Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

At this time a soldier ran over and reported. "General, we found gold! It's about eight hundred tons."

The Major General of the Guards nodded and looked at Mihai aside. "His Highness has ordered us to move only 500 tons of it, leaving 300 tons for your country."

Mihai smiled slightly. "Brother Yannick is so polite. Does he have any other instructions?"

"His Highness hopes that your country will use one hundred tons of it for the expansion of military industry, and your country can handle the rest by itself."

"Okay, I will definitely convey it to my father."

"Asshole! That's our Polish gold! If you dare to touch it, Britain and France will not let you go!!" Seeing these two people openly sharing the stolen gold, President Moschiecki and Marshal Simigwe almost came to blows. He went crazy and started yelling hysterically.

The Major General of the Guards sneered. "What are you talking about? Are you still thinking about your British and French allies? I would like to see why they don't let us go? If you are not smart, you should remember when Britain and France declared war on us? Unfortunately, by now There is still no war on the Western Front. Humph, those idiots are still dreaming that we will continue to march eastward and collide with the Soviet Union, fighting to the death, so that they can reap the benefits. When our army marches westward, Britain and France will also have to be trampled under our feet !" After mocking him, he waved his hand and asked the soldiers to escort them both away.

No longer paying attention to the two people who were struggling to be dragged away, Mihai asked with some confusion. "Is Brother Yannick really planning to challenge England and France? As long as he says so, we can help."

"His Royal Highness Mihai, there is no need to worry. You see, this'Eastern Europe's largest military power' is nothing more than that. Our Highness said that it only takes eight weeks to defeat the Gallic Chicken. Your country now only needs to do its best to expand its armaments. Just strengthen the training of soldiers."

In the original time and space, as a slave country of Germany, it was also the slave country that participated in the war with the Soviet Union and sent the most troops. After Barbarossa began, Romania immediately joined the war against the Soviet Union and invested 13 divisions and 9 brigades, organized into the 3rd and 3rd. 4 Two armies with a total strength of 20,000.

But their equipment situation is not that good. At that time, each infantry division in Romania only had 36 anti-tank guns, and they were all light anti-tank guns that could not deal with most Soviet tanks. The division's artillery only had more than 20 75 or 100 mm horse-drawn artillery from the First World War. The cavalry division only has nine 37mm anti-tank guns.

Their First Armored Division only has 122 tanks, of which Czech, Polish, and French light tanks account for the majority, and the German Panzer III tanks only have 21 tanks (this also makes Romania a customer of IWC, making logistical supplies very difficult. .), 9 75mm heavy anti-tank guns, and 81 47mm medium anti-tank guns. It is not difficult to see that this armored division is simply unable to fight against the Soviet T-34.

Relying on such "backward" equipment, he was able to fight Odessa alone, which shows his combat bravery.

Throughout World War II, the performance of the Romanian army was remarkable. Among all German slave states, it was second only to the German army in terms of quantity, quality, and participation in the war. It can be said that it was the leader on the southern front of the Soviet-German battlefield. Second pillar.

Of course, Yannick would not treat such a loyal ally badly, and has been strongly supporting Romania in developing its military industry over the years.

From soldiers' individual equipment to tanks and aircraft, everything was changed to the standard equipment of the German army.

Soldiers except P41, StG45. Among them, the MP41 is the famous British Sten submachine gun. StG45 is a later simplified version of StG44 (MP44). Its production cost is only 45 German marks, which is lower than the 70 German marks of the StG44. The production time and raw materials required were also small, which was suitable for small countries that lacked resources at the time.

After several years of development, a normal squad in the Romanian army is now equipped with one G43, two StG45, and three MP41, and the remaining G3 serves as platoon-level support firepower.

The armored forces are mainly Stalkers, supplemented by Jackal tanks; the aircraft are specialized in the production and training of BF109 and IL-2 attack aircraft.

In addition, Yanik also sent a group of officers to be responsible for the training of Romanian soldiers.

It can be said that Romania's current combat power is second only to the German army.

After loading and unloading all the goods, the Major General of the Guards said goodbye to Mihai and embarked on the return train.

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"Get out of the car, Your Excellency General Rommel?" The German officer sitting in the co-pilot looked at the middle-aged man in the back seat, wearing a Polish general's uniform and looking a little decadent, and said. "You can be happy, your good days are coming soon."

This man was none other than the former commander of the Lodz Army, Julius Rommel. Hearing what the officer said, he couldn't help but snorted coldly. "What good life can a subjugated slave have?"

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you. Time will tell everything anyway." After saying that, the officer got out of the car and opened the back seat door. "Please get out of the car."

Julius Rommel reluctantly got out of the car and looked around. "Where is this?" But he saw many radio antennas erected on the top of the building in front of him, which should be a headquarters somewhere.

The officer smiled. "You'll find out later."

Following the officer into the building and arriving at an office, Julius Rommel finally met the real owner. "It's you?!"

Erwin Rommel!

"Please take a seat." Erwin Rommel waved his hand, and the officer saluted and exited the office. There were only two Rommels left in the room. "Although I really want to talk to you about old times, my troops will be leaving soon, so I will keep the story short. If you are willing to surrender to our Germany, His Highness will let you serve as the leader of the Polish Provisional Government."

Julius Rommel interrupted him angrily. "Let me be your lackey? Absolutely impossible!! That little boy thinks..."

"Bang!" The huge slapping sound scared Julius Rommel, and he stared blankly at Rommel, who had a cold face and a dangerous cold light in his eyes. "Julius Rommel, please control your words! He is the future emperor of Germany and will be the greatest emperor in Europe. I warn you not to call him the rude name of 'boy' again." Otherwise you won’t even be able to leave this office building!”

Julius Rommel couldn't help but shudder. "Okay, okay. I'm rude. I also admit that your crown prince is very good and a rare genius. But none of this changes the fact that you are the invaders."

Rommel corrected. "We are here for justice."

Julius Rommel showed a hint of mockery. "Justice? Forget it, these words can only deceive outsiders. Don't you think you are deceiving yourself and others by telling me these words?"

Rommel shrugged. "Since you said that, how about changing it to the law of the jungle? Is this fact enough?"

Julius Rommel was silent. Yes, the weak eat the strong. This is a natural law and an eternal truth.

Rommel continued. "It's not like you must be the leader of the new Polish regime. His Highness gave me a huge favor before giving you priority. There are many of our prisoners who are eager for this opportunity. They are very happy to express their loyalty to Germany. of."

Julius Rommel seemed to be caught in an inner struggle, Rommel added. "You don't know yet, but your President Moschiecki and Marshal Himigwe have been arrested by us, and the entire government agencies that are preparing to go into exile have been wiped out."

"!!" Julius Rommel was completely stunned, staring at Rommel with his mouth open. After a while, he sighed deeply. "I can agree, but I have two conditions."

Rommel said softly. "His Highness said that you need chips to negotiate terms. I don't see what chips you have to negotiate terms now, but I can listen."

"My request is very simple." Julius Rommel sighed, and unknowingly the "conditions" turned into "requirements." ""The first is to let our soldiers in the prisoner of war camps go. The war is over, and those who survived should not die needlessly. "

Rommel nodded. "Of course, His Highness will never kill innocent people indiscriminately. And the living are always more valuable than the dead, right?"

Julius Rommel was not an idiot and immediately understood the meaning of Rommel's words. That His Highness can guarantee the lives of those soldiers, but the price is to work for Germany. And the work is apparently unpaid.

"The second is that you must ensure the normal development of Poland. You cannot let all 34 million Polish people grow potatoes."

"Of course, no problem." Rommel smiled and extended his hand. "Wish us a happy cooperation, Mr. Leader Julius Rommel!"