Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Just when Warspite was about to sink, Reichenau's Sixth Army in Liege, Belgium, was also ready to forcibly cross the Maas River.

Just as Reichenau picked up the phone to order the artillery fire, a staff officer hurried over. "General, there's a call from the high command, asking us not to bombard you yet. They say that the Guards Unit X is coming."

"X Force?" Their secret weapons are really endless. I don't know what good stuff they will be this time.

After a while, he heard the roar of an airplane engine outside the house. He walked to the yard outside the house, looked up and saw several planes flying in the eastern sky.

"Give me the telescope." He took the telescope handed over by the adjutant and looked at the sky. He saw that the fuselages of the Stuka aircraft were painted with the insignia of the Praetorian Guards Force X, but there were only five of them.

"Only five?" What can these five planes do?

Of course, these planes couldn't answer his doubts and flew directly over their heads, heading towards the Belgian army's position on the other side of the river. A not-so-dense amount of anti-aircraft gunfire sounded from the Belgian military position.

The Stuka fleet was disturbed by these anti-aircraft fires, and the formation became a bit messy. One of the Stukas was seen swooping down suddenly.

With a shrill scream, the large aerial bomb hung under the belly of the plane was thrown down, accurately hitting one of the anti-aircraft turrets. Different from ordinary aerial bombs, this bomb suddenly exploded like a ball of burning liquid. The airflow generated by the explosion rushed around with flames. The fire instantly rose as high as a three-story building, directly destroying the entire air defense fort. engulf.

The combustion temperature of the flame produced by the explosion can reach thousands of degrees. Under this temperature, not to mention people, artillery, tanks and other steel equipment are enough to melt into a pile of molten iron.

Before the Belgian soldiers could recover from the shocking scene, they heard bursts of heart-rending screams. I saw several soldiers covered with fire around the anti-aircraft battery, rolling crazily on the ground, making extremely tragic howls, heart-breaking and heart-breaking.

"Quick, help!"

Not many people would just watch their comrades wail in pain and refuse to save them; they would immediately run over to a group of people and help them fight the fire on their bodies.

But before even a few blows, as the burning people struggled crazily, sparks from their bodies splashed onto the people around them.

"It hurts, it hurts!!"

It is summer now, and the military uniforms worn by the soldiers are also thin summer clothes. When these sparks come on, they will feel a biting pain transmitted to the nerves. Many people instinctively slapped the sparks on them, but this fierce slap turned the sparks into flames, and the more they slapped, the brighter they became!

"Help!!"

The soldiers screamed in terror. Some simply lay on the ground and rolled back and forth, trying to put out the flames. Unexpectedly, the flames flew wildly, and soon his whole body was covered in flames.

Seeing this, the surrounding Belgian soldiers were so frightened that they chatted their upper and lower teeth and made a rhythmic sound.

"Hellfire! That's hellfire!!"

"The Germans dropped hellfire!!"

Of course, no one knows what hellfire actually looks like. But at this moment, these Belgian soldiers thought that the bombs dropped by the German army were terrible hellfire. To them, these flames seemed to be alive and could not be extinguished.

In a panic, several Belgian soldiers with flames on their bodies screamed and ran quickly to the Maas River not far away, and plunged into the river.

But what happened next was even more horrifying.

I saw those few soldiers fluttering desperately in the water, but the flames on their bodies did not extinguish but instead burned stronger and stronger. After flopping and struggling like this for a while, several people stopped moving and floated quietly on the water, with the flames on their bodies still jumping and burning.

This horrific scene convinced the Belgian soldiers that what the Germans had thrown was hellfire, and the Germans on the other side were also stunned. "God, what's going on?"

The Belgian soldiers, who were staring blankly at the corpse on the ground that had been burned into as slender as a matchstick, heard the devil's howl coming from the sky again.

Looking up, another Stuka swooped down.

"Run!!"

The surrounding soldiers suddenly became commotion, and many people ran out of the trenches and fortresses, running desperately towards the open area behind. After all, no one wants to be touched by that terrible hellfire. It might roast your soul.

The second bomb landed where the Belgian soldiers were most densely packed, and the flames instantly engulfed hundreds of people and set dozens of people around them on fire. Dozens of Pyromen ran and rolled with panicked screams, and soon splashed flames onto their other comrades.

After a while, all the Bijun soldiers who were touched became pyrotechnics.

The remaining three Stukas also dived in turn, dropping three bombs.

Reichenau covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, but he still couldn't stop the strange smell in the air. He suppressed the urge to vomit and ordered the adjutant. "Tell the kitchen not to cook meat for lunch, just make some vegetarian food."

"Okay General." The adjutant, who was also holding a handkerchief, nodded. "This weapon is too terrifying. What on earth is this? A fire that cannot be extinguished even by water?"

Reichenau murmured. "A fire that cannot be extinguished by water? I remembered it. I heard that this thing was used before in Warsaw to deal with the rats underground. I remember His Highness called it napalm."

Napalm was a luxury product that Germany, which was poor in fuel during World War II, could not afford. Their gasoline supply is still slightly insufficient for the frontline troops. Is there any chance to develop a special bomb that uses gasoline as fuel?

Therefore, this kind of big killer can only be used by the United States, which has abundant oil resources, and Germany can only look back and sigh.

Things were different now. Yannick had enough oil to spend as much as he wanted. Not only could he afford to raise various oil-eating monsters on land, sea and air, but he could also afford horrific destructive weapons like napalm. It can be said to be an ace weapon for attacking exposed targets. Just throw this weapon in pieces, and it can ensure that no one is left alive in a certain area. Even enemies hiding in bunkers or bunkers cannot escape. Although sometimes the flames cannot penetrate these bunkers or bunkers, the large amount of oxygen they absorb when burning can create a considerable oxygen-deficient environment in the explosion zone. Those enemies hiding in bunkers or bunkers can only die of lack of oxygen.

"General, it seems that all the soldiers on the other side have fled?"

Reichenau held the telescope and observed carefully for a while, nodded and gave the order. "Start crossing the river! The artillery is ready to support at any time!"

One assault boat was thrown into the Maas River by the German army. The soldiers jumped into the boat, started the motor, and controlled the assault boat to rush towards the other bank. The German artillerymen behind them were closely watching the situation on the other side. As long as there was any sign of trouble, they would use the fiercest firepower to support their comrades.

"Bang! Bang!" Soon the assault boat rushed to the middle of the river, and sparse gunshots rang out from the Bijun position on the other side.

The various cannons that had been prepared for a long time roared at the same time and blasted towards the other side.