Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

While everyone in the Pentagon was arguing about whether to allow the US soldiers in Belarus and Ukraine to withdraw, the Kremlin's combat conference room was already in chaos.

When the first line of defense was breached, no one panicked. After all, this was the plan to "introduce dogs into the village", but then the second line of defense was also breached, and everyone felt that something was wrong. It was too fast.

When the third line of defense was also breached, everyone finally panicked. According to the plan, this third line of defense should stop the German army, and then block the gap between the second and first lines of defense, and perform a "closed door and beat the dog". But now, not to mention it is closed, a big hole has been poked out of the defense line that was supposed to be an iron wall, so there is no need to talk about annihilation.

"How did Comrade Budyonny defend himself?" Staring at the arrows indicating the movements of the German troops on the huge sand table, Stalin clenched his fists and his eyes were about to burst into flames.

In the Western Front Command, Marshal Budyonny was covered in cold sweat and kept mumbling. "How could this happen? How could this happen?"

They imitated the German defense line, and also had strongholds at regular intervals. However, these strongholds that were supposed to be rock-solid were broken like eggs under the fierce attack of the German army. Marshal Budyonny hurriedly mobilized his troops to block these gaps, but unfortunately he was unable to do so. Large numbers of German troops passed through these defense lines and galloped across the vast lands of Ukraine and Belarus, as if they were in no man's land. .

The advance troops did not attack the cities along the way, but bypassed them and continued to advance. The bridges along the way were also captured by German special forces who had sneaked in in advance.

In the evening, a German reconnaissance team arrived at the outskirts of a village. Several children playing on a hillside not far away watched curiously as these jeeps with iron crosses printed on them slowly approached.

Schmidt, the captain of the reconnaissance team who was sitting on the front passenger seat of the jeep, waved to the three children and said hello in Ukrainian, which he was not very proficient in. "Hey kid, come here."

"It seems that life here is not easy." The machine gunner in the back seat couldn't help but sigh when he saw that the children's clothes were all patched. "Reminds me of us more than ten years ago."

The three children came over hesitantly. Schmidt took out a box of chocolate beans from his pocket, poured out a few and gave them to them. "Here, eat some candy."

During the Second World War in the original time and space, cocoa was not grown in Germany or even in Europe. The raw materials for chocolate production were in short supply, and the output could not meet the needs of the entire army. Therefore, chocolate was not included in the regular military rations of the German army. It was mostly included in special rations or Among the emergency rations, priority is given to special units of front-line combat forces, such as pilots, paratroopers, mountain troops, armored troops, U-boat crews, etc., in order to replenish energy, maintain physical strength, and improve morale in difficult environments.

In other words, not all German soldiers could eat chocolate. As the saying goes, rare things are valuable, and German soldiers regarded eating chocolate as the "supreme luxury". The Hildebrand Chocolate Factory was damaged by air raids in 1943 and was forced to cease production, but other German chocolate factories continued to produce chocolate products in small batches. Until 1945, German soldiers could still receive this precious ration from time to time.

But now, because Africa is in the hands of the German army, chocolate can be supplied to frontline troops in unlimited amounts.

Schmidt asked with a kind smile on his face as he divided the chocolate beans. "Kids, what are your names?"

The three children replied timidly.

"Domushka."

"Katerina."

"Guria."

The children took the chocolate beans and carefully put them into their mouths, with happy smiles on their faces.

Schmidt asked again. "What is the name of this village?"

"Gorac."

Schmidt took out the map and looked at it carefully for a while, then nodded. "This is it, this is the border of Ukraine. Send a report to the division headquarters, we have arrived in Gorac." After giving the instructions, Schmidt continued to ask. "Is there an army in the village?"

The three children shook their heads. "No."

Schmidt distributed a few chocolate beans to several children, pulled out the small national flag on the front of the car, and handed it to the children. "Go and invite your village chief over, and uncle will give you delicious food."

Several children ran towards the village in a hurry.

But they had been gone for a long time and no one came back. Suddenly, a gunshot was heard in the village, and Schmidt was shocked. "Ready to fight!"

The machine gunner behind asked doubtfully. "Didn't you say there are no Soviet soldiers in the village? Did those little brats lie to us?"

Schmidt shook his head. "This is not the Soviet Mosingana rifle. It seems to be a shotgun." But shotguns are used for hunting in the mountains. Who would shoot in the village if they have nothing to do? Could it be that these villagers wanted to use shotguns to resist? !

Just as Schmidt was wondering whether to call for air support, several figures appeared at the entrance of the village.

A few middle-aged men walked over, supporting a gray old man. The old man was holding a small national flag that Schmidt gave to the children. "Sir, I am Kozlov, the mayor of this village."

"I am Lieutenant Schmidt. Chief of the village of Kozlov, what was the sound of gunshots just now?"

Village Chief Kozlov took a few breaths and said angrily. "Sir, please don't get me wrong. We very much welcome your army to liberate us. But there are a few Russians in the village who say they will fight to the end. We have already driven them into a warehouse, but they have shotguns in their hands, and we also use them. We have no choice but to remain in a stalemate."

Schmidt nodded. "We can handle this kind of thing, Hans, you follow me into the village. The others stay here to be on guard."

Two jeeps followed the village chief and his party back to the village and came to a warehouse. I saw a lot of people gathered around the warehouse from a distance. Some of these people were holding hoes, some were holding sticks, and a few were holding old-fashioned shotguns and pointing at the warehouse. From time to time, there were curses coming from the warehouse, saying that they were all traitors and that Comrade Stalin would not let them off lightly.

Schmidt couldn't help but sneer when he heard these curses. "Is this here?"

Mayor Kozlov nodded. "Yes, they're all in the warehouse."

Schmidt asked the village chief to evacuate the surrounding crowd, and then gave the order. "Fire!"

Two MG3 machine guns fired fiercely at the warehouse, instantly leaving the warehouse full of holes. The two machine guns each used up 300 rounds of ammunition. When the gunfire stopped, there was no movement in the warehouse.