My own war game

Chapter 73: Shadows Across Time and Space

[Little Wanderer: rescued 175 allies, current ranking: ninth]

What's going on?! My number has increased?

He Chi thought about it for a while and understood that the number of allied troops on the Mayflower that lost power was all counted on his own ship. As for why not all of them were counted, it was probably because some people had already died in the attack just now.

Can we increase the number of people by pulling other fleets to our side? It seems possible.

Why does it feel a bit like Snake?

Fortunately, after this voyage the fleet did not encounter any more attacks from German aircraft, and more than 30 ships successfully arrived at the port of Dover in the evening.

"Rest quickly! We will set off in five hours. Don't do anything except sleeping." The leading captain shouted loudly.

Everyone went back to sleep. Sailing on the sea was extremely strenuous and it was too dangerous to stay awake.

At midnight, when everyone was asleep, He Chi suddenly heard a noise on the deck.

Coming out at this time? Could he be a spy?
He Chi picked up a weapon and walked upstairs, only to find a man fiddling with a hand-cranked camera with his back to him.

It's Banksy.

Boss? What are you doing so late?
"Kevin, you're here? Come and see the great things I took." Banks greeted him excitedly, not caring at all about how weird his current condition was.

The handle of the camera was turned, and what was recorded during the day was projected onto a white cloth.

He Chi had to admit that this guy Banks was really crazy. He took pictures of the little homeless man's day-long experience. The sparks on the beach, the soldiers sitting on the small boats, and the big holes caused by the bombs dropped on the beach were all very visually impactful.

The most amazing thing is that he also recorded the images of the Stuka fighter planes dive-bombing during the day. Judging from the angle, he was shooting from the bow of the ship. That is, when others were busy dodging, Banks actually rushed to the most dangerous place with a camera, just to get a good shot.

He Chi will probably never understand what's going on in this guy's mind.

At daybreak, the Little Ranger sailed back and forth to Dunkirk again. Banks placed the camera directly on the machine gun position, saying that this was to allow for immediate capture of the scene when a battle broke out.

The beach of Dunkirk was in sight, but thick fog began to rise all around, with visibility less than 100 meters.

"Kevin, do you think we will see more exciting shots today? I hope the battle will be more intense today." Banks was dancing beside He Chi, adjusting the equipment.

"Boss, I have to remind you that the more intense the things you shoot, the greater the danger we will face." He Chi reminded helplessly.

"What's the big deal? For a wonderful shot, even if I get hit by a cannonball, it's worth it..."

boom! ! ! !

A heavy artillery shell hit the Little Ranger about 10 meters to the starboard side, and the splashing water soaked the two people on the deck.

"Boss, please shut up!" He Chi shook off the water on his head and turned around to curse.

But Banks on the opposite side was staring straight into the distance and pointing with his finger.

He Chi turned his head and saw the thick fog in the sky turning red as if it had been burned by fire. Continuous explosions could be heard from time to time.

On May 1940, 5, the German 22th Army, led by Guderian, arrived 18 miles from Dunkirk and engaged in a fierce battle with two infantry divisions and an armored brigade, including the 10rd Infantry Division led by Montgomery. The German heavy artillery was once able to bombard the Dunkirk beaches.

Unlike the orderly transportation yesterday, what they faced at the beginning of today was the chaos and panic of the soldiers.

"A boat is coming! A boat is coming!" someone started shouting, and people crowded together in disorder.

The soldiers on the shore saw the boat approaching and waved their arms vigorously. Some were so anxious that they jumped into the water and swam towards this side without waiting for a ferry boat to come.

"What's going on?" Someone muttered to himself as he looked at the chaotic scene in front of him.

"The Germans are right in front of us, and the shells are hitting our heads, which puts too much psychological pressure on the soldiers," said He Chi.

Historically, the German 18th Army was only one step away from Dunkirk on the 22nd. He Chi knew that tonight the Fuhrer would issue an order that he would regret for the rest of his life - ordering the 18th Army to temporarily stop the attack and repair on the spot, giving the Allies more than a week's breathing space, and finally pulling more than 30 people to the British Isles.

But the soldiers on the opposite side didn't know that, judging from the people on the shore, every boat could be the last one, and the instinct for survival was destroying their original discipline.

"Captain, do you have a trumpet? A bigger one!" He Chi shouted to the captain beside him. The captain didn't understand what was going on but still handed him the big iron trumpet on the ship.

He Chi took the loudspeaker and sat directly on the heavy machine gun position. He pressed the shooting switch before anyone else could react.

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!

Machine gun bullets swept in front of the soldiers who tried to swim over.

"Retreat! On behalf of the Allied wartime beach command, I order you to retreat! There is only one warning, and anyone who comes closer will be shot!" He Chi shouted with all his strength while holding a large iron barrel.

The soldiers in the front were a little confused and turned around a few times. After the second round of fire, they began to swim back, and the people who had just entered the water behind them also began to retreat.

They definitely didn't know what the Allied wartime beach command was. The people behind didn't even hear what He Chi said, but the bullets they fired were real.

The others on the ship had not yet recovered from the shock of shooting at friendly forces. He Chi walked towards the navy captain and asked, "Can I borrow your uniform?"

The navy captain thought there was something wrong with his ears. "Do you know what you are saying?"

"Of course, I know the rank of captain is not high enough, but there is no other choice now." He Chi said and without waiting for the other party's consent, he pulled away the spare coat hanging on the side, leaving the others looking at each other in bewilderment.

A small boat approached the shore, and an Oriental man with the rank of captain jumped out and said, "Follow my orders! Start the undamaged cars and drive them into the shallows! The motor soldiers, move! Quickly!"

"Who are you? Whose orders are you following?!" a leading lieutenant colonel came over and asked.

"There's no time to explain, or do you want me to help explain it for you in the prisoner-of-war camp? Let the soldiers follow the orders!" He Chi retorted as soon as he opened his mouth.

The lieutenant colonel was speechless for a moment, and then he was already at a loss and simply ordered, "Do as he says!"

At this time, having an idea is better than having no idea.

Dozens of military trucks started up and plunged into the muddy shallows, and then a row of small "docks" made up of car roofs appeared on the shore.

"Let the boats come closer! The wounded will board the boats first. Officers and above will automatically become law enforcement officers. Anyone who dares to board the boats without permission will be shot on the spot!"

Orders were passed down from the Eastern people one after another, and the soldiers subconsciously followed the orders and the beach became orderly again.

"Oh my God! What did this guy do before?!" the navy captain in shirt muttered to himself.

The boat was about to be filled up again. At the last moment, several people came running over hurriedly carrying a stretcher.

"This is the last wounded person, but his condition is not good. I'm afraid he can't hold on." Camille, who was supporting the wounded person, said worriedly.

He Chi bent down to check and saw that the man's forehead was burning and he was in a semi-comatose state. Liquid was oozing out of a wound on his left shoulder.

"The wound has been infected again because of inadequate cleaning. If we treat it immediately, there is still a 50% chance of survival. Carry him onto that big rock!"

The wounded man lay down on the big rock by the sea. He Chi's eyes became sharp. He pulled the non-existent gloves on his hands and then ordered, "Simply disinfect the tools, prepare the hemostatic forceps, and prepare the morphine."

Then he naturally stretched out his right hand to the head nurse, "Camille, give me the knife!"

Just this one sentence, Camille was struck by lightning.

In her shocked eyes, the other person's figure overlapped with another shadow as if traveling through time and space.

　I would like to trouble you all to try to catch up on reading in the next two days. Although the hope is slim, I still want to strive for the third round of recommendations.

(End of this chapter)