Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

December 25th.

Although the Chinese Spring Festival and the Western Christmas are two festivals originating from different cultural backgrounds, they have many similarities. Christmas is also called the "Spring Festival" in the West, which shows its importance in the minds of Westerners.

The warm-up period for Christmas in Germany starts on St. Martin's Day on November 11, 6 weeks before Christmas.

Saint Martin was a Roman soldier who became a monk after his baptism. It is said that he was friendly and lived a simple life. The most famous legend is that he once encountered a blizzard on the way and saw a beggar who was dying. He did not hesitate to tear his coat into two pieces to save the beggar who was about to die of hunger and cold. That night, he dreamed of Christ wearing the half of the coat he had given to the beggar.

In addition, St. Martin is said to have established the first Christian monastery in Europe in the fourth century AD. Fewer and fewer people in later generations understand this period of history. But the custom of the St. Martin's Day parade remains today: children carry homemade lanterns through the streets and sing songs related to St. Martin.

And this year’s Christmas is even more special for the German people. Under the wise leadership of His Highness, the German army swept away the humiliation of twenty years ago and conquered the all-powerful Poland in less than 20 days. Then it defeated its old rival France in just over three months. A decisive victory was achieved in Western Europe.

Even the former world hegemon, the British Empire, was trembling under the muzzle of German artillery. London, the capital, was bombed day and night but was helpless.

So this Christmas the whole of Germany was immersed in the joy of victory.

Last night, Yannick published a short holiday congratulations on the radio, and then announced that an additional one-day food shopping voucher would be issued to people across the country, and all entertainment venues across the country would be open for free.

Most of the army was on holiday, and truck after truck full of soldiers drove through the streets, filled with soldiers of the Praetorian Guard or the Wehrmacht in handsome uniforms. People on the street waved and saluted the soldiers.

Of course, it is not possible for all soldiers to be given leave, and those who do not receive leave will also receive corresponding subsidies.

"Next!" In a military camp, a row of tables was placed in front of the munitions warehouse, and there was a long queue in front of each table.

"Reporting, Private Hans, Private Number 676874."

The quartermaster sitting behind the desk checked his identity tag and took out daily necessities from the box on his right. Three packs of cigarettes, a box of chocolates, a box of chewing gum, and a "Playboy" magazine were placed on the table, and then he pointed to the boxes piled on the left and asked. "What kind of jerky do you want?"

Hans, who was staring at the sexy girl on the cover of Playboy magazine and almost drooled, glanced at the labels with "lemming meat", "rabbit meat", "pigeon meat", "bamboo rat meat" and "carp meat" Waiting for the labeled box, he replied. "Pigeon meat, sir."

"Playboy" magazine, Americans say it can relieve soldiers' boredom and boost military morale to a certain extent, which seems to make sense. Once this magazine was released, it became one of the most popular items in the army. Some stubborn old fogies may find these coquettish cover girls offensive, but this magazine was issued by His Highness. Who would dare to ban it?

In the distance, officers have their own dedicated tent for collecting daily consumables, and some lieutenants and non-commissioned officers collect their own things there.

Non-commissioned officers have six packs of cigarettes, and lieutenants can even have so many cigarettes that they can distribute them to their subordinates to win over them. Everyone was talking and laughing, and the entire barracks was immersed in a happy atmosphere.

Hans, who was happily returning to the dormitory with a bunch of things in his arms, met Jack, who was in the same dormitory, on the way.

"Hey, Jack!"

"Hi, Hans! Did you hear? There is a girl group coming to perform this afternoon."

Hans's eyes lit up. "That's great news. I wonder if there is a girl group from last time."

Various European countries have the tradition of military bands, because the earliest appearance of military music and military songs had practical significance for combat. In the era of volleys, they could be used to control the rhythm of the team's advance. Later, in the skirmish line, they could boost morale. use.

However, this was the first time that Yannick imitated the kind of beautiful girl group military performance performed by later generations in Japan and South Korea. The entire army was shocked that they could do such a thing.

Jack chuckled. "Why, do you like someone? They don't look down on a big-shot soldier like you. You must at least get an Iron Cross before someone will even look at you."

Hans said unconvinced. "Tch, just wait. Sooner or later I have to get the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves."

In addition to the German mainland, the other occupied areas also distributed a lot of materials to the people in the occupied areas.

Yannick disguised himself and left the palace, accompanied by Reinhard, to an ordinary residential area.

The car stopped in front of an ordinary small bungalow, and Reinhard said respectfully. "Your Highness, this is it."

Yannick looked at the surrounding environment and asked casually. "How's the security going?"

"Please rest assured, Your Highness, there are three groups of agents around, and there are also manpower in her school."

"Very good." Yannick nodded with satisfaction, got out of the car, walked to the door, and pressed the doorbell.

After a while, I heard the sound of footsteps coming from inside.

It was little Hepburn who opened the door. Seeing Yannick standing at the door, he was slightly startled, and then said in surprise. "Big brother!"

Yannick stroked her head lovingly. "How are you doing? Are you still used to it?"

"Well! Big brother, come in quickly."

Yannick was pulled into the house by her; the house was not big, only a bed, a cabinet, a table and a chair. The firewood was burning vigorously in the fireplace in the corner next to it, and the smell of rosin filled the room.

"Brother, drink tea." Little Hepburn poured him a cup of tea very sensibly.

"Thank you." Yannick took the tea cup and took a sip, secretly thinking that the taste was much worse than the tea in the palace. Putting the tea cup on the table, he took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from the bag and handed it to little Hepburn. "Merry Christmas."

Little Hepburn hesitated for a while, then carefully removed the gift box and said softly. "Thank you, big brother."

Yannick smiled. "Take it apart and take a look."

Little Hepburn carefully opened the gift box. When he saw what was inside, he covered his mouth with his small hands in surprise and let out an exclamation. "Wow!"

"Do you like it?" Inside is a beautiful set of Barbie dolls.

"I like it!" Little Hepburn nodded vigorously, hurriedly picked up the doll, held it in her arms and couldn't put it down. "Thank you, big brother!" As soon as he said thank you, little Hepburn's little face showed a little doubt. "Brother, why are you still wearing a fake beard? And you didn't even tell me your name."

"Well." Yannick touched the fake beard and shrugged. "Because my brother is a big shot and I don't want to be recognized. As for the name, I will tell you later."