Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Platoon leader Hans led two squads of soldiers to move forward carefully. I just encountered a large crater blown by an aerial bomb on the road. It was caused by at least a 250 kilogram big thing. The tank couldn't get through. We had to wait for the engineers from behind to fill the crater before we could continue to move forward.

However, Hans did not want to stay idle with the tank, so he continued to advance with his soldiers.

After walking cautiously for a while, they saw a police station ahead at a corner. At this time, the steps of the police station were already piled with sandbags, and a dozen black gun muzzles protruded from behind the sandbags. In the three-story police building, several windows were boarded up tightly, and people behind sandbags could be vaguely seen, aiming their weapons at the street.

Hans, who knew Polish well, shouted at the top of his lungs. "Listen to the people on the other side. Surrender obediently and surrender your guns without killing anyone!!"

He was answered by a row of crackling bullets, but Hans and the others hid around the corner, and the bullets didn't even hurt a hair.

"A bunch of fools!" Hans spat disdainfully. "Communicator, call for air support!"

The communication soldiers carried tactical radios. After all, walkie-talkies like the primitive mobile phones used by sniper teams could not be mass-produced and spread throughout the army.

However, this kind of tactical radio is already very advanced. If conditions are good, it can make smooth voice calls with products of the same series within a range of 5 kilometers. At the same time, equipped with electric keys, it can also use Morse code to remotely communicate with higher-level units. . , with this kind of communication equipment, the German army's troop mobilization will become more flexible and changeable, strengthening the troops' emergency response capabilities to emergencies, and there will no longer be a situation where the messengers run out of breath under a hail of bullets and the result is conveyed. It is outdated news. Commanders can keep in sync with the front line, get first-hand intelligence in a timely manner, and respond to it immediately.

You must know that the similar CSR300 radio station from the American Galvin Company will not be finalized and produced until 1943.

Germany's electronic technology is not weaker than that of the United States. As long as there is sufficient material and financial support, plus a little correct guidance (to prevent them from clicking on the wrong technology tree), they can definitely stand out from the crowd.

The correspondent will report shortly. "Platoon commander, the Stuka will be here in five minutes and let us mark it."

Hans nodded. "Jason, help me take out the grenade launcher and a red signal grenade."

The soldier named Jason pulled out a grenade launcher and a grenade from Hans' backpack. Hans took the grenade launcher and fixed it under the barrel of the MP44. This grenade launcher is an imitation of the Soviet GP-25 40mm gun-mounted grenade launcher. It has excellent performance, simple structure, durability, easy operation, etc. Features. There are no Picatinny rails yet. However, this launcher can be put on the barrel, and it can be used by pressing the fixing buckle inward. It does not require any tools when loading and unloading, which is very fast.

After fixing the launcher, Hans stuffed the signal grenade into the launcher. After waiting quietly for a while, he heard the dull roar of the engine from the sky.

He turned slightly sideways, pulled the trigger at the police station, and retreated before the other party fired back.

The grenade fell in the courtyard of the police station and began to emit a large amount of red smoke. By the time the Poles noticed something was wrong and wanted to pick up the grenade and throw it away, it was already too late. The Stuka, which had circled half a circle in the sky, began to dive, and the sound of the buzzer gradually turned from low to high, and finally turned into a heart-rending roar of hell.

This scream made the Poles on the ground tremble with fear, and they looked up in horror at the plane that was diving straight towards them.

"Oh my God! The plane is coming! Run!"

Some Poles encountered Stuka bombing for the first time. They thought the plane was going to hit them, so they scrambled and turned a deaf ear to the loud reprimands of their superiors.

Unfortunately, before they could take a few steps, the 500-kilogram aerial bomb on the Stuka rack had already fallen and hit the roof of the police building at a speed of nearly a thousand kilometers. The not-so-thick concrete roof could not stop the huge momentum, and the aerial bomb fell from the top of the third floor to the first floor.

The Polish man guarding the corridor on the first floor looked at the huge bomb with twitching lips. Before he could run away, the small propeller at the tail of the bomb slowly stopped.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Hans and the others clearly felt the huge shock wave transmitted to their feet.

I saw scorching flames spurting out from every window, and accompanied by a huge explosion, the entire building was like a can exploded by the flames. It expanded rapidly until it could no longer bear it, and it fell apart and collapsed. The shock wave of the explosion turned the remains of the building into deadly shells, which were fired in all directions. At the same time, the tongues of fire did not dissipate in the explosion but spread crazily, rolling outward like waves.

"Haha, this is too exaggerated." Hans couldn't help but clicked his tongue. He saw dust flying all over the sky, and everything he looked at was gray. Even the air I breathed in had a burning sensation. He didn't expect the bomber to drop such an exaggerated bomb. In his opinion, a bomb of about 250 kilograms could easily defeat this place.

In any case, this big guy helped them clear the obstacles neatly. Hans and his party walked through the desolate ruins and were about to move on when they suddenly saw a figure flashing through the window of a building in front of them.

"Hidden!" Everyone quickly found a bunker on the spot and pointed their guns at the window. But he saw a wooden stick hanging with a white cloth tremblingly stretched out from the window. "We surrender! Don't shoot! We surrender!" Someone inside shouted in broken German, their voices full of confusion and fear. ?

"Throw the weapon out of the window!" Hans yelled. "Come out with your hands in the air and let me see you have no weapons in your hands!"

Dozens of scattered rifles were thrown out of the window. The Poles seemed to be still uneasy and shouted. ""Don't shoot! We're out! Don't fire! "

"Come out, I promise not to open fire!"

A few seconds later, I saw a haggard-looking Polish soldier walking out of the building. He raised his hands high and held a white handkerchief in his hand. His neck was huddled in his coat, and his eyes were full of fear and prayer. .

Hans waved to him. "Where are the others? Come out!"

One after another Polish soldiers came out of the building, about a platoon long. These Polish soldiers squatted together in frustration, looking at the police building that was bombed to pieces in shock and fear. It seems that they decided to surrender because they were afraid that the next bomb would fall on the building where they were hiding.

Having captured so many people at once, Hans was in a good mood. He took out a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches from his pocket and threw them to the prisoners of war.