting a film company.

The reality was cruel. When he came, the European economy was at its worst and ordinary people had no extra money to watch movies, so it was very difficult to get started.

But Banksy also had his own ideas. During the Berlin Olympics, he took a small number of employees to shoot a documentary about athletes. It was initially screened at the price of a charity film - 2 pence per ticket, only one-third of the normal movie price.

Unexpectedly, this kind of low-priced entertainment product just met the market conditions at that time. The British people with tight pockets were willing to spend the price of a loaf of bread to satisfy their cultural needs.

Banks's films made money, and he expanded his company and doubled his staff—from four to eight.

Just when he was planning to make a big splash, the war broke out. On September 1939, 9, Germany blitzed Poland and Britain declared war on Germany. The Cultural Bureau directly banned Banksy's film because it contained a large amount of German nacui elements.

From then on, Banks was unable to recover. The small company, without any income, soon disbanded, leaving only one Chinese employee - Kevin, who was He Chi.

In fact, Banks was no longer able to pay his employees, but he allowed Kevin to continue working for him on the condition that he would take him away from Britain - hundreds of thousands of troops across the Channel were about to be surrounded by the Germans, and no one knew whether it was still safe here.

"Follow me carefully, and I will come back after the war. Then I will hand over the company to you." The British capitalist, who had returned to normal, painted a rosy picture for his only employee, just like his counterparts a hundred years later.

Because he didn't know what the specific task was, He Chi decided to follow the British guy to see what was going on, so he lowered his head and asked, "Yes, boss, is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Keep an eye on the box. Our return to Canada and our comeback will depend on it." Banks said formally.

"Okay, gentlemen, it's getting late. Please go back to your cabin and rest according to the number on your ticket." A bearded man wearing standard British captain's attire and smoking a pipe said to the passengers.

The ship was about 60 meters long and had less than rooms, which was considered small among civilian passenger ships at that time. He Chi was assigned to the lowest cabin. As soon as he entered the door, a strong musty smell hit him. There were no sheets, no pillows, and even no windows. This small cabin of less than three square meters only had a single bed welded to the ground.

He Chi took out the old suitcase that he was responsible for keeping, and without any psychological burden, he chose to open it and check.

Inside were a few sets of clothes, some daily necessities, and in the center was actually a hand-cranked camera.

It seems that his "boss"'s idea of ​​making a comeback is not just talk. He actually carries this kind of thing even in such a miserable situation.

After a quick search, no valuables were found, but He Chi saw a familiar object in the corner - Christine's sketch pen.

He Chi picked up the pen and put it in his shirt pocket, then began to think about the current situation.

"A ship to Canada? What could happen? During World War II, Canada, as a Commonwealth country, was considered a powerful force in the Allied forces. It was present on both the eastern and western battlefields. However, like the United States, Canada itself was not affected by any war. What mission could I have if I followed the British on a ship?"

He Chi was a little confused for a moment.

Bang!

There was a violent vibration, and He Chi hurriedly held onto the frame to avoid hitting his head. There was a noisy sound from above, and the boat seemed to have stopped.

"What happened? What happened?" The passengers went up to the deck one by one and found that their passenger ship had been hijacked by several patrol boats flying the Union Jack. Several armed British naval soldiers climbed onto the deck from the side of the ship.

"Gentlemen, what's the matter? This is a British passenger ship and we enjoy the right of free passage." The captain, who didn't understand the situation, asked the leading captain.

"Sorry, according to the latest requirements of the wartime Ministry of Transport, from now on, civilians near this sea area will be temporarily requisitioned by the government." The captain replied expressionlessly.

"Recruit? How is that possible?!"

"Why? We need a reasonable explanation!"

"You have no right to do this!"

When the passengers heard that their cruise ship was going to be requisitioned, they protested.

And their answer was submachine guns firing into the air.

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!
The world is quiet.

"Everyone, please note that we are executing the orders of the war cabinet on behalf of the government and are not seeking your opinions." The captain put down his submachine gun and said coldly.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Then you have to tell us where we are going?"

"Okay," the captain pointed to the other side of the coast and uttered a word.
Dunkirk

(End of this chapter)