Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Colombian Command.

A staff officer reported in a panic to Commander Williams, who was smoking a cigarette. "Commander, a reinforcement force encountered a German ambush and suffered heavy casualties!"

"What?!" Commander Williams stood up quickly and walked quickly to the sand table. "Where did the Germans ambush? Which unit is our army?" The previous small-scale teams disappeared without a trace, but this time there is news? !

"The 38th Infantry Regiment and the 37th Armored Regiment of the 131st Division, but the Armored Regiment is not fully established, not even two battalions. This unit has just encountered a German ambush, and the 37th Armored Regiment was completely wiped out. The 38th Infantry Regiment Only two battalions escaped from there."

Upon hearing that an armored regiment (which was not fully established) and an infantry battalion had been lost all at once, Commander Williams broke out in a cold sweat. "Damn, how many troops does this have to be?!"

The staff officer reporting was not sure. "They couldn't tell clearly. They said it might exceed the strength of a division."

"Ridiculous!" Commander Williams slammed his fist on the edge of the sand table. If the German army could deploy more than one division of troops to ambush at an intersection, how many troops did they land? ! And if there is really a division of troops, they will be stationed on the road? It would be nice to just rush over here.

"These guys must be scared out of their wits and talking nonsense." But it's not that he can't understand, because he also participated in the last world war. The first time I went to the battlefield, I was almost scared to death.

The few elites in the United States were sent to the Soviet Union, and now all the remaining elites are these recruits.

Why are recruits called recruits? Because they have no battlefield experience, they are easily affected by the battlefield atmosphere and develop negative battlefield psychology such as fear, tension, excitement, irritability, and uneasiness.

"Damn Stalin!" Thinking of the expeditionary force, Commander Williams thought of his young son who was brutally murdered by those damn Soviets. Unfortunately, no matter how much he cursed, it was useless. The German army had already trapped all the Moscow garrison underground, and the top brass, including Stalin, could not escape. If he wants revenge, he has to run to Moscow, search through the entire Moscow underground fortifications, and find Stalin's body.

Commander Williams took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and focused on the battle situation in front of him. He felt that the ambush must have been the vanguard of the Germans, consisting of only one or two companies. "Then they don't know whether the other side is using tanks or anti-tank weapons?" Although our own tanks are also welded with grille armor, they can resist the Germans' iron fists and tank killers and other armor-breaking weapons with relatively small kinetic energy. bullets, but it cannot protect against armor-piercing projectiles and other artillery shells with powerful kinetic energy.

The staff officer couldn't help but smile bitterly. "They said it was a tank, but they are not 100% sure. But it might be a real tank. After all, the German hovercraft can indeed transport their tanks."

"Where is our T-28 heavy destroyer?" Commander Williams thought of his trump card, the big guy with 305 mm thick armor.

The staff officer looked a little embarrassed. "There were two T-28 heavy destroyers among the troops that were attacked. The report said that the two T-28s were destroyed first!"

"What!" Commander Williams opened his mouth wide in shock, not even noticing that the cigarette in his mouth fell. "Is it the German 105mm tank Tiger tank?" Otherwise, what can penetrate the frontal armor of the T-28?

The staff officer shook his head. "Probably not. I heard that both T-28s were penetrated through the side armor. The German 75mm tank gun or anti-tank gun should also be able to do it at close range."

"Damn it!" Commander Williams suddenly became furious. "Since it can be penetrated at close range, what do the other tanks and infantry do for food?! They didn't even notice the ambush Germans?! Are they all deaf or blind?!"

The staff officer was so frightened by his roar that he shrank his neck and explained in a low voice. "Maybe it was too dark to see clearly, and they were worried about encountering the Germans, so they let the two T-28s go ahead. As a result, the first one was destroyed."

Commander Williams was still angry and snorted coldly. "It was too dark to see clearly? Then how did the Germans see clearly? The Germans are so powerful in night combat? They also destroyed two T-28 heavy fighter vehicles at once with such accuracy." It seems that the Germans also know The T-28 heavy fighter was the biggest threat, so it was the first to destroy these two fighters, and specifically avoided the thick frontal armor and chose relatively weak side armor. "Damn it, does that mean the Germans know everything about the armor performance of our tanks?"

The staff officer said helplessly. "Commander, don't forget the intelligence capabilities of the Germans. It is probably extremely simple for them to obtain these performance data."

"Those useless trash have actually caught a few spies so far." After cursing those useless intelligence departments, Commander Williams' face became melancholy again. "What should we do now?" We finally waited until night, but it turned out that the Germans' night fighting ability was so impressive that it seemed to be no less effective than day fighting, so how could they add reinforcements.

The staff officer suggested, "Let's ask Washington for instructions." Now this situation can only be reported to Washington.

"Go and hope they can come up with some clever plan." Commander Williams waved his hand tiredly and slumped down on his chair.

Everyone in the Washington Command Operations Room was puffing away with a sad face. Thick smoke filled every corner of the conference room, like a thin cloud.

"Does that mean the German armored forces have landed?" Vice President Truman's voice became hoarse after smoking too many cigarettes recently. Seeing General MacArthur nod silently, he asked again. "Is that the only way to the defense line?"

"Mr. Vice President, almost every road leading to the defense line is blocked by the Germans." During the day, they were timid and did not dare to advance quickly because they did not have air superiority. They did not expect that they would be ambushed by the opponent at night, and they suffered heavy losses. "The Germans are probably stepping up the construction of their docks at this time." Tomorrow morning at the latest, a steady stream of European coalition forces will land. "That means we can no longer stop the Germans from landing."

Maybe when these European coalition forces are ready, they will go straight to Washington. Maybe they will even open a new landing site on the coast of Washington.

Thinking of this, everyone present looked quite ugly. Vice President Truman coughed slightly. "Guys, maybe we have to move." After saying this, he couldn't help but think of Vichy France. When the French army was defeated steadily on the European battlefield, the French government withdrew from Paris to Tours, then from Tours to Bordeaux, and finally moved to the small city of Vichy.

Are they going to make the same mistake as France?