Imperial Overlord

"Name!" An officer of the secret security bureau was in a dimly lit room, dazzling the German pilot on the opposite side with the lights, unable to open his eyes.

The hapless German pilot's me-109e fighter jet crashed on British soil after being hit by ground anti-aircraft artillery.

He fainted quickly because of the force of the impact, and was caught by the British ground patrol troops who rushed in quickly.

In fact, 90 percent of the German pilots shot down in the British air battle ended up like this, they were quickly arrested, and then spent their days in a British prisoner of war camp.

The German pilot narrowed his eyes and tried to block the light with his hands, but because he was handcuffed, he was unable to complete his actions.

He simply closed his eyes, and then answered impatiently, "Sol, my name is Sol, and I'm a sergeant major."

In fact, the documents on his body have long been taken away by the British ground forces, and at this moment they are placed in front of the British officer who is interrogating him.

The reason why I need to ask him again after knowing his name is because everyone has such a habit during the interrogation process.

And why do you ask questions that you already know the answer to? That's a pretty cryptic question—God knows why.

Picking up the identity certificate on the table, it is indeed an identical face, and it is covered with various steel seals. Obviously, this thing is impossible and unnecessary to fake.

The German pilots, as well as the British pilots who attacked Germany, were allowed to reveal their identities after being shot down and captured, which did not violate any rules.

According to the needs of the situation, you can also selectively explain some problems, which are all allowed ranges - it does not necessarily mean that people would rather die than give in to fight to the end.

In addition to his own name, the number of troops and other issues are also among the options that are allowed to explain. In addition, you can judge by yourself and explain some things that do not involve absolute confidentiality.

And only after these are explained, will they be imprisoned in prisoner of war camps instead of being tortured. Although I don't want to admit it, things like prisoner abuse actually happen.

For example, beatings and the like, it is more commonplace. Sergeant Sol was actually woken up by a kick on his way here.

"Mr. Sol, although it is unfortunate for you, I am still very happy to congratulate you. You have been captured by the British team." The officer of the Secret Security Bureau closed Sol's certificate and moved away the dazzling eyes. light, he said kindly.

"Actually, I'm very glad that I'm still alive, and I hope to be treated as a prisoner of war." Without the direct light from the light, Sol opened his eyes slightly and replied.

The British official nodded and asked, "Then it depends on whether you cooperate or not. I want to ask you a few questions. Can you think about it seriously and then answer me?"

"Yes! If I knew about it, I would definitely cooperate! I don't want to suffer any guilt." Sol nodded, agreeing that there was no psychological burden at all.

The British official seemed very satisfied with Sol's cooperative attitude, leaned his face forward, and asked, "Can you tell me what training your Luftwaffe has done recently?"

"Training? It's for novice pilots. I'm a sergeant major with practical experience, so I don't need any further training." Sol emphasized his rank, obviously he was very proud of it.

Hearing Sol said that, the British official frowned, he looked at the other party, and continued to ask: "Then can you explain why you two air strikes yesterday and today can shoot down hundreds of our fighter jets? "

Speaking of this, the officers of the Secret Security Bureau and the several British Air Force officers who were guarding the door gnawed with hatred.

Yesterday, a long-planned large-scale interception air strike by the British Air Force was beaten all over by the opponent's German aircraft.

More than 90 planes were dropped in one day, which was a complete disaster for the RAF.

The next day, although General Dawding had decided not to fight, he could not refuse the request of the Prime Minister and the King to try again, and lost forty-eight fighter jets.

Almost 150 fighter jets were lost in two days, most of which were still Spitfire fighter jets that had been accumulated with great difficulty, which made Doding aching.

It's not just Dawding that hurts, but the entire Air Force hurts very much - the UK lost 100 pilots in the past two days, and this loss is simply irreparable.

Since the British air battle has been carried out, Germany has replaced more than 970 aircraft of the British Air Force with the loss of 600 aircraft of various types.

As for the pilots, the total number of killed and captured on both sides was almost the same, that is to say, the British did not take any advantage in the process of defending the homeland.

In less than two months, the RAF suffered various setbacks, and one-third of the mainland was bombed to rubble by the Luftwaffe.

"Down so many?" Saul was also taken aback by this number, his eyes widened and he said, "My God, I only shot down two..."

Hearing him say that, the British officer who was interrogating in the room was speechless - big brother, what is it that we got into a fight? If you shoot down one, that's enough money, okay? Now that you've earned one, what's not to like about you?

"If you don't cooperate, we'll have to use some interrogation methods." The British official finally spoke, pressing Sol.

"I really don't know anything...please..." Saul quickly opened his mouth to pray when he saw that Ying was about to do something.

It's a pity that the British official did not mean to be soft-hearted, but directly punched Sol's stomach.

In the huge impact, the iron chair that Sol was sitting on moved back a distance of one centimeter, making a sharp rubbing sound.

Sol almost spit out his stomach, like a shrimp, hunched over there and retched. He hadn't eaten until now, so after retching, he bent over and hummed.

In this era, there was no such thing as an examination of injuries or that prisoners were not allowed to be beaten. It was quite normal to be beaten.

Before Thor could catch his breath, he was hit **** the back, which stopped him from humming, because the pain forced him to shout out of his humming mouth.

"Ah!" Thor shouted ventingly, and then quickly said: "Don't! Stop fighting! I said! I'll tell you what you want to know!"

"Then hurry up, we don't want to waste time. Frankly speaking, I'd rather go for coffee than beat you, and I think you'd rather lie down than be beaten, right?" fist, said coldly.

"A few days ago, on the 19th, or on the 18th, I can't remember clearly." Sol spat the blood in his mouth to the ground and explained slowly.

He gasped twice, then sat up in pain: "I was in a meeting with the other pilots in our squadron."

"The meeting was presided over by the brigade captain. He gave us all the data on the Spitfire, analyzed the performance of your fighter, and then gave us advice on how to get rid of the Spitfire." After Saul finished speaking, he closed it. own mouth.

"Data? That's why you use roll maneuvers?" After the interrogating officer heard the answer, his shock was no less than the detonation of an atomic bomb.

"What else do you need, someone told you that if you are bitten by an enemy plane, you can choose a direction to roll and save your life... What more do you want?" Sergeant Sol shrugged his shoulders and said.

"How detailed is the data you got?" The officer struggled out of shock, grabbed the point, and asked again.

"Level flight speed, circling radius, climbing speed... The width of the cockpit, the weapons on board, I only see these." Sol recalled for a while, and then said everything that came to his mind~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Thank you Cooperation! "Officer Ying got what he wanted, stopped the interrogation, turned around and opened the door.

Outside the door, the air force officers who had been waiting there for a long time, including Daoding, were waiting for the result of this interrogation.

"It can be confirmed that this is a very bad leak." The British intelligence officer said his interrogation results with some embarrassment.

He lowered his voice and reported: "Someone leaked all the performance parameters of our fighter jets...all of them...in every detail."

"I hope he's lying to you... Otherwise, I'll kill the **** who leaked the secret with my own hands." Dawding glanced at the crack of the door, the German pilot who was sitting there in depression, and said fiercely.

However, what the British intelligence officer thought in his mind was that it would be best if the intelligence on his side did not match the interrogation results obtained by Prime Minister Churchill.

The reason why he thought so was because the German plane that was shot down yesterday also had a captured German pilot...

Coincidentally, after the German pilot was caught, Churchill asked to question the hapless guy himself.

After learning that another downed German pilot had been captured, Churchill ordered that the results of the two interrogations be combined to see if anyone had lied.

"How do we report it? If I tell the truth, I think a lot of people will be arrested and put in prison again." The officer of the Secret Security Bureau said with some pain.

"What else can I say? We must report truthfully, this is a war... A war does not allow people who betray themselves!" Daoding said angrily.

In Dawding's view, it was such a **** who leaked the most crucial fighter performance parameters. This man was responsible for the deaths of hundreds of people in the British Air Force, and he had to be found and hanged.