Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

After Kesselring and Richthofen left, Yannick stretched himself deeply and walked to the window. The windows of this office face the garden. In winter, the garden turns into a fairy-tale world of ice and snow. Various snow and ice sculptures made by masters are like exquisite works of art, with various shapes and patterns; look at them It is simply a visual and spiritual enjoyment.

Yannick saw Queen Elizabeth sitting alone in a pavilion in the distance, so he went downstairs to the garden pavilion.

"Your Majesty, what are you thinking about here?" Yannick greeted and sat on the stool opposite. There are heating pipes under these pavilions, and the heat continues to flow upward, making the entire pavilion warm. "Her Royal Highness, yesterday I saw that you are very interested in exploring space. How about we continue chatting?"

Queen Elizabeth frowned slightly and looked at him coldly without speaking.

Seeing this, Yannick shrugged and called his secretary. "Bring me my drawing board."

Soon, the secretary brought his drawing board and set it up. Yannick muttered as he mixed the paint. "Da Vinci painted the 'Mona Lisa', so I will paint an 'Elizabeth' and ask Her Majesty the Queen to be a model."

Queen Elizabeth stood up and turned around to leave the pavilion when Yannick spoke. "Your Majesty, if you mess around here, it might not be good if someone finds you."

"..." Queen Elizabeth glared at him, cursed him for being shameless, and sat down angrily. "Then let's talk about exploring space."

"No problem, I can talk while painting."

"!!" Queen Elizabeth's hands on her knees suddenly clenched into fists, and she stared at him hatefully, as if she wanted to eat his flesh alive.

Yannick began to paint on the canvas leisurely. "Your Highness, are you sure you want to keep this look? Then if this painting is passed down to future generations, maybe it will be named 'Elizabeth in Fury'. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at for thousands of years?"

The corners of Queen Elizabeth's mouth twitched slightly a few times, she took a deep breath, and forcibly controlled her facial expression to look indifferent.

Yannick said while drawing. "Where did we talk about yesterday? Going into space, right..."

After chatting and drawing for more than half an hour, secretary Anne hurried into the pavilion. "Your Highness, the troops entering Belfast, the capital of Northern Ireland, have been attacked."

Yannick said disapprovingly. "Isn't it normal to be attacked? What's the fuss? Just destroy them."

Annie said softly. "The attackers were civilians in the city of Belfast."

"Huh?" Yannick frowned. "Are they real civilians or were the British troops disguised as civilians and launched the attack?"

"I don't know, so General Busch asked for an order to shoot indiscriminately."

An hour earlier, an advance company of tanks had arrived in Belfast. Because all the towns along the way were undefended, they rushed into Belfast happily and went straight to the city hall in the center of the city.

As a port city, capital, economic and political center, Belfast is not as prosperous as other big cities, but more like an ancient European port town.

One tank after another formed a long snake formation and drove onto the avenue leading to the city center. At the end of the avenue was the City Hall. There were many pedestrians on the road. When these people saw the roaring tanks approaching, many ran away quickly. Some people looked at these tanks with complicated expressions in their eyes.

Several Irish soldiers sitting outside the tank waved excitedly to these people. "Hey, cheers! Ireland is united!"

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Suddenly there was a series of crackling gunshots all around, and the Irish soldiers sitting outside the tank were shot and fell to the ground.

"Enemy attack!! Fire! Fire!!!" Just as the commander of the tank company frantically gave the order to fire, the surrounding civilians suddenly became angry. They took out bundles of cluster grenades from the nearby trash cans or from the snowdrifts on the roadside, shouting slogans such as "Long Live the British Empire" and rushed towards the approaching tanks.

The so-called cluster grenade is to bundle multiple grenades together and detonate one of them. The explosion energy is enough to destroy several other grenades bundled together. However, cluster grenades and explosive packs are group charges, and the explosion energy is spread around. They cannot direct the detonation wave out like hollow-charge armor-piercing warheads, so they need to use a large amount of explosives, but the actual damage effect is not It is not high, and it is necessary to blast the weak parts such as the power hatch, the gap between the turret and the car body, and the tracks to make the tank lose its combat effectiveness.

They stuffed these cluster grenades under the tracks of the tank, and some people even carried the cluster grenades into the bottom of the tank, and then there was an explosion sound of violent impact tearing apart the steel.

In just an instant, the tank company lost half of its tanks, most of which had their tracks blown off and unable to move.

"Damn it! Retreat quickly!! Get out!!" The company commander hurriedly issued the order to retreat. They ran too fast and the infantry behind them failed to keep up, resulting in such a predicament. The only solution for now is to retreat first. Get out of the city.

Snapped! A Molotov cocktail fell from the building next to it and hit the road, instantly igniting a fire.

Immediately afterwards, Molotov cocktails fell from the sky like flowers from a goddess, and many of them hit the tank. Some hit the tank turret, some hit the front armor, and a few lucky ones hit the power compartment and ignited the engine. The Jackal tank does not have any automatic engine fire extinguishing device. Once the engine catches fire, the crew will undoubtedly have to lean out in the fire of bullets and hold a fire extinguisher to put out the fire.

The tank troops also became fierce. Those tanks whose tracks were blown up and couldn't move were pouring bullets in all directions frantically. Some tank crews simply opened the hatch cover and operated the anti-aircraft machine gun on the turret to shoot in all directions. At this time, he no longer cares about civilians, and kills everyone who moves within sight until he is also hit and falls to the ground.

After losing four or five more tanks in this way, the remaining tanks withdrew from the city in embarrassment. Many tanks were burned black by incendiary bottles.

"So General Busch gave an order to shoot indiscriminately?" The person commanding the Foreign Legion in Ireland at this time was Ernst Busch. This man fought fiercely, had cruel methods, and treated the enemy mercilessly. If an indiscriminate shooting order were really issued, there would probably be very few people left alive in Belfast.

Yannick looked at Queen Elizabeth, who had a solemn face across from her, and asked. "Your Majesty, what do you think?"

Queen Elizabeth said solemnly. "His Highness calls himself a righteous man, so naturally he will not massacre innocent civilians."

Yannick showed an unpredictable smile. "Of course I won't massacre civilians, but that's hard to say about Churchill. Miss Anne, inform Dr. Goebbels and ask him to report this matter well, so that the whole world can see how the Churchill government dragged innocent civilians away. Entering the war. Those despicable British soldiers hid behind civilians, used them to block bullets, and attacked our troops; but our troops could not bear to harm innocent civilians and have withdrawn from Belfast."