Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

"What a bad luck! Damn it! Just one more!"

Daniel spat bitterly after climbing out of the cabin and deploying his parachute.

Just one, just one record short of him being able to squeeze into the ranks of aces and have that enviable bloody eagle painted on the fuselage. But at this time, his plane was hit, and he had no choice but to abandon the plane and parachute.

Although the British Air Force took off for Plymouth after dawn, they were the first to arrive.

The Germans built a huge air base after driving away the British troops on Guernsey. It only took 15 minutes for fighter jets taking off from here to fly over Plymouth, and then an unprecedented air battle broke out over Plymouth.

What was even more unlucky was that while he was still floating in the air, he saw four or five British soldiers with loaded guns waiting for him on the ground.

It seemed that he was destined to be the prisoner.

Touching the holster of the self-defense pistol strapped to his thigh, Daniel finally sighed and gave up the idea of ​​resistance.

Looking at the fiercely approaching British soldiers, he calmly took out a piece of white silk from his arms and shook it. Pilots are very precious to any country. Yannick personally issued an order that allowed them to surrender to the enemy if they were unable to resist, and they would not be punished if they returned to Germany in the future.

Several British soldiers plundered Daniel's valuables and trapped him tightly. They were discussing taking him back to the headquarters to receive the reward when the rumble of a car engine came from behind them.

Two full truckloads of gendarmes drove toward them behind a military sedan.

Several British soldiers looked at each other, wondering what was going on. When the military car stopped next to them, a military police major wearing sunglasses got out of the passenger seat.

The military police major frowned and looked at the frustrated German paratroopers and the five British soldiers who looked curious, and asked the corporal among them. "Corporal, what's going on?"

The corporal quickly saluted and replied. "Sir, we just captured a German pilot."

"..." After a few seconds of silence, the major suddenly became furious and reprimanded loudly. "German pilots?! Don't you know that a large number of German paratroopers have landed in the rear?! Do you still have the intention to catch paratroopers here?! Why don't you go clear out those paratroopers, but instead catch pilots here? Because you are greedy and afraid. die?!"

After being scolded, the corporal looked innocent and stammered an explanation. "Sir, we are also acting on the commander's orders."

The major snorted coldly, still dissatisfied. "We are here to deliver the Prime Minister's order. Leave the paratroopers to us, and you will take me to find your commander. Leave one squad behind and continue to search for German pilots around."

"Yes!" A class of military police jumped out of the truck at the back.

Cursing secretly in their hearts that the credit they had gained was taken away by these officials, and several British soldiers reluctantly handed Daniel over to these military police. The major pointed at the corporal again and ordered. "You sit with me and show me the way, and everyone else gets in the car behind."

"yes!"

Whoosh!

After several cars had gone away, one of the military policemen pulled out a gleaming dagger, startling Daniel. "Hey, you don't want to kill the prisoners, do you?"

Looking at Daniel, whose face turned pale with fright, several gendarmes couldn't help laughing. The gendarme holding a dagger cut the rope around Daniel's body and patted him on the shoulder. "Lucky for you, we are from the special forces."

Several military policemen nearby joked. "Haha, look how scared you are. Are you going to pee from fear?"

Daniel wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. For just a moment, he really thought he would be secretly executed by these "gendarmes", and he almost peed in fear. "What do we do now?"

"Continue to search for the parachuting pilot. You don't have to follow him. Find a place to hide. Our large force will be here soon."

Daniel shook his head. "I'd better look for it with you."

"Then give him some clothes."

A military policeman took out a military police uniform from his backpack and handed it to Daniel. Daniel asked as he took off his pilot suit. "Where did those people go just now?"

"They were going straight to the British headquarters."

Just as Daniel changed into his military police uniform and joined the paratroopers in searching for other pilots who had parachuted, the military police major was already standing in the office of Viscount Auston, commander of the Plymouth garrison, and was arrogantly launching an attack on the enemy. "Your Excellency, Viscount Alston, am I surprised that you don't know that the German paratroopers have landed in the rear?!"

Although the garrison commander, Viscount Auston, was dissatisfied with the major's arrogant attitude of looking at people through his nose, what the major held in his hand was an autographed letter from Prime Minister Churchill, which was equivalent to Prime Minister Churchill's special envoy. "Know."

The phone couldn't get through. The phone line must have been cut somewhere, and the radio was jammed by the Germans, making it impossible to contact them. We can only send liaison troops, but we have sent out several waves but there is no news.

Seeing that the Commander dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, the Major's attitude became even more arrogant, and he almost slapped the table and pointed at Viscount Allston's nose and cursed him. "Then why didn't you send people to destroy them? Instead, you sent people to capture the German pilots in your leisure time. Because of those German paratroopers, we had to wait a long time before we got here. This was what we should have conveyed last night The order has been postponed until now. Can’t you, the dignified commander of the garrison, even understand such priorities? Huh?!”

Viscount Ouston frowned, straightened his back, and avoided the major's spitting foam, feeling out of breath. "Major, it's useless to talk about this now. The Germans may attack at any time. You should just talk about your mission here."

Perhaps because he was satisfied with the scolding, the major finally took out a few documents from his briefcase. "The first thing is that the Prime Minister received a secret report that some high-ranking officials in the Plymouth garrison secretly resold military supplies for personal gain. Now there is a serious shortage of weapons and ammunition in the Plymouth arsenal, and the garrison cannot hold on until additional personnel arrive."

Viscount Oston was shocked. "How is it possible? It's not possible!!" If this charge is taken away, it will be a serious crime of dereliction of duty and he will have to go to a military court.

The major threw the papers in his hand onto his desk, his tone unquestionable. "It's not up to you to decide whether there are any. We need to carefully inventory every arsenal. Now!! Immediately!!"

Looking at the bright red seal of His Excellency Churchill printed on the document, Viscount Oston could only ask his adjutant to lead the major's men to inspect the arsenals everywhere.

The major continued to deliver orders. "The second order. Convene a meeting of all cadres above the company level and issue an order document personally signed by Prime Minister Churchill."

After hearing such a strange order, Viscount Oston couldn't help but asked in confusion. "Why?" The German landing battle will start at any time. At this time, all the grassroots commanders on the front line are summoned. Once the Germans launch an attack, it will be a disaster.

The major's face was extremely serious. "Why? Because the Prime Minister also received a secret report that someone here is colluding with the Germans and wants to cooperate inside and outside. We want to find out these scum of the empire!"

Viscount Oston took out his handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. This one was more serious than the other. "Then you give me a list of traitors and I will shoot them directly."

"There is no clear list yet, but His Excellency the Prime Minister gave us a good way to identify traitors. Your Excellency, Commander, just call everyone together. The sooner the better, we must stabilize the morale of the military before the Germans do."

Viscount Oston had completely lost his temper and quickly nodded in response. "Okay, I'll give the order right away."