Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

After a long flight, the bomber formation finally arrived over Belfast.

Dense cloud bombs fell from the sky. Belfast was not a large area. In addition, the German army sent an alarming number of bombers. The entire Belfast was burned into a sea of ​​​​fire. The British soldiers and civilians on the other side of the strait stared dumbly at the soaring flames, witnessing the destruction of a city. The people who fled from Belfast couldn't help but secretly rejoice. Fortunately, they left there, otherwise the entire city would have been burned to a pile of ashes.

After dropping 30 tons of bombs, the B-36 bomber began to return. When it flew over the strait, the captain ordered. "Altitude 8000, speed 400, start turbojet engine."

The first officer pressed the start button. "Start number one, start number two, start number three, start number four."

The four turbojet engines started one after another, making a huge noise.

"450...500...650...700...750!" Seeing that the flight speed on the instrument panel had reached 750 kilometers per hour, the first officer couldn't help but sigh. "It's amazing! It's faster than a Mosquito, and even fighter jets can't catch up with us."

However, this kind of flight is like later generations of fighter jets that need to turn on afterburners when flying at supersonic speeds, and cannot last for too long. After flying at a speed of 750 kilometers per hour for 15 minutes, they shut down the turbojet engine, and the flight speed gradually dropped to more than 400 kilometers per hour.

"Oh, damn!" the first officer suddenly cursed. "Engine No. 5 stalled!"

The captain was very calm. "Don't worry, we still have nine engines." Because the B-36's rear-mounted propeller layout makes the engine unfavorable for heat dissipation, engine problems will occur from time to time. Fortunately, this bomber has many engines; even if four or five of them stall, they can still fly back.

At midnight, the B-36 bomber landed safely at the base and successfully completed its first actual combat.

The fire in Belfast burned all night. When the German troops entered the city again the next day, they saw devastation and ruins. Occasionally, there were one or two lonely buildings standing there stubbornly.

After walking for a while, the infantry squad leader Stephen, who was following a tank and looking around cautiously, quickly came to the back of the tank and picked up the phone hanging on the butt of the tank. "Two o'clock direction, three hundred meters, second floor."

Early tanks did not have communication equipment inside and outside the vehicle. When the tank was cooperating with the infantry, if the infantry wanted to communicate with the tank, they would just jump on the tank and knock on the hatch. The tank soldiers in the tank would open the hatch to explore. Only in front of each other can the two parties communicate and convey orders, which can be said to be very inconvenient.

The first infantry phone was accidentally installed by the United States. The United States also found that it was very troublesome for the accompanying infantry to communicate with the tank, so they simply connected a phone directly to the rear of the tank. The effect was unexpected, so the infantry phone became the Standard equipment for US military tanks.

Later, various countries also gradually improved their infantry telephones. The reason was that the engine power of tanks was getting larger and larger, and many tanks used gas turbines, which resulted in great heat radiation from the tail of the tanks. If you want to stand there and fight with the tank soldiers without any damage, Communication was simply impossible, and even many telephones themselves could not withstand such high heat, so many tanks' infantry telephones were modified to the outside of the turret.

Although later tank crews and infantry can communicate easily through radio, once this radio is interfered with, the communication between infantry and tanks will return to the original method. Therefore, many tanks in later generations still retain infantry telephones.

The tank stopped, and the turret slowly turned to the two o'clock direction. A few seconds later, there was a deafening sound of gunfire, and the building in the distance was instantly engulfed in the rising dust and smoke.

The team continued to move forward and soon came to the small building with half of it destroyed by the bombing. Stephen led a few people into the small building and followed the relatively strong stairs to the second floor. What they saw were several corpses and full of things. The mess of the ground.

"It looks like this is one of their machine gun firepower points." Stephen kicked the bent metal piece under his feet. If he read correctly, this should be a part of the Maxim heavy machine gun. The faces of several British corpses on the ground were distorted, and they looked very painful before death.

Just when he wanted to see the unit numbers of these people, there was a shout from downstairs. "Monitor, there is a basement here!"

basement? Stephen quickly ran downstairs and followed the sound to the basement door; he found that the door was intact, which meant that there was probably someone else in the basement.

Stephen found soldiers who were proficient in English and shouted inside. "People inside, listen, you have been surrounded, put down your weapons and surrender immediately! You will be treated as prisoners of war under the Geneva Convention!!"

After shouting a few times but seeing no movement inside, Stephen became a little impatient, took out a flash bomb and winked at the soldier next to him. Just as the soldier kicked the door hard, Stephen pulled the safety pin of the flash bomb, threw it into the kicked-open door, and ducked aside.

boom!

Dazzling light spurted out, but it was still deathly silent inside.

"There's no one inside?" Stephen murmured in confusion, took out a flashlight, and walked down carefully, followed closely by several soldiers. When they walked downstairs, they saw several British soldiers lying on the floor of the basement, either with arms or legs missing, or with bandages on their bodies. But these people lay there motionless, without even a faint sound of breathing.

"See if there is anyone alive." After giving the order, Stephen shined the flashlight on the nearest person. There were no obvious burn marks on his body, but his hands were tightly clasped around his throat, and his whole face was covered in burns. It turned purple and black, and it looked like it had strangled itself to death. The throat was even punctured in several places, and blood flowed out.

"Let me go, the death conditions of these people are too horrible." A soldier next to him couldn't help but spat. "Squad leader, how did they die like this? Did they strangle themselves to death? Were they possessed by evil spirits?"

Stephen shook his head. "What the hell, these people looked like they were suffocated to death. The poor guys must have thought they would be safe hiding in the basement, but unexpectedly they were suffocated to death as the incendiary bombs used up all their oxygen. "If it had been an ordinary aerial bomb, they might have escaped. Unfortunately, the fierce burning outside consumed all the oxygen here.

The soldier couldn't help but sigh. "It's so scary. You might as well give yourself a quick shot."

"Yes." Just as he was sighing, other soldiers reported. "Squad leader, we have checked everything and there is no one alive."

"Then let's go. Remember to put a mark at the door to remind the logistics team to clean up here." Stephen didn't want to stay in such a scary place for another minute, so he led his soldiers out of the basement.