Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

This is not the Internet age of later generations, where a piece of news will spread all over the world in an instant.

Voroshilov and Yezhov did not know that their lies had been exposed in Spanish newspapers until Stalin's guard captain Mikhail led a team to the frontline headquarters.

The two were discussing how to break through the Polish defense line, even for a short section. Voroshilov did come up with an idea. "I think we can distribute the food and ammunition from the rest of the troops to a few main divisions, and launch an offensive in a local area, which should be able to break through their defense lines."

Ye Ruofu nodded hurriedly. "That sounds good, then Marshal please give the order quickly." He now felt that every minute and every second was a mental torture. As long as this offensive is successful, he will leave this ghost place immediately and never set foot on the front line again in his life.

Just as Voroshilov was about to pick up the phone and give an order, the office door was roughly pushed open and several figures walked in.

Voroshilov shouted. "Bold! Who are you?! Don't you know where this place is?!" Just when he felt that the young man at the head looked familiar, he heard a pop, and Yezhov, who was sitting on the chair, fell to the ground with a dead look on his face. , pointing at him tremblingly. "You, you are...Mikhail!"

Mikhail? Voroshilov finally remembered who this somewhat serious young man was. He was Stalin's guard captain! !

Voroshilov's legs softened and he almost fell to his knees, and he hurriedly held on to the table next to him.

Seeing this, Mikhail almost understood, and without any need for words, he waved his hand, and several strong men behind him ran forward, picked up the two people, and walked out.

"No, no, what do you want to do? I want to see the leader! I want to see Comrade Stalin!!" Yezhov thought they were taking him out for a secret execution, and struggled hysterically while holding the legs of the table.

Mikhail said coldly. "It's the leader who wants to see you."

Ye Ruofu was stunned and hugged the legs of the table harder with his arms. "No, I want to stay here and fight! In just one day, no, no, in just half a day we can capture the Polish defense line...I will make up for it...ugh!"

Listening to his incoherent nonsense, Mikhail winked impatiently, and the strong man who was holding Yezhov's arm punched him in the back of the head.

Yezhov fell limply to the ground, and two strong men lifted him up. Voroshilov, whose face was ashen and trembling all over, allowed the two strong men to drag him out of the office. The other people in the headquarters stood quietly on both sides of the aisle, watching helplessly as their commander was being carried away, without even daring to express their anger.

After Mikhail and his party left in the car, everyone looked at each other in shock. The supreme commander was taken away, so who will command here? After staying for a long time, everyone returned to their respective posts one after another, pretending to be busy.

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Berlin.

Yannick summoned several senior military officials and held a small meeting. “How is it going in Warsaw??”

Rundstedt opened his mouth to report. "Your Highness, we can occupy the entire Warsaw by tomorrow at most, and tonight if we hurry up. But this is limited to the ground. Warsaw garrison commander Carol Rommel led the remaining remnants of the army to hide underground and continue to resist. From time to time, they would come from somewhere in the city. The troops came out from a corner to harass our troops, retreated with one blow, and disappeared back into the underground tunnel before we could react. Although we blew up many tunnel entrances, there has been no major improvement so far.

Although we also sent people to fight underground, the environment there was too complicated, and our manpower was not very sufficient. The suppression operations had little effect and we could not gain much advantage. So there is no effective way to deal with this group of gophers. Someone did come up with a solution, but..."

Seeing Rundstedt hesitate to speak, Yannick couldn't help but wonder. "any solution?"

"Poison gas, pour poison gas into the ground."

"No!" Yannick flatly rejected the proposal. "Dealing with Poland, a weak opponent, is not worth risking the world's disapproval by using poison gas." He spent a lot of effort to establish a positive image of Germany. Now in the world, except for Britain, France and their colonies, Most support Germany.

In the last war, both warring parties developed various new types of poison gas weapons, mainly mustard gas, phosgene, and chlorine. It is estimated that at least 50,965 tons were used in the war. According to official figures, there were approximately 1,176,500 non-fatal casualties caused by chemical weapons agents in World War I, and at least 85,000 people died. In the novel "All Quiet on the Western Front" by German writer Remarque, This is described in the book.

Therefore, after the war, major countries in the world reached a consensus in the Hague International Convention, which prohibits the use of biological and chemical weapons in war. The date of promulgation of the treaty was June 17, 1925, and the specific implementation date was February 8, 1928. In other words, any biological and chemical weapons operations such as poisonous gas bacteria and the like that are carried out after the effective time are in violation of international law and must be held legally responsible.

He didn't want to use this kind of ghost thing at this time to cause other countries to hate or even declare war. "Whoever dares to use poison gas again in the future will be fired from his position. Unless the enemy uses it first, our poison gas can only be locked in the warehouse forever!"

"Your Highness is wise." Rundstedt originally looked down on this kind of thing, but when he saw Yannick being so determined, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"This Rommel, I originally wanted to find a good job for him, but I didn't expect him to be so ungrateful." Yannick snorted. "Then don't blame me for being rude. Are you going to play tunnel battle with me?" Those are things that our ancestors have already mastered! "Let you taste the power of fire attack."

"With fire?" Rundstedt reminded. "Your Highness, the Vistula River runs through the entire city. Warsaw's underground water source is extremely rich. I'm afraid using fire will have little effect."

"Of course it's not an ordinary fire." Yannick smiled slightly. "Not long ago, the scientific research department of Area 51 came up with a good thing called napalm. It is made by adding some additives to ordinary gasoline. Once it is doused with water, it will react chemically with the water and release hydrogen. Exacerbating combustion. The most important thing is that when it burns, it will rapidly consume the oxygen in the nearby air, creating a fatal hypoxic area. Aren't these characteristics just right for those rats underground." Then he introduced the solidification Other characteristics of gasoline include the formation of a layer of flames after explosion and sputtering around, emitting a high temperature of about 1000°C; the ability to stick to other objects and burn for a long time, etc.

"Sounds really good." Everyone exclaimed. "Your Highness, can this kind of napalm be mass-produced?"

"Of course, additives are common chemicals. As long as there is enough gasoline, you can start manufacturing." Even if Germany had this technology during World War II in the original time and space, there was no gasoline to waste, but now it is different. You can make as much as you want. .