Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

"Is this happening?" After reading the telegram, Yannick was a little confused and undecided.

After all, nothing like this happened in the history of the original time and space, and there was nothing he could learn from it.

Yannick asked his secretary to get a map of England and look for this small town called Boumare. Scotland's terrain is mostly mountains, lakes and islands. It has three natural areas: the northern highlands, the central lowlands and the southern hills. And this Boumare is located in the mountainous southern part of Scotland.

"Surrounded by mountains on three sides, it's easy to defend but difficult to attack. The terrain is pretty good." After figuring it out for a while, Yannick found Kesselring, Richthofen, and Stuart. "Everyone, what do you think about this? Can we send paratroopers there to hold it? For example, for two months?"

The three of them read the telegram and carefully studied the terrain around Bumare on the map. After some discussion, Stuart spoke. "Your Highness, we believe the success rate should be above 60%."

Kesselring added. "First, we need to send out a bomber formation to paralyze the traffic arteries around Boumare, and then lay a large number of mines to hinder the movement of the British army. Send engineers to build an airstrip in Boumare. Once the runway is completed and aircraft can take off and land, the success rate will be It will be greatly improved." The requirements for the propeller aircraft fleet airport during World War II were not too high. Flat and solid ground could allow aircraft to take off and land. As long as the equipment is in place, engineers can build a simple runway in less than a day.

"60%?" Yannick looked out the window. The heavy snow stopped after two days, and the sun even came out warmly. "60% is already very high."

Everyone continued to discuss, and Yannick finally made the decision. "Go do it!"

"yes!"

In a paratrooper training base, an emergency assembly siren sounded.

The paratroopers who were playing cards, chatting, sleeping and reading in the military camp couldn't help but be stunned. "I'll go! Didn't you say you have a day off today? What's the fuss about?!"

Although they were full of complaints, they gathered at the playground as quickly as possible, and soon the serious voice of the base commander rang out from the loudspeaker. "Guys, this is not a drill. In an hour you will be taking off for the British mainland!"

"Ha!" There was an uproar in the playground. "Didn't you say that the landing campaign was launched at the end of February? Is this too early?!" And it was a full two months early. This was too sudden.

Just listen to the commander on the loudspeaker continue. "Officers above the class will go to the combat conference room, and the rest will disperse where they are. One hour to prepare."

Fred was the squad leader and came to the war conference room with the others. The normally full combat conference room was two-thirds empty today, and two-thirds of the room was due to people leaving the base for Christmas vacation.

"What exactly happened, do you think we were suddenly going to launch an airborne landing?"

"Who knows? Maybe the higher-ups wanted to catch him off guard."

"We are not going to be parachuted into London to capture Churchill, right?"

"Haha, it's possible."

Just when everyone was whispering and talking, the base commander Bach walked in. "I'm sorry, your Christmas has been ruined. This operation is a bit abrupt, and I have just received the order. You are to parachute to Boumare, Scotland." As he spoke, he turned around and drew a circle somewhere on the map of England behind him. "This is a training base for new recruits of the British Army. Just in the morning, a rebellion broke out at this training base. The recruits in the base killed all the instructors and military police and occupied Boumare."

"Oh, there is such a thing!" Everyone was surprised and suddenly realized. "So we're going to 'support' them?"

Bach nodded. "Yes, this is the decision from above. This operation will not be easy. If you airborne Bumare, it will attract a large number of British troops to encircle and suppress it. However, it is surrounded by mountains on three sides and is easy to defend and difficult to attack. With the support of the aviation force, there is still a chance There is a great chance of supporting the landing of the army until the end of February. Of course, the British mainland itself may collapse before then. This training base is a good example. Do you have any questions?"

Everyone shouted loudly in unison. "No sir!"

"The meeting is over, go get ready! I wish you a triumphant return!!"

Fred returned to the dormitory and everyone gathered around him. "Squad leader, what's going on?"

Fred repeated Bach's words. "That's it. Have you finished writing all the letters to your family? This letter may become a suicide note." Although it sounds unlucky, this is the fact. No one can guarantee foolproofness on the battlefield. Accidental deaths will occur during normal training, let alone airborne operations into the enemy's hinterland.

Everyone finished writing the letter in silence, put on combat uniforms and cold-proof jackets, and went to the military supply office to collect weapons and equipment.

After getting the weapons, these recruits got rid of the "suicide note" atmosphere just now and started talking and laughing.

"Everyone, check your weapons! This is not a drill. If something goes wrong, your lives will be lost!" Fred frowned and looked at the soldiers who were just dancing around, and couldn't help but interrupt them. . "Especially the parachute. We have only used this new type of parachute twice, so we must not be careless! Falling from an altitude of several thousand meters is not a good experience."

After scolding him, he opened the leg bag he received and picked up the FAL semi-automatic rifle that was well maintained and smelled of lubricant. He clicked the bolt a few times and pulled the trigger to confirm that nothing would happen. question.

In addition, the leg bag also contains grenades, multifunctional engineer shovel, telescope, windproof goggles, compass, gas mask, waterproof matches, smoke bombs, map, kettle, lighter, dry food bag, ammunition bag, medical bag and other equipment.

After counting them one by one to make sure nothing was missing, he picked up the paratrooper's scabbard and tied it to his calf, and hung the "Scorpion" submachine gun on his body.

An hour later, all the paratroopers gathered on the lawn beside the runway with their weapons and equipment, waiting for takeoff. Because they were carrying so many things, many people were half-lying on the ground.

After a while, a JU52 transport plane entered the runway. The German army originally planned to use the Ju52 as a transitional aircraft, but now that the new transport aircraft has just entered the mass production stage, it can only continue to make do with it.

Fred shouted to his men. "Everyone, get up and start boarding! Confirm the number of people! Line up and move forward!" He said and reached out to pull up a soldier who was struggling to get up, and then helped one by one. After everyone stood up, they slowly walked towards JU52 Transport aircraft ramp.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! The time to take off is coming soon!" The officers beside the runway repeated the order again and again, urging the paratroopers to get on the plane.

Stepping on the simple ladder on the plane, Fred's paratroopers climbed up Juncker's mother's not-wide hatch one by one.