I Became a Captain of the British Empire

From Portsmouth (1)

outside the window in the sun.

Sagging in the back seat of the car, I looked out at the road with eyes wide open.

A road blown by the cold wind of late autumn. The road to Portsmouth looks exceptionally chilly.

Kirk, the driver, glanced at the back seat.

“what’s the matter?”

“Oh, no.”

A man who is confused and rolls his eyes. Something bothers me.

I didn’t know it last night, but he came from the same hometown as me.Make sure to read from noble mtl dot com

Perhaps that is why he became the orderly.

Maybe he knows about my past?

“Look, Kirk.”

“yes?”

“How long have we known each other?”

A guy who tilts his head. After thinking deeply, he opened his mouth.

“Since the time the Admiral became the captain… It has been about five years.”

“That much?”

“yes.”

“hmm… is it. I see.”

I turned my head to the window, ignoring the guy who was looking sideways with questionable eyes.

unexpectedly short. No, five years is not such a short time, but it is an ambiguous time to get the information I want.

It is a difficult family to understand. What the hell did you do to make your family look like this? Besides, it’s not clear what I was doing when I was alive.

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Probably won’t be able to do it in the future.

“Kirk, how far away is it?”

“Just one more hour to go.”

I’m going crazy. He sighed and leaned back in his seat.

This is enough to take a deep breath and wake up.

The person my mother told me about was the daughter of a wealthy family living in Portsmouth. It seems that his father is the president of a company that supplies equipment to the Navy.

Originally, he only sold goods to the military, but when he touched civilian equipment, he said the business was a hit. It’s a company I’ve never heard of before… It seems that it has not become a large company like BAE Systems.

Well, if you know some names in the provinces, you won’t have to worry about money. I guess that part is big.

“Hasn’t it been a while since you’ve been to Portsmouth?”

Kirk first asked if he was bored with driving. I shrugged and answered.

“Haven’t I been there very often?”

“Because you’ve been spending it only in Scotland lately.”

Such a thug… No, to spend it in a cold place. You’ve been through a bit In fact, Scapa Flow, the homeport of the British main fleet, is in the north.

Originally, the only thing I remember when I think of Scotland is the Loch Ness Monster. Thanks to that, I don’t even remember what I was originally doing. It’s ironic to see this again.

“Is there anything to see in Portsmouth?”

“There are many things to see. Isn’t it a bustling town? what… For those of us who are from the Navy, it might be a bit boring. I see things like warships every day.”

Saying that, Kirk raised an eyebrow. But I have a slightly different opinion. This is my first time going to Portsmouth.

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Portsmouth is a historic Royal Navy base. True to its reputation, the Royal Navy’s innumerable legacy lies dormant. All I can remember is Britain’s first armored ship, the Warrior, and the Naval Museum… .

It is truly a golden opportunity for me, who has not been able to travel once due to financial circumstances. I want to walk around the streets alone all day long.

… Should I just skip it and run to Navy Headquarters? seriously worried

However, it would not be so easy to escape from her mother’s clutches. Judging from the fact that he brought up the story as soon as he arrived, it seems that he was well prepared before I left.

With no memory of my past life, I was caught in a trap without any preparation. This is why information warfare is so important.

I can’t. want to go home. No, I want to go back to Repulse.

When I turned my head, a haggard face was reflected in the window. As soon as I saw it, I sighed. What is this, even though he is 40 years old, he is almost a man. Fortunately, I have a lot of hair.

“excuse me… Admiral?”

As I let out a sigh of relief, I heard Kirk’s voice. The guy cautiously looked sideways and spoke cautiously.

“Has everything been okay at home?”

I tilted my head at the absurd question.

I’m about to send that guy to come and stop by. Does it have anything to do with our family?

“Why are you asking that?”

“No, that… .”

Hesitant shoulder. The car suddenly stops. The guy who stepped on the brakes slowly looked back.

“I know it’s really rude to say this, but… .”

A chilly sensation ran down my spine. what? Does he have any complaints about me? Could it be that you mentioned driving before?

“What, what’s going on?”

“That’s it… .”

dark voice. feel cheap Looking around, there was no one on the empty road.

A street without eyes to see. Somehow, the atmosphere is down. driving me crazy. My heart races and sirens ring in my ears. Pistol! my pistol… .

It was a time when I was struggling with a sudden fear.

“By any chance, what about the tip you send to my house?”

“… what?”

Hearing the unexpected question, I couldn’t help but blink.

It seems that he underestimated the sh*t the original owner had packed.

* * *

“So, in exchange for helping your family, you were staying as an orderly?”

“No, it’s not like that! Again, I consider it an honor to serve under the Admiral!”

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Portsmouth.

We slowly walked along the beach where the cries of seagulls could be heard like an echo.

Listening to the story, it seems that I entrusted Kirk with the orderly and provided a subsidy to his family in exchange for taking care of all sorts of chores. Of course, some of it is a mix of my family’s money.

“I was afraid that tips wouldn’t come into your house, right?”

“Oh, it’s not like that… .”

“No, don’t worry, don’t worry. I can deduct it from my salary.”

He shrugged and said nothing.

Anyway, I was scared for nothing. I’ve heard of it, it’s nothing.

“Are you okay? Even if it’s a tip, we burden too much… .”

“Am I not an admiral now?”

“But I’ll spend that salary on drinking too… Oh no!”

Kirk quickly shuts his mouth. What does this bastard see me as? Ah, you see me as before. I can’t help it. We have to gradually change our perception in the future.

Also, it is the original responsibility of the superior to help subordinates when they are in trouble. At least I think so.

Walking along the pier and looking around, there were really countless ships coming and going. From destroyers belonging to the Strait Fleet to transport ships loaded with supplies. From barges to yachts and fishing boats.

Among them is a German battleship that entered Portsmouth after the last naval battle at Dover. A German anti-ship fleet entering a traditional British naval port, a different sight. Maybe that’s why a lot of people are flocking there.

“Still, the Mackenzen class is popular.”

“I feel that way a lot since last year. Is it because it’s a new ship?”

“People put design first. Why is Rodney, who is not inferior in performance, less popular than Hood?”

“I understand.”

Guy nodding his head.

Anyway, another ship is coming in towards the port where the crowd is gathering.

Courageous-class aircraft carrier. There really is no belly.

“Is that the Furious?”

“you’re right. They say they are just preparing for the blockade of Brest.”

A huge aircraft carrier pulled into port by a tugboat. The deck where I was standing not long ago was now full of deck crews preparing to berth.

After the Battle of Dover Strait, the French Atlantic Fleet completely evaporated.

Three battleships were sunk and one was damaged. Two Lyon-class ships remain in port, but the sea routes are blocked and they are unable to do so.

In return, the Southern Air Group was halved, but much better than the landing force rushing into London.

The first wave that landed at Dover is said to have surrendered after fighting for several days after the retreat was blocked.

Their fighting spirit, which fought fiercely to the end, is not yet widely known because it is not a very honorable anecdote, such as the British who failed to push the isolated enemy with force, or the other side that isolated the landing force they had sent.

It’s also fortunate that the landing was blocked.

“The front on the French side seems to be in urgency.”

After pausing and looking at Furious, Kirk opened his mouth. He took out a newspaper from somewhere and showed an article written on the front page.

“French offensive in the lowlands… Anglo-German alliance, is it okay as it is?”

“It’s typical yellow press, but it seems to be struggling.”

“I guess the guys didn’t even think about going first. The Soviet side would be very anxious too.”

France is ridiculed for its super-quick surrender during World War II, but it is also a powerful army in its own right. An offensive based on a vigorous attacking spirit would not be so ridiculous.

Of course, I don’t think Germany will be pushed back. However, if time drags on like this, nothing good will happen in England. That’s because the time on the US front is getting longer.

“Couldn’t we get a boat out of the Canadian front?”

“How can you trust the US and pull out the capital ship? If they don’t have them, they’ll be pushing all the way to Newfoundland right away.”

And it takes a few more capital ships to control the sea anyway. Even if more power is added here, it is meaningless if the direction of the ground war does not change.

“I hope our German friends will counterattack as soon as possible.”

“Still, it is said that there are many young officers who are active recently.”

“Because the reputation of the Great War has not gone anywhere. But are you active?”

Are there any generals who have already stood out? Curious, I turned my head to find Kirk reading a newspaper article.

“Colonel Walther Model, who is responsible for the staff of the northern defense… Wow, that’s a colonel at this age. You seem to be similar to Admiral.”

“Model?”

Walter model? Are you a master of defensive warfare called the Führer’s firefighter?

I read the article and took a closer look.

A face that I remember seeing on the Internet at first glance. Since he has been prominent since World War I, isn’t it an exaggeration to even publish an article?

By the way, even his name is known, so it seems that this person is also being used as a media play. Maybe it goes through a process similar to Rommel’s.

When I thought about it, I suddenly had a strange idea.

What is Rommel doing in this world? What about Nimitz? What about Spruance?

There are too many great commanders whose names have not yet been announced. Suddenly, I became curious about their current situation. The world has changed, so each of them will have a different destiny.

“Admiral. It is over there.”

As I folded the newspaper and put it in my arms, Kirk pointed to a store sign in the distance. The delusion disappeared like a bubble and the cold reality caught my eyes.

“… don’t go in.”

I don’t know what kind of life each of them is living, but there are probably not many people who are in trouble like me.

* * *

United States, Department of Defense.

in a cold room. The generals sit face to face with a long desk between them.

“… This is the rough plan for the Pacific Front.”

Tak, putting down the papers, Admiral Frett finished his speech.

cold eyes. parched lips. The sound of breathing tickles your ears.

With a more tense attitude than when meeting the president alone, U.S. Navy Jang Seong-jin straightened up. If anyone were to brag that they were in the most difficult position in the world, they would gladly plug their snouts.

It’s only been four days since an incredible order was issued. The conclusion reached after consultation with the best strategists in the Navy. Even with reinforcements, the offensive is extremely disadvantageous.

Upon receiving the plan containing such contents, the army generals exchanged glances and read the documents slowly. The Pacific Campaign was not the sole jurisdiction of the Navy. Because of this, the Navy also had an obligation to share operational plans.

And there are never a few cases where friction arises.

In the room where the sound of breathing passed like a knife, as I was buried in nervousness, the army general in front of me finally opened his mouth.

“So if you put together what the Pacific Fleet is saying.”

The general firmly puts down the papers and holds his hands together.

Frett swallowed dryly. The eyes they met hinted that things would not be solved easily.

“You mean to abandon the Philippines?”

Douglas MacArthur, former commander of the Philippine Army in Manila and now chief of staff of the United States Army, said that with a frown.