June 4, 1940.
8 o'clock.
The British ship "Sicari", loaded with British and French soldiers, was the last to leave the port of Dunkirk.
9:00.
The remaining French troops fired their last bullets.
10 O'Clock.
"when……"
The bell on the clock tower of Dunkirk City Hall rang on time.
The German army finally completely occupied the city of Dunkirk.
Dunkirk beach has returned to its former calm. Rags are floating everywhere in the desolate sea breeze, as well as military documents like snowflakes. Discarded ammunition and discarded debris can be seen everywhere.
Packs of wild dogs feast on the town of Dunkirk.
Crows that covered the sky flew back and forth on the beaches of Dunkirk, leaving behind one pale skeleton after another.
Salvage teams formed by the German army began to deal with the bodies in the sea and the bodies on the shore, then piled them together, poured gasoline on them and burned them.
Not far away, the fire at the Saint-Pol Refinery was also brought under control and gradually extinguished, leaving only billowing smoke still rising into the sky.
11am.
Bentley Abbey.
meeting room.
General Hugh Dowding held a document in his hand with a serious expression: "After the Battle of Dunkirk, the number of front-line aircraft of the Royal Air Force Fighter Command dropped sharply to 331, with only 36 in reserve.
Since the battlefield in France, we have lost two-thirds of our air combat power. This is a very serious problem. If it cannot be solved in time, the British Empire may fall into dire straits...
Because of the presence of the Royal Air Force in this battle, we achieved a brilliant victory focused on retreat...
… Zhou Zhihan, the chief instructor of the Air Force from China, played an irreplaceable role… China and Britain formed an alliance…”
1 pm.
When Prime Minister Winston Churchill reported the Miracle of Dunkirk in the House of Commons, he solemnly said to the MPs:
"We must be extremely careful not to paint this rescue operation as a victory, war is not printed by retreat.
But this rescue operation also involved victory, and this should be noted. It was won by air force... This was a major battle between the British and German air forces, and the Germans in the air tried to make the retreat on the beaches impossible, trying to shoot down almost every ship that appeared on the sea, numbering in the thousands. Shen..."
Churchill's speech made the headlines in the newspapers that night.
8pm.
All the pilots gathered in a large bar where everyone knew about it but didn't tell anyone.
This large bar is a huge three-story building that belongs to the 18th century. After years of precipitation, it looks very quaint and quiet from the outside.
The ground floor of this huge building is a bar. The room is filled with the pungent smell of high-end cigars and low-grade tobacco mixed with various perfumes. People from all walks of life come here after nightfall to have a few drinks and talk about the day. Work and life, holding newspapers to comment on the war situation across the strait and the trend of future wars.
The second floor is also a bar, but the atmosphere here is obviously different from that on the ground floor. It is a large private room filled with handsome men and beautiful women. The men here smoke high-end cigars and tobacco, and the perfume on the women is obviously more advanced, similar to the one on the ground floor. Compared to this place, there is no smell of sweat and stinky feet, and it is much more elegant.
This floor and the floor above became the private area of Tamir Wing Commander Major Douglas Patton.
Except for those who were killed and injured, almost all of the 80 pilots who went out to fight this morning are here, using alcohol, tobacco, dancing, and carnival to release the fatigue, fear, and anxiety accumulated in their bodies and minds these days.
The Battle of Dunkirk was finally over, and the pilots who survived had reason to celebrate their victory with carnival.
The girls were dressed extremely coquettishly and showed off their dance moves under the slightly ambiguous lights. The more these rich, young and handsome pilots drank, the more they were paid.
Douglas Barton was sitting on the large sofa, hugging each other, holding an expensive cigar in his mouth. His two prosthetic limbs had been thrown under the table. The alcohol made his face flushed, and he kept explaining to the two girls next to him. How brave he was today, he shot down two German fighter jets and scared the Germans around him to wet their pants and run away.
Two girls with curvy figures and considerate personalities kept clapping and applauding. One glass on the left and the other on the right poured him wine and brought it to his lips, cheering for his heroic feat.
"Hi... girls, do you know that today I am the first person to shoot down a German fighter plane, and I am also the British pilot who has shot down the most enemy planes... There was a little boy who looked like a girl bet with me... Do you know Girls, no one from all the squadrons bet that the poor little boy would win, hahaha..."
Speaking of being intoxicated, his hands seemed to be holding two round and bulging joysticks.
Rubbing.
Rubbing.
Pinch.
…
No pilot objected to Mr. Douglas Patton's assertion that he had defeated the commander in chief.
Because every pilot has one or two charming girls beside him, who are worshiped by their loving eyes. Even if the brave Mr. Douglas Patton said that he alone defeated the entire German Aircraft Wing, no one would refute it. .
Tonight, Mr. Douglas Barton generously donated money to let everyone enjoy the carnival, and that was enough.
Today, Karen has not come back yet. Zhou Zhihan was dragged and dragged by the pilots to this paradise for pilots. Everyone praised him along the way. Fortunately, today, thanks to the chief instructor, everyone was able to come here to party.
But as soon as he entered the bar on the second floor, Zhou Zhihan was left alone and sat in the corner smoking and drinking.
Tsk…
have to.
The price of having a girlfriend is to watch others party at this time, hugging each other, and partying wantonly...
A girl who came late due to family matters appeared at the door of the bar on the second floor. She looked around and saw shadowy figures squirming in every corner of the softly lit and slightly dark room.
These shadows also look extremely restless.
After a while, she found a young man sitting in a quiet corner, drinking alone with a glass of wine. He looked extremely lonely from a distance.
The girl had a good figure, a face like an angel, long brown hair shawl, and her eyes were full of charm. She took a glass of good red wine from the waiter and walked towards the young man who was drinking alone.
"It's a little stuffy in this room!"
The girl with a voluptuous figure and an angelic face sat next to Zhou Zhihan, loosened the buttons on her neck, and fanned her delicate chin with her soft, boneless hands. A faint fragrance hit Zhou Zhihan's nose...
Then, the girl finally saw clearly that this was a handsome face from the East. She was secretly happy and secretly said that all the sisters had lost their sight today.
Clinked the wine glasses.
"Hey!" the girl said, moving closer to Zhou Zhihan, "Looking at you sitting here drinking alone, is there anything bothering you? Let me tell you, are you homesick for home and your wife?"
"I'm not married yet?"
Zhou Zhihan took a polite sip of wine and thanked him for clinking glasses.
"Oh..." The girl lightly licked her red lips, leaving a lip mark on the wine glass, her eyes were full of amorous feelings and exotic sentiments, "Then you should tell me what's on your mind? Maybe I can relieve your worries. You are happy!"
Zhou Zhihan smiled and moved away a little: "I'm not unhappy at all. I just want to sit here and be quiet. It's rare to take half a day off."
The girl moved a little closer and said, "It's not interesting to see you drinking alone. Why don't I tell you a little fable?"
Zhou Zhihan's eyes lit up. It was really rare for a girl to tell fables in a place like this.
“When I was in elementary school, one day I was cleaning the classroom with a female classmate in my class after school.
There are two pots of very beautiful flowers in the classroom. The teacher has to go and look at them every time he has class.
I am timid, but my female classmate is bold. When she was cleaning, she took two pots of flowers in her hands and looked at them carefully. Suddenly her foot slipped and both pots of flowers were smashed, and the delicate flowers were also broken.
The next morning, the teacher didn't scold us, but just asked us to clean the classroom for a week..."
Zhou Zhihan smiled: "You are embarrassed to say that the matter of breaking the flower pot had nothing to do with you, so you were implicated."
The girl looked at Zhou Zhihan, caressed her neck with her slender fingers, and bit her lower lip with her shell-like teeth, showing off her charming look.
"I tell you this fable just to tell you that you have to pay when you come here and touch it or not."
