I Became a Captain of the British Empire

Boston tea incident

By the time the night sky of dawn was over, Boston, the largest port in the eastern United States, resumed its busy daily life.

A huge port that is a symbol of the history of American independence and still boasts a considerable size. It is also the oldest city in the East, and there was no time to rest even in the cold morning air.

This is because there are so many ships that it is difficult to count by hand under the dense skyscrapers like a forest.

The many anchorages were on the verge of bursting in front of this large fleet. Thanks to this, the workers diligently moved their steps right after taking a nap at dawn. It was a job with no time to be lazy.

“Damn, when can we get out? You said it could be done in a week!”

Looking at the vast fleet, Patton stood on the roof of the temporary headquarters and stomped his feet. The highly anticipated presidential fleet had been stuck in the port for several days. Bradley, standing next to him, looked at him and whispered in his ear.

“I heard the news that the navy lost the decisive battle. I think things are getting a little complicated.”

“You lost! So, are you saying that the landing will be delayed?”

Bradley held back a sigh as he saw his friend shouting loudly, without even whispering in his ear. Rubbing his throbbing forehead with both hands, he replied.

“… It’s very likely that.”

“Incompetent Navy bastards!”

Watching Patton frown like a raging bull, Bradley stuck out his tongue. How can such a simple yet brave soldier come out?

But that was also Patton’s charm. Because of this, Bradley did not criticize him and continued the story in a soft tone.

“Well, even if the landing is postponed, don’t we still have capital ships left? If that doesn’t work out, there’s a way to assault them by crossing the St. Lawrence Bay while our fleet catches them.”

Of course, the task of how to cross the rugged Quebec Mountains remains, but it was possible to cross it once through the southern sea.

The difficulty of landing would be much more difficult, but the Americans had a numerical advantage. So, at that time, the headquarters thought that nothing was impossible if a little sacrifice was made.

However, Patton said as if he was still not satisfied, putting his hand on his waist.

“Isn’t it a problem because it takes time? God damn it, what was General MacArthur thinking of the plan?”

It was a raspy voice, as always. But this time, even Bradley couldn’t get over it.

“What’s the point of talking to your boss, Patton?”

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Patton turned his head in surprise at the cold voice. But then he spoke again with a dissatisfied expression.

“I don’t like him this time. Something, it seems like I made a mistake.”

“For now, it’s our business. You better be careful with your words.”

Bradley also made a sharp point without backing down. Patton stared at his friend in surprise.

“… well, yes I’m sorry.”

It was Patton who licked his lips a few times before speaking reluctantly. Bradley looked at him with a complicated face and then nodded.

“It would be nice to go in first. It’s not that safe here either.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Bradley pointed at the distant horizon to his blinking friend.

“Look at that sea. Can you see even one warship protecting us now? If the navy is defeated, there’s a chance they’ll try to come in here. If their warships show up at sea, the command post isn’t entirely safe.”

“If we can’t stop a battleship from coming ashore, isn’t it the same as not having a US Navy?”

“Well, maybe it’s gone already… .”

Having said that, Bradley kept his mouth shut.

It was too dark to say more here.

The two of them, who had been watching the sea with anxious eyes, soon turned around and prepared to go down the building. Then, all of a sudden, Bradley pricked up his ears and called out to Patton.

“Hey, can’t you hear anything?”

“sound?”

The two looked up at the sky. The direction I sent my eyes to was the distant horizon. A dot was approaching with a roaring sound.

“Is it a reconnaissance aircraft?”

“You’re my friend.”

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Patton said it didn’t matter. However, he too was at a loss for words after examining the approaching reconnaissance plane closely through his binoculars.

“Behind me… What’s coming?”

Dozens of dots were visible behind the reconnaissance plane, which quickly flew in because the engine was broken. As time passed, the identity of the small dot was more clearly revealed.

“This… .”

Dozens of biplane wings twinkled against the rising morning sun. Soon, a siren that seemed unlikely to be heard in one’s lifetime resonated throughout downtown Boston.

The dozens of biplane formations were an integrated attack force that combined all the remaining aircraft of the three British aircraft carriers. They launched a sortie before the night sky darkened at dawn, gathered in the air at sunrise in the morning, and flew toward Boston Harbor, 150 km away.

“The Membis company descends! We shoot down from above! Everyone remember! The target is an enemy transport! It is not a ground base!”

The shouts and hand signals of the flight commanders flew across the sky, and numerous wings crossed and flashed. The squadron, which moved as if it were one body, flew through the sky in a graceful formation.

The air group, which consisted of a total of 46 aircraft, was an elite member drawn from three aircraft carriers. The torpedo bombers, 8, 8, and 6 sorties respectively from Courageous, Glorious, and Furious, were equipped with bombs rather than torpedoes because of anti-torpedo nets in the harbor.

“Cowell! Send a signal to the little friends in the rear! We’re going to attack soon!”

“Yes, Captain!”

A signal went up from the rear seat of the aircraft the squadron commander boarded, and the four reconnaissance planes following him waved their wings and sent a confirmation signal.

The reconnaissance aircraft, four from each carrier, following the front attack aircraft, carried 150-pound bombs. Their target was a relatively small vessel.

Twelve fighters were escorted in the air above them, but not a single interceptor was seen to intercept them.

Only one unlucky reconnaissance plane hurriedly turned around near the harbor and ran away. Shortly after firing a signal flare, the fuselage was torn apart and shattered by machine gun fire from British fighters.

By the time the raid’s shadow fell over the transport, only a handful of anti-aircraft guns were firing.

“descent! descent! descent!”

“It’s the tea box that you guys threw like that! Take it!”

The torpedo bomber descended with a gentle curve… No, the Beaufort aircraft, now in charge of the bombing mission, passed over transport ships lined up in the harbor in low-level, level flight. A dark object fell from under the fuselage, and then the flash of the explosion lit up the deck.

Originally, even a gentle dive bombardment would have to be performed to achieve an accuracy, but now it was possible to hit the target with a swift overhead horizontal bombardment. That’s because the ships are so densely anchored. Pillars of water and explosions mingled throughout the harbor, and flames soared in all directions.

“this… damn it!”

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Patton gritted his teeth and shouted as he watched the explosion spread through the harbor. In his two eyes, the proudly assembled presidential fleet was burning after being hit by a bomb.

Bradley gestured toward Patton, who was trembling with clenched fists.

“Patton! We must evacuate to an air-raid shelter! Follow me quickly!”

“Go first! I will kill those beggars with my own hands!”

“What the hell are you talking about?!”

Leaving behind his bewildered friend’s call, Patton drew his pistol and pointed it at the sky. Then he lashed out at the flying biplane.

It was something no one expected. Bradley and the two officers’ adjutants stared intently at Patton’s courageous eccentricity. He came to his senses belatedly and dragged Patton along with his adjutant, but in the meantime, gunshots rang out in succession.

Naturally, the formation of biplanes passed through the sky unharmed and threw bombs.

“A dead officer is of no use to anyone!”

“Not to my ego!”

On the headquarters stairs, such scuffles were repeated over and over again.

Bradley, who threw himself into the trench prepared as an air-raid shelter, poked his head out. I watched the plane passing over the city carefully.

Gulp, swallowed dry saliva. It looked as if a bomb would explode on the road on the way to work any second. He closed his eyes as the sharp sound of propellers passed overhead.

But nothing happened.

“wait for a sec… .”

Bradley turned his eyes back to the harbor. Apparently, the ship was on fire. Fierce smoke rose from among the numerous fleets that lined up to the outskirts.

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Planes passing over the port facilities are also flying quietly, without throwing a single stone.

Bradley was beset with questions. What is the purpose? Are the port facilities not a target for bombing? It was incomprehensible. We are on the verge of devastating the largest port in the eastern United States, and enemies are banging on empty transports.

However, it did not take long for his question to be answered.

“Betty! Now sprinkle it!”

“good! Follow me, friends!”

A group of biplanes passed over the transport ships that had tipped over in the harbor and spilled heavy oil. Flying through the middle of the city, they leisurely broke through the clumsy tracer bullets.

Lieutenant Betty, the captain of the reconnaissance aircraft, looked down while holding the steering wheel. It was as if he could see at a glance the frightened citizens running away.

“Major. It’s a city I could visit if it weren’t for the war.”

“Well, aren’t you still here with a bag of presents?”

“Is it too early for Santa Claus to appear?”

After sharing a silly joke, the two of them followed the flight leader’s signal and took out a box placed under the seat in turn.

It wasn’t even a small bomb that was lifted in the hands of the gunner in the back seat.

A box stacked with countless flyers.

The gunner who opened the cover lifted the box and brushed it off. The contents that were blown away by the strong wind were pieces of white paper. Dozens of planes were scattering leaflets into the air all at once.

“It really looks like dandelion petals.”

“It looks like a snowstorm to me.”

The two of them talked while looking at the flyers flying in all directions.

Bradley, who was staring blankly at the sky, eventually noticed a small piece of paper falling freely toward him.

A leaflet fluttering and flying.

What was written on the cleanly printed paper was a statement of condemnation written in his own handwriting. Bradley read it slowly.

– Shout out to the American people

Do you have any intention of preserving the life of yourself or that of your brother or friend? Please read this leaflet for help.

Within months, we will be bombing and blockading every East Coast city and nearby waters. These cities have transport ships and munitions that carry supplies for the US Army.

The British Empire plans to destroy all weapons and block shipping routes that will be used to continue this pointless war. Your family, conscripted into the army, will have no choice but to shed blood as long as this war continues.

But we, the British Empire, are benevolent. We do not want to continue a pointless war with the United States. However, this means that if the American people continue to wage a war without a cause, the British Empire will be forced to fight and cause irreparable damage to the United States.

England’s enemy is not you. Foolish rulers who draw you into war are your enemies. Please, citizens, please make a wise decision.

… Bradley, who was slowly reading the leaflet, quickly distorted his face.

“This… !”

He tore the paper in his hand and hurriedly shouted to his subordinates around him.

“Right now, gather all these papers and incinerate them! hurry!”

“Bradley? What is it?”

Looking at his excited friend, Patton asked with a puzzled face. Bradley said nothing and handed Patton a flyer that had fallen around.

“What crazy is this!”

Unsurprisingly, it was Patton with the same crumple in the face.

“Hey you motherf*ckers! Where did you sit down doing cowardly things!

It was a time when the general, full of enthusiasm, was waving his fist in the air.

bang-!

The sound of something breaking was heard. The two officers looked towards the harbor with their mouths open in surprise.

Did they finally drop the bomb?

I looked in the direction of the sound with a worried face, but as if nothing had happened, it was still, symbolizing a quiet morning.

“What the hell happened?”

“Patton! stop! It could be an unexploded bomb!”

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Patton, who shook off his friend’s restraint and ran to the harbor, looked around for a while and soon found the identity of the sound.

“What the hell is this… .”

They both held their breath and opened their mouths at the same time. Numerous tea leaves were scattered around the fragments of the broken box.

England, Leicestershire.

With the bright sun shining on the garden, the two of them sat across from each other at the table and laughed loudly over the tea cups in front of them.

“You punched those cheeky Yankees! After all, they are my juniors!”

“Your help has been great. Thank you for this.”

Churchill tried to speak calmly in front of Beatty, who was laughing ravenously, but even that, the corner of his mouth was rising little by little.

“Well, even if it wasn’t for me, the Royal Navy would have done just fine. Rather, is the ship ready now?”

“The Invincible class?”

Sipping her tea, Beatty nodded.

“It looked pretty cool. The structure is still not familiar to the eye, but… .”

“Well, all the latest technology is like that. First of all, the electrification of both ships will be completed within two months.”

“Is it yet? Give it back to training or hard work. We need to let them know what we’ve got. That way, I won’t do anything stupid and stay still.”

“It should be.”

Churchill nodded quietly. Beatty asked him again with a thoughtful face.

“Looks like the cabinet work has been sorted out.”

“Don’t talk. From rats lurking everywhere to pessimists, we haven’t slept a wink because we’re fighting each other.”

Churchill frowned and waved his hand. The past few weeks have been intense days for the Royal Navy, but they have not been comfortable for the Cabinet either.

“It’s safe to say that nothing has changed, from the encryption system to the cabinet factors.”

“You’ve had a hard time.”

Needless to say, it was Beatty who felt all kinds of adversity in the dark circled face of the Secretary of the Navy. Before long, the old admiral put down the teacup.

“So, do you have any plans for the next time in the Navy?”

“The next thing is the Ministry of Information. First of all, Navy just managed to score an equalizer. It will be a series of boring confrontations from now on.”

“Ha, are you trying to confront the existing fleet?”

“The main fleet would be like that.”

Sipping a cup of tea, Churchill continued.

“But the First Navy Police seemed to have other ideas.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Admiral Pound of Task Force H has put forward a new agenda.”

Hey, I handed out the paperwork. Beatty, who frowned and brought the paper close to her face, nodded as if she understood.

“Samuel D Lewis… ? Ah, that young fellow.”

“Is this a friend you know?”

“Hodgers’s letter has his name on it. I guess I thought he was a promising player… First of all, my grades at the military academy were pretty good. There were a few flaws in his demeanor, though.”

“The 1st Navy Police is still dubious. I don’t know either. Well, it would be better to trust the judgment of the field for now.”

Beatty chuckled and set the paper down. He said, looking back at the golden-sunlit garden.

“Pound is a capable man. If the two of you are saying this, there must be something. For old people like us, all we can do is empower the younger ones.”

“hmm… Got it. I will think of my own.”

Churchill looked quietly at the table where the teacup had been set. As Beatty saw it, the voluptuous Secretary of the Navy seemed to have a particularly prominent wrinkle on his face. But the desire in his eyes was still squirming fiercely.

“So, let’s watch quietly.”

Whether it would be good for the Royal Navy to leave its fate to this man’s desires, Beatty wasn’t sure.

I walked down the hallway with a tired body. The interior of Hood’s ship was as clean as it always was, even after the battle. It is also worthy of being the mascot of the Royal Navy.

Seeing the corridor shining neatly despite the long voyage, I let out a sigh.

It was a series of hardships.

Since the naval battle, our task force H has roamed the East Coast of the United States.

No matter how much I won in the naval battle, I was worried about whether I could wander around like this. But the fleet was not much of a threat.

It seems that the U.S. Navy also had very few capital ships that could be deployed immediately.

In addition, the already high-speed fleet was hiding between squalls and clouds, and there were no air strikes or submarines that would be a threat. Thanks to this, the mobile fleet consisting of 2 battleships, 3 battlecruisers, 3 carriers and dozens of frigates roamed the east coast of Muju-gongsan for two full days.

Yes, that means I also had a few more days of battle sailing after the heavy battle.

“Damn it, my shoulders are so sore that I’m going crazy.”

It feels like your whole body is stretched like a rubber band. My legs full of eggs throb, and my back screams. I wish I had Kirk.

Originally, he was a good tea drinker, but these days, his skill at brewing coffee has also increased.

Anyway, I’m going to have a good night’s sleep when I’m done with work. After opening the bulkhead door several times, I quietly knocked on the door when I finally reached a position about below the bridge.

“Come in.”

A quiet voice was heard in the room. I gulp, swallowed, and opened the door.

My heart trembles.

“Squadron commander, Samuel D. Lewis, I have business to meet with the Admiral.”

“Come in comfortably.”

In the large room, Admiral Pound sat in a chair, holding a small book in his hand.