章 147: Chapter 147:147

The beaches of Dunkirk, stretching along the northern coast of France, were now the stage for a colossal and chaotic evacuation. The air resonated with the cacophony of war—roaring engines, distant explosions, and the staccato rhythm of gunfire. Thousands of stranded Allied soldiers, their backs against the sea, gazed anxiously toward the horizon, awaiting the arrival of salvation.

The Royal Air Force, determined to establish control over the skies, engaged in a fierce aerial battle with the Luftwaffe. Trails of smoke painted the azure canvas as planes darted and twisted in a deadly dance. The fate of the evacuation hinged on this aerial struggle—the ability to secure a safe passage for the flotilla of vessels poised to cross the Channel.