My own war game

Chapter 92 Is it you?
The L-14 transport plane had already climbed to a high altitude. Charles de Gaulle stepped forward and shook hands tightly with the special envoy Alfred. "Thank you, sir! The French people will continue to fight. We will not join the puppet government of the capitulationists. Free France will never compromise with the invaders!"

The envoy also responded enthusiastically, "Mr. Churchill and I are both convinced of this. Would you like to introduce this beautiful lady next to you?"

Charles de Gaulle then remembered to introduce his blond adjutant. "This is my intelligence officer, Ms. Christine Sinnier. We have been working together for more than ten years. From now on, she will be mainly responsible for contacting underground resistance organizations and intelligence agencies in France."

The envoy was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this woman who looked like a vase was actually a tough character. After adjusting his attitude slightly, he extended his hand and said, "Nice to meet you. I think Mr. Meng Xisi from the Sixth Department will be happy to discuss some work details with you in the future."

Aa ...

A shrill alarm suddenly sounded in the cabin.

"What happened?"

"There are German planes tracking us, BF-109, two!" the pilot shouted nervously.

"Can it be avoided?"

"No, it's very fast and is coming towards us!"

"Damn it! Is this still the airspace of Paris? What are the French air defense forces doing?!" the envoy cursed angrily. De Gaulle and Christine looked at each other in silence. This situation showed that France had completely given up resistance to the German army.

"Sit back and find something to grab!" the pilot shouted, then pulled up the nose of the L-14 and began to make evasive movements, causing chaos in the cabin.

But a transport plane is a transport plane, and it was soon caught up by two BF109s. The two fighters adjusted their posture and began to try to tail it.

What was even more desperate was that a German-made Henk 111 medium bomber also cut in from the side and rear.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! They are catching up with me! I can't get rid of them!" the pilot screamed in horror, and some of the other members in the cabin had already started praying.

Christine grabbed the guardrail beside her and closed her eyes tightly. In a trance, she seemed to have returned to the villa long, long ago. It was so dangerous at that time and everyone thought they were dead.

It was that person who gave them hope and sent her out, then turned around and disappeared again, and it has been twenty years since he left.

Now, probably no one will come to save her...

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!
The sound of machine gun fire rang out, but the violent vibration that was expected did not come.

After a while, the people in the plane opened their eyes and found that they were unharmed.

The Heinke bomber actually used its machine gun to shoot at two BF109s, one of which was caught off guard and exploded in mid-air.

The other plane was confused by the sudden situation and was hit on the tail just as it was about to make an evasive action. The fuselage fell down with black smoke.

Just when the people in the transport plane were confused and uncertain about the situation, a rough English voice suddenly came from the intercom.
“Zizila~Zizila~Can you hear it? Damn, is this the frequency?”

"Zi La~Zi La~"

"I am Major General Montgomery of the English Army! I am on the opposite plane! Give me the navigation, I can go home now! Woohoo!!!"

A major general? On a German bomber? What the hell?

But it seems... probably... safe?

Just like that, a magical scene appeared in the sky over France: a British Union Jack transport plane was flying in front, and another German bomber with a swastika flag was accompanying it.

The two planes flew into the English Channel one after the other. The members on L-14 all felt that today was truly amazing.

"Could what he said be true?" Christine looked at the British envoy.

Envoy Alfred hesitated for a moment and said, "It's possible. I received a briefing before that the commander of the 3rd Infantry Division of the Expeditionary Force disappeared in Dunkirk. Maybe there is something going on here that we don't know about."

"Don't think too much, the truth will be revealed once we get to the ground," said Charles de Gaulle.

Christine stared at the bomber opposite, and for some reason a strange emotion surged in her heart.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There were gunshots and two fleets appeared on the sea, fighting each other. Two British destroyers were protecting seven or eight civilian ships heading towards England, while two German warships were chasing them closely behind. One of them was larger and was obviously a cruiser.

There was a difference in tonnage between the two sides. The British knew they were no match for the Germans and retreated while fighting. The Germans were afraid of going too deep and tried to sink the enemy as quickly as possible. The battle below was fierce, but the crew on the L-14 was helpless. This was a transport plane and did not have any armed firepower.

At this time, the Henk 111 next to it lowered its nose and made a dive.

"He, what do you want to do?" Montgomery asked in the cabin.

"Remember what I promised Rodman? I said I would give the Germans a surprise. Orientals believe in keeping their word." He Chi answered while pulling the joystick.

"But we have no other weapons except machine guns."

"Who said that? Ada, move those pumpkins out!"

? ? ? ? ! ! !

Soon, batches of pumpkins were brought out. When the openings on top were opened, the major general discovered that most of them had been hollowed out and stuffed with explosives, and long fuses had been pulled out...

Boom!!! A heavy artillery shell hit the stern of the destroyer Courage, not only slowing down the ship but also starting a fire. Soldiers dragged firefighting water bags and kept running around to carry out emergency damage control.

"Great! Quick! Another shot! Sink them before the reinforcements arrive!" The captain of the German cruiser Nuremberg was directing the ship's guns to attack the struggling British destroyer.

The German sailors reloaded the shells, and at this time a black shadow appeared on the sea.

A Heinkel 111 bomber descended in this direction and opened its bomb bay door.

"What's going on? Are you here to steal the credit?" The German captain frowned.

But he soon discovered that the other party was actually coming towards him.

With a beautiful arc, the Henk 111 dropped a series of small black dots and then elegantly pulled up its fuselage.

The sailors looked up at the small black dots of falling parabolic objects and were stunned for a moment.

Those things look like... pumpkins.

It's raining pumpkins?

Is it Halloween today? (Of course, Germans don't really celebrate Halloween)

Boom boom boom boom! ! ! ! ! !

These weirdly shaped pumpkins actually exploded!
Because it was the fuse that detonated the pumpkins instead of the trigger, many pumpkins exploded in mid-air. Apart from a rain of pumpkin pulp, no damage was caused. However, the threat posed by the remaining pumpkins was greater. The explosives exploding in the air near the ship caused great harm to the soldiers on the deck, and many sailors fell to the ground wailing.

And one pumpkin happened to be carried by the wind and dived into the bridge.

Boom! ! ! ! !
The flames flashed in four colors and a cloud of black smoke rose.

After a while, the cruiser Nuremberg hoisted the signal flag "This ship is damaged, withdraw from the battle", and then fled at full speed in the opposite direction.

"Yes! All the bullets hit! I was the main pitcher of the baseball team when I was in school!" Montgomery raised his arms and shouted, and his voice was heard by everyone on the transport plane through the radio.

Including Special Envoy Alfred, everyone in the transport plane applauded this brave bombing. This time they were sure that the people on the opposite plane were their own people.

Christine also clapped politely with the crowd, and at this time a voice came from the radio, "He, your idea is great! I'm going to tell Menzies to transfer you to my side!"

Just one sentence, Christine, who had remained calm even when encountering enemy planes, lost her composure. She rushed to the cockpit regardless of other people's strange looks and shouted into the microphone:

"He! Is that you?!"

"He, are you still alive?!"

"answer me!"

"I'm Christine Sinniel!!"

　Radio crosstalk is a low-probability event, but please don't delve into it too deeply in this story.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)