Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

"We sing loudly today

Drink the cold wine

I'm leaving soon,

Just let the wine glass clink with a crisp sound

let me hold your hand again

hold your white hand

Goodbye, my sweetheart

Goodbye, my sweetheart

Goodbye, take care of yourself

We are going to war

We are going to war

We're going to England

England! "

The really deafening "We Go to England" was playing in the cabin of a shaking "Giant" Me323 transport aircraft. There was an atmosphere of excitement and tension in the cabin. The excitement is that the long-cherished wish of our ancestors that could not be achieved in the last war will be fulfilled today. The nervousness is that we don’t know what kind of situation we will face when we land on British soil. Maybe you will be torn into pieces by anti-aircraft artillery shells on the ground as soon as you jump out, or you may fall directly among a group of British soldiers, or you may fall far away from the target location...

In order to suppress this nervous mood, many paratroopers sang along and sang loudly.

The Me323 transport aircraft was modified from the Me 321 military glider and was the largest land transport aircraft in World War II. The cargo hold floor area is about 40 square meters, and the entire cargo hold volume is 108 cubic meters. After adding an auxiliary partition in the middle section, 200 fully armed soldiers can be transported.

Now the plane contained 120 paratroopers and their weapons and equipment. Each of them was also holding a dummy that looked similar to their outfit. Most of these "fake paratroopers" are made of straw, wood and wire. When they parachute over the target later, they have to throw out the dummy in their arms before jumping out. In this way, 240 "real and fake airborne troops" will jump out of a plane, which can greatly interfere with the British air defense forces on the ground and reduce the probability of being hit by air defense weapons.

Suddenly, the red indicator light in the cabin came on, and the deafening music stopped abruptly, replaced by the company commander's roar. "Five minutes to prepare!! Check their equipment as a class! After landing, gather at the church marked on the map!! For the sake of your life, remember the password 'High Mountain, Strong Pine'!! Do you understand? To avoid being killed by your own people! Remember the church and ‘high mountains, strong pines’!!”

"..." The paratroopers began to help their comrades around them to check the parachute gear, and then checked whether their leg bags were tied tightly.

After the inspection, the squad leaders shouted to their respective squad members. "After you go down, you will be surrounded by enemies. If there is any movement, shout the command first. If the response to your command is not accurate, then fire immediately! If you are too far away from the intended landing point alone and cannot find friendly troops, find a way to let go first. If you survive, you don’t have to rush into battle, do you understand?”

"Understood!" Everyone in the cabin replied loudly.

After a while the red indicator light turned green. A total of four hatches on both sides of the transport plane and the hatch dedicated to paratroopers on the belly of the plane were opened, and cold wind instantly poured into the entire cabin.

Boxes of weapons were pushed out of the cabin, and paratroopers jumped out of the cabin one after another.

Sergeant Jonas jumped out of the cabin. The air at night was a little too moist and even a little cold. Fortunately, he was not alone. There were paratroopers from behind, left and right. But he couldn't tell which of the many paratroopers was real and which was fake. But since he couldn't tell the difference, the British on the ground couldn't tell the difference even more. They were just shooting blindly. Thinking of the bullets whizzing around here from time to time is no longer so scary.

Finally, he heard the sound of the leg bag hitting the ground under his feet, and then his feet stepped heavily on the hard ground.

Quickly unbutton the parachute, open the leg bag and take out weapons and ammunition. Holding the cold steel gun in his hand made him feel much more at ease. What made him even more delighted was that a paratrooper also fell more than 20 meters away from him. It can be seen from the fluttering umbrella that it is not a dummy.

"High mountains!" Jonas shouted the command in a low voice, while running towards the paratrooper while looking around.

"Jinsong!" The fluttering umbrella stopped for a moment, shouted out the reply and asked for help. "Come and help me, I'm stuck in this damn umbrella."

"..." Jonas drew out his dagger and cut a big hole in the opponent's umbrella with three or two strokes, and rescued the guy trapped inside.

"Thank you." The paratrooper finally broke free of his umbrella, revealing an extremely young and immature face, which made Jonas wonder whether this little guy was an adult. He took out the weapon from his leg bag and introduced himself. "I'm Private First Class Hoffman, Third Platoon."

Jonas nodded and replied. "I'm Platoon Sergeant Jonas."

Hoffman asked, shrugging. "Okay, then I have to obey your command. What should we do now?"

Jonas glanced at the 40mm caliber six-round grenade launcher in Hoffman's hand, and pointed to the anti-aircraft gun in the distance that was firing into the sky. "Kill that guy first."

This is not the first time this has happened. No matter how fierce the bombing by the Army Air Force is, there will always be those lucky ones who slip through the net. If the anti-aircraft gun is not dealt with, it may cause a lot of trouble to subsequent friendly forces.

The two of them managed to reach a place more than a hundred meters away from the anti-aircraft gun and hid under a large tree that was cut off in the middle by the bombing. Jonas asked. "Are you sure about this distance?" He saw a dozen British soldiers surrounding the anti-aircraft gun and a heavy machine gun. If they cannot be severely damaged in the first time, they will definitely be suppressed by firepower.

"More than enough!" Hoffman replied confidently, then raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger. After a dull sound, an explosion occurred ten meters away from the left side of the anti-aircraft gun. Hoffman moved the muzzle of the gun slightly, pulled the trigger repeatedly, and fired all the remaining five grenades.

"Boom!" It seemed that one of them happened to detonate the piled anti-aircraft artillery shells. A huge explosion occurred at the anti-aircraft artillery position. Various fragments flying everywhere killed most of the British soldiers around them, and the remaining few were also hit by the shock wave. Overturned to the ground.

"Good job!" Jonas couldn't help but praise, raised his gun and knocked a British soldier who was standing up unsteadily to the ground.

"Thank you." Hoffman smiled shyly and began to load the grenade launcher.

Just when Jonas was about to continue to pull the trigger, a dense barrage of bullets was fired from the east of the anti-aircraft gun position, knocking over all the remaining British soldiers.

"Great, it's one of our own!" Jonas heard that there were at least two AKMS and one FAL, and led Hoffman to bend down and run in the direction of the sound of gunshots.

"Mountain!"

"Jinsong!"

What Jonas and the others encountered were four soldiers and a corpse.

After a brief exchange of names, Jonas discovered that he still had the highest military rank, and the corpse was a sergeant, but the corpse would not stand up and command them to fight.

"Sir, when I came down, I saw a weapons box dropped about 1,000 meters away from here." One of the soldiers reported what he saw to Jonas.

Jonas took out a map and checked the terrain, and found that they were on the edge of the town, the church was to the northeast of them, and the location of the weapons box was to the southwest.

But it's only 1,000 meters, so it doesn't seem to delay anything. "Then let's get the heavy weapons first."