Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Berlin Palace.

The lights in a banquet hall were bright, seeming to shine brighter than during the day.

The people gathered here tonight are all generals, and the lowest rank is also a major general. And all the twenty-eight marshals were present.

From the outbreak of World War II in September 1939 to the end in May 1945, Germany promoted 25 marshals in more than five years, including 18 field marshals, 5 air marshals, and 2 navy marshals. The year with the highest concentration of marshals was in 1940, when as many as 13 marshals were promoted to the rank of marshals, more than half of the total number of marshals awarded during the entire war.

Today, there are as many as twenty-eight German marshals. After the Soviet Union is captured, this number will definitely exceed thirty.

Although it seems a bit much, Yannick had said before that after the war, the ten best marshals would be selected and crowned as imperial marshals.

"A soldier who doesn't want to be a marshal is not a good soldier", and "a marshal who doesn't want to be an 'imperial marshal' is not a good marshal."

But most people who can climb to this position are self-aware. Although His Highness Yannick has not yet revealed the candidates for these ten "Empire Marshals", it seems that these candidates have been decided for a long time.

Everyone speculates that among the ten spots, the Army will occupy four, and the Navy and Air Force will occupy three each. After all, the Army is Germany's oldest military branch (the history of the German Army can be traced back to before the unification of Germany. The first independent combat unit to appear was the Royal Prussian Army. After the unification of Germany in 1871, the Army was renamed the Imperial German Army). And no matter which country it is in, the army has always been called the "big brother" and has given birth to combat forces such as the navy and air force. For centuries, a victory on land means victory in war, and a strong land force means a strong military.

In addition, the German Army shone brilliantly in this war, and everyone was convinced that it had one more spot; the Navy and Air Force performed equally well, and naturally deserved three more spots.

The number of "imperial marshals" in the navy should be the commander-in-chief of the navy, the commander-in-chief of the naval aviation force, and the commander-in-chief of the submarine fleet.

In the case of the Air Force, it should be the Commander-in-Chief of the Air Force, the Commander-in-Chief of the Airborne Forces, and the Commander-in-Chief of Strategic Bombing.

As for the Army, Field Marshal Rundstedt will definitely have a spot. The Commander-in-Chief of the Armored Forces occupies one position, and the Commander-in-Chief of Army Aviation occupies one position. It is hard to say who will get the last spot. Commander-in-Chief of Artillery, Commander-in-Chief of Special Forces, Commander-in-Chief of Engineering Corps, and even Commander-in-Chief of Logistics are all possible.

Therefore, many people do not expect to join the ranks of imperial marshals. They are quite satisfied with obtaining the rank of marshal.

And the most important thing is that the empire they have fought for all their lives finally stands on top of the world in their lifetime. There is nothing more gratifying than this.

At this time, Yannick was chatting with several marshals with a glass of champagne.

"Marshal Rundstedt, is there anything else missing on the front line?"

Marshal Rundstedt replied with a glowing face. "Nothing is lacking, Your Highness. As long as you give an order, even if it is tomorrow, our troops can immediately launch a general attack."

Yannick smiled, the more of all kinds of good things, the better. Today, Germany alone sends as many as 50 FW-190 fighter jets and BF-109 fighter jets to the front line per day. Together with the production of other European countries, the replenishment rate of front-line fighter jets exceeds 100 fighter jets per day. The replenishment rate of Jackal tanks and Panther tanks reaches 50 vehicles/day, and the number of various self-propelled artillery is several times higher.

"If Stalin heard these figures, he would tremble with fear."

Just as everyone burst into laughter, in the distant Moscow basement, Stalin was convening a meeting with senior military officials. "I'm going to hold a parade in Red Square."

This was not a whim. This idea had been brewing in his mind since the Germans held a military parade. It was just that they were afraid of the Germans' non-stop bombing day and night, so they were unable to take action. These days coincided with Christmas in Europe, and the German bombings had stopped. Stalin planned to take this opportunity to hold a military parade in the Red Sausage to boost the morale of Moscow's military and civilians.

"..." Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, wondering why Comrade Stalin suddenly thought of holding a military parade.

After a while, Zhukov cautiously persuaded. "Comrade Stalin, if German bombers come to cause trouble..." Their new fighter jets still cannot intercept the German high-altitude bombers. If the military parade is held at this time, if the Germans cause trouble, it will have a worse impact on the morale of the army. .

Starlin waved his hand disapprovingly. "Isn't it Christmas for Europeans in two days? We will hold a military parade on their Christmas day! Victory ultimately belongs to the great Soviet people!"

Seeing that Stalin insisted on this, the others could only nod in agreement.

After the meeting, everyone left the conference room one after another. Molotov and Malenkov came to the smoking area in the corner. After looking around, Molotov whispered after making sure there was no one else. "Comrade Malenkov, have you asked someone to find out about Comrade Stalin's condition?" What kind of military parade is going to be held at this time? Aren't you afraid that all the military parade troops will be blown up by the Germans? He will spread the news later.

Malenkov smiled bitterly. "Comrade Molotov, I really can't muster the courage." He actually thought about finding experts in mental illness to diagnose and treat Comrade Stalin, but for the sake of his own life, he finally gave up. "How about you go and talk about it?"

Molotov secretly thought that he had not lived enough. "Forget it, I hope Comrade Stalin can recover as soon as possible."

Molotov asked casually as he lit another cigarette. "Comrade Malenkov, have you never thought about leaving here?" The friendship between the two has become stronger and stronger these days, and there is no need to avoid this kind of question.

"Leave?" Malenkov smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Comrade Molotov, you don't know what happened two days ago, do you?

One of Comrade Stalin's personal guards asked for instructions to send his family to a safer rear. This guard has followed Comrade Stalin for many years and is a loyal and good comrade. He just wanted to keep his family away from the war.

As a result, Comrade Stalin became furious and reprimanded the guard severely, saying that as long as he lived, no one would be allowed to leave Moscow or become a deserter! Everyone must stay in this city and fight for our motherland until the end. "Malenkov threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and sighed. "The poor guard was obviously very frightened. I heard that he took his whole family to commit suicide after he returned. "

Molotov raised his eyebrows slightly, is there such a thing? "Comrade Stalin is convinced that he can hold back the enemy in Moscow and defeat them. It seems that he has fallen into some kind of self-hypnosis?"

"Yes." Malenkov shrugged helplessly. "How dare I ask to leave Moscow at this time."

At this time, footsteps were heard not far away. The two of them pinched off the cigarette butts in their hands and turned to leave. (Only one chapter today)