Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

boom!

boom!

boom!

The huge explosion drowned out the laughter in the Buckingham Palace banquet hall. One of the topics of the banquet was the arrogance of the Germans, who even wanted to bomb London.

The sudden explosion silenced the banquet hall for a moment, and everyone looked at each other in panic, not knowing what had happened.

"Wha, what's the sound?" George VI was already stuttering. He was frightened by the sudden explosion and stuttered even more. He finally expressed his doubts. "Yes, Germans, bombing?"

Only then did everyone realize what they were talking about just now: the Germans were going to bomb London!

The banquet hall was instantly in chaos. After all, the most valuable target in London was right here. If the Germans dropped a few bombs, wouldn't upper-class people like them be thrown into the trap?

At this time, a group of palace guards rushed into the banquet hall. "Quickly, escort Your Majesty to the basement! Don't panic, everyone, please go to the basement to take shelter."

Churchill, who was frowning in the Prime Minister's Office, was startled by the explosion and hurriedly picked up the phone to call the Air Force Command. "What's this explosion? Is it a German bombing?" I couldn't help but curse in my heart. In the morning, Dowding had sworn that he would never let a German plane fly over London. Is this how he intercepted it? !

The person who answered the phone was the headquarters staff officer. "Your Excellency Prime Minister, our radar did not detect the intruding aircraft."

Churchill took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said sternly. "Can you ensure that the radar is operating normally? It's been so long, why haven't you raised the air defense siren yet?!"

After a while, a shrill air raid siren sounded over London. Countless searchlights shot into the sky, scanning back and forth, trying to find the invading German aircraft.

At this time, several police officers dispatched from the police station near the explosion had arrived at the nearest explosion point. Looking at the huge crater, one of the middle-aged police officers murmured in disbelief. "How is this, how is this possible? What the hell?" He had participated in the last war and had some experience in this. "This seems to be caused by a 150mm artillery shell!"

"Shell attack?!" The people around were shocked. The first thought that flashed through their heads was that the Army had rebelled again?

It can be said that the British Army is an army that grandma does not love and uncles do not love. At least the British royal family does not have a good impression of the army, so much so that it does not even give it a royal title. ——You may have heard a widely circulated saying that the British Army once killed King Charles I and was therefore resented by the royal family.

In fact, this is not simply because the British Army beheaded King Charles I. It has to start with the British constitutional monarchy.

In 1642 AD, a civil war broke out between the Parliament, which represented the new aristocracy and bourgeoisie, and the king, who represented the conservative forces of the old aristocracy, and split into the Parliamentary Army and the King's Army. At that time, the king's various strengths were not as good as the parliament supported by the emerging bourgeoisie. Under the leadership of the upstart Cromwell, after nearly seven years of war, the parliamentary army defeated the royal army in 1649 and brought down the then British King Charles. I was sent to the guillotine and clicked.

From then on, the British royal family hated the British Army so much that after the restoration of the royal family in 1658, they pulled the dead Cromwell out of the grave and flogged his body. In addition, they also carried out actions to restore the king's previous supreme power. However, this action encountered opposition from the British Army's predecessor, the Parliamentary Army, which eventually led to the flight of King James II. Although the United Kingdom finally confirmed its constitutional monarchy, it can be said that the British Army, which is affiliated with the British Parliament, was completely at odds with the British royal family.

Looking at the chaotic city, the two people on the top of Big Ben couldn't help but sneered. "Hey, these idiots will be shocked when they find out that the cannonballs came directly from Calais, right? Maybe His Majesty's stuttering will be cured by being frightened like this."

The transmitter put away the transmitter. "We'd better take shelter in the basement. This shell is not accurate, so don't hit us."

"Indeed, being killed by one's own cannonballs would be called a coward."

The two quickly packed up and hurriedly walked down the Big Ben Tower.

After a busy investigation, Churchill also received accurate information. It was indeed not a German plane bombing, but an artillery bombing. However, he was not too surprised. After all, in the last war, the Germans built the "Paris Cannon" with a maximum range of 130km; and now Calais on the other side of the strait is only 150 kilometers away from London. The Germans created such a Cannons don't seem to be a difficult task.

The news also reached George VI who was hiding in the basement of Buckingham Palace. "Your Majesty, we have found out. It was a German shelling."

"How is it possible? Even the cannons of Paris can't hit this far!" George VI suddenly stopped stuttering and shouted loudly.

The people around were shocked twice. First, the Germans could actually bombard London from across the sea? Second, His Majesty suddenly stopped stuttering?

"It's not clear yet, Your Majesty, but it has been confirmed that the cannonball did fly from the direction of Calais, France."

"Then, if there is an artillery attack, wouldn't the Germans, wouldn't... wouldn't London never have peace?" George VI returned to his stuttering state. Since it was an artillery bombardment, couldn't the Germans keep bombarding them if they wanted to?

In the bedroom next to her, Queen Elizabeth was comforting her two daughters. However, they didn't seem to be frightened. The eldest daughter was flipping through "Elizabeth's Fantasy Journey" in her hand, and the younger daughter Margaret was holding the latest version of "Tom and Jerry" in her hand.

These two books were sent to the two young stallions by Yannick through the Swedish ambassador not long ago, as well as pajamas embroidered with exquisite patterns of cats and mice. Little Princess Margaret loves these two little guys so much that she wears them to bed every day.

After turning a few pages, little Princess Margaret said a little unhappy. "Oh, these are the only pages left. Mom, will brother Yannick still send us books?"

Queen Elizabeth was dumbfounded by her naivety. The capital of the British Empire was bombed. You kid, you still have any thoughts about your comic book?

The eldest daughter Elizabeth on the side suddenly spoke. "Mom, could brother Yannick be forced by someone?"

"Who can force him?" Queen Elizabeth was speechless. Now that Crown Prince Yannick is the most powerful person in Germany, who can force him?

Little Princess Elizabeth said extremely seriously. "His Majesty William II?"

Queen Elizabeth shook her head. "But he has already gone to the Ming Dynasty and has not been involved in political affairs for many years. Crown Prince Yannick has the final say in Germany now."

Little Princess Elizabeth is very persistent. "But maybe this is just an illusion. William II didn't give up the throne. Maybe he was behind the scenes."

Queen Elizabeth sighed softly and touched her head. "No matter who is pulling the strings, we will win this time too."

"..."

That night, London was extremely depressed. It was hit by a full 200 shells without even seeing the shadow of the enemy. The sirens of fire trucks and ambulances were everywhere.

Although these 200 rounds of artillery shells were like a few mosquitoes on an elephant compared to the huge London, they did not cause any substantial damage. But the shock was still quite big. The next day, the underground air-raid shelters in London were already overcrowded and overcrowded.