Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Goebbels, who was following Yannick, was so impressed that he fell to the ground.

These sailors now look extremely slovenly and exude a strong sour smell; if it were anyone else, they would avoid them. But His Highness shook hands with every sailor and talked cordially, without showing the slightest sign of disdain.

Seeing those sailors being flattered and with tears in their eyes, Goebbels admired from the bottom of his heart His Highness's method of boosting morale, which he mastered so well.

He quickly made a draft in his mind, planning to write an article as soon as he returned home, vigorously promoting how His Highness loved the soldiers as a son and how to mingle with the grassroots soldiers.

The fifth person to walk onto the dock was Gottprien, the captain of U-47. To be honest, if he hadn't been wearing a leather jacket specially designed for submarine commanders, Yannick wouldn't have been able to recognize that the bearded savage in front of him was a young and promising young man who was only 31 years old. "Captain Prien, welcome back safely! You are the great contributors to the empire! On behalf of the empire, I thank you for your heroic performance!!"

Prien also looked excited, but showed a guilty look. "Sorry, Your Highness. We could have done better. We obviously installed 12 bomb heads, but for some reason only nine exploded."

Yannick smiled disapprovingly. "You don't have to blame yourself, Captain Prien. This has completely exceeded my expectations, and it couldn't be better. Let's go, I'll put on the best banquet in the palace to welcome you!"

After shaking hands and greeting the remaining sailors one by one, Yannick looked at Goebbels behind him after completing a perfect "show". "Dr. Goebbels, then they will be left to you."

"Please rest assured, Your Highness." Goebbels bowed gracefully and looked at the crew of U-47. "Everyone, you must follow my arrangements from now on. The first step is that hot water and clean clothes have been prepared over there. You go and wash them first."

Just as Yanik was about to get into the car, Air Force Commander-in-Chief Kesselin and Army Aviation Commander-in-Chief Richthofen came to report. "Your Highness, the British and French coalition forces sent a large number of aviation forces to prevent our army from crossing the Meuse River. However, the enemy's fighter jet group has been intercepted by our fighter jets, and the bomber group has also been wiped out."

"Good job." Yannick nodded. "They won't just send the air force, right?"

Richthofen immediately said respectfully. "Your Highness, I have dispatched a large number of reconnaissance planes. Once the enemy is discovered, bombers will be dispatched to intercept them immediately."

In this case, Yannick had nothing to say, nodded again, and got into the car. Annie in the car immediately covered her nose. "Wow, Your Highness, you smell so..."

Yannick couldn't help but smile bitterly. "It seems that I have to take a shower before going back. It's really difficult for these submarine soldiers." Unfortunately, even if he wanted to improve the conditions of these submarine soldiers, he was powerless. Not to mention the current small submarines of less than a thousand tons like the U-47, fresh water is a scarce resource even for submarines of several thousand tons in future generations.

Unless a super nuclear submarine like the Typhoon class can have a swimming pool inside, it can supply enough fresh water. At this stage, we can only rely on the submariners to endure and overcome it.

The group of people returned to Berlin first, and the U-47 crew members took a comfortable bath under Goebbels's arrangement, shaved the beards they had grown in the past few days, and cleaned themselves up thoroughly before putting on their clothes. After preparing the new military uniforms, we went to the airport to take a special plane to Berlin.

When the plane landed at Berlin Airport, ten luxury convertibles were already waiting at the airport. Goebbels carefully arranged seats for everyone in the U-47 crew. Seeing him busy back and forth, Prien was very puzzled. "Mr. Minister, what are you doing?" Isn't it just a ride? Is it necessary to be so complicated?

Goebbels smiled. "Captain Pullien, you may not know that in addition to military wars with real swords and guns on the battlefield, wars also have many battlefields such as public opinion wars, economic wars, diplomatic wars, cultural wars, etc. And we are responsible for It’s a public opinion war and a cultural war. Failure on any battlefield may have disastrous consequences, so we must do our best.”

"..." Pulian nodded as if he understood.

When the convoy entered the main road in the city, the road had been closed, and they were the only convoy on the entire road. There were dense crowds on both sides of the road. When they saw the motorcade approaching, they gave out earth-shattering cheers.

"Mr. Minister, was this also arranged by you?" Pullien asked Goebbels, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

Goebbels shook his head. "Of course not, these people came to welcome them spontaneously." He asked the driver to slow down. "Captain Pullien, everyone is so enthusiastic, don't you have to show it too?"

"Then what should I do?" This was the first time he encountered this kind of treatment, and he was a little at a loss.

"It's very simple, you just need to stand up and wave."

After hearing this, Pullien stood up and waved to the crowd. The crowd cheered even more enthusiastically, and the chants of "U-47" resounded in the sky.

Even Yannick, who had just come out of the bath in the palace, heard cheers coming from the distance. "It seems that everyone's morale is high." This is a good sign. After all, war is a contest at the overall level of the country. If it causes complaints and complaints among the people, then failure is not far away.

Putting on a new dress, he came to the banquet hall.

"Stand at attention! Your Highness is here!" A rough shout came from outside the door. The noisy banquet hall fell silent instantly. Everyone immediately stopped talking, raised their chins high, straightened their spines, raised their right hands high, and shouted while performing the German salute. "Long Live Germany!"

Yannick gently raised his forearm to signal everyone to complete the ceremony. Everyone removed the courtesy and lowered their arms in unison.

"Everyone! You don't need to be so formal today!" He walked to the U-47 submariner in the center of the room. "You are the protagonists of today. Eat freely, drink freely and have fun! But before that, let's start today's award ceremony!"

General Dönitz behind Yannick waved his hand to the side, and a major carrying a tray solemnly walked behind Yannick.

"Captain Pullien, I will now award you the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves and Two Swords, and I will make an exception and promote you to lieutenant colonel."

The surrounding spotlights crackled like cannons. More than a dozen journalists recorded this historical moment from various angles. You must know that the German army has not even awarded the Knight's Cross of Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, but Pullien has received the Knight's Cross of Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves and Double Swords, and it was awarded by His Highness himself. His merits are self-evident.

"Bang!" Pullien stood at attention and raised his chest, the heels of his leather boots collided with each other and made a crisp sound. He raised his right hand high and gave a standard German salute. "I will do my best to fight for the glory of the empire!"