Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

The 180 Royal Air Force fighter jets scrambled from the mainland had not yet reached Dunkirk, and encountered German fighter jets coming to intercept them over the sea.

A group of British rookie pilots were defeated by the Luftwaffe, which had superior fighter performance and higher quality pilots; 128 of 180 fighter jets were shot down, and only more than 40 fled back to the homeland (some crashed on the way back).

The Germans only lost 68 aircraft. Among them, 32 pilots who fell into the sea were rescued by seaplanes sent out. The search and rescue team also captured 43 British pilots.

In other words, the German side only paid 68 aircraft and lost 36 pilots, which can be said to be a great victory.

The sky gradually darkened, and the German army aircraft group that had been wreaking havoc over Dunkirk all day also withdrew from the battlefield.

The last batch of attack planes that arrived dropped leaflets all over the sky and left.

The content on the flyer is Yannick’s handwritten letter (copy).

“To the honorable soldiers of the British Empire and France.

My name is Yannick Hohenzollern, Crown Prince of Germany.

Please allow me to express my sincere respect for the British and French soldiers who fought bravely in this battle. You have fully demonstrated your glory with your actions. It's just that your brave spirit was taken advantage of by some despicable politicians and threw you into this war that should never have happened. Let you be trapped in this desperate situation where you can't reach the sky or the earth.

Now, your retreat has been completely cut off, and the powerful German armored forces have also surrounded you. Your war is actually over, and you have done your best for your motherland. Continuing the fight would only turn into a disgusting, meaningless massacre.

In order to prevent this unnecessary massacre, I am here to implore you, please put down your weapons. You will definitely receive the treatment you deserve, and I personally guarantee that you will not be treated unfairly. After the war is over, you will be able to return to your families and loved ones safely.

As for Viscount Gott, Commander Harold Alexander, and General Morigne, what are your choices? Let the young soldiers die "in the name of the motherland", and then make excuses for yourself "for the sake of the overall future", escape with peace of mind, and live an ignoble existence?

If you really still have the honor of the military and a little bit of patriotism in your hearts, you should assess the situation and leave the chance of life to the young children.

It is your incompetence that brings shame to their honor. Don't let your selfishness cost them their lives.

I'll give you one night to think about it. If you don't surrender before six o'clock tomorrow morning, our army will cover your army with ten times and a hundred times the firepower of today. I can't guarantee anything even if I'm captured afterwards. "

Viscount Gott stared blankly at the flyer in his hand. The words "Your incompetence brings shame to their honor" cut his heart like a knife. If he had not used the communication failure as an excuse to make a decision on his own, instead of breaking out south, he would have retreated north to Dunkirk, perhaps he would not have been in such a desperate situation.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world. Even if he sighs and beats his chest, he can't change the current desperate situation.

Sighing again, he called his adjutant and asked. "Has your Excellency the Prime Minister called back?"

The adjutant was also aware of the current situation, and there was a hint of despair in his voice. "Your Excellency, Prime Minister, let us persist. There will always be a way." What else can be done? Is it possible to let so many expeditionary troops swim back?

Viscount Gott couldn't help but smile bitterly. "What about our food and ammunition situation?"

The adjutant's face darkened again. "Ammunition and supplies are almost running out. Although we have begun to ration food and ammunition to the soldiers, they can only last for two days at most. After two days, we will really run out of ammunition and food." They fled in a hurry, many of them Ammunition and supplies were thrown on the way to escape.

No matter how powerful Lord Churchill was, he must have been unable to transport so many soldiers back within two days. "Notice that there will be a meeting at the regiment level or above at 9pm." After speaking, Viscount Gott waved his hand with a tired look on his face, indicating to the adjutant to leave him alone for a while.

Sergeant Ashton sat listlessly in the trench holding his rifle, looking at his bandaged arm in a daze, his dirty face full of exhaustion.

A small piece of flesh was removed from his arm by shrapnel. It was not considered a serious injury, so it was impossible for him to be evacuated to the country as a wounded person first.

However, he has no complaints about this. Although there is no definite information, he very doubts whether those transport ships can return to the country safely. After all, the German fighter planes raging in the sky are not blind, and it is impossible for them to evacuate safely, right? . Britain, which has always claimed to have the best navy in the world, is now unable to even protect their retreat. What a great irony! !

I heard that the navy has suffered one after another since its launch, and has now lost almost half of its main battleships! As a glorious member of the British Empire Army, although he could not tell how many main battleships Britain had, he also knew very well that the loss of more than half was quite serious!

What he couldn't figure out was that it only took twenty years for the Germans who were knocked down to rise again and become stronger than last time. Even the most powerful country in Europe and the most powerful navy in the world are no match for it!

Just when Ashton's mind was filled with random thoughts, Lieutenant Harrison came over and sat down next to him, sighing heavily. "It seems that we are bound to lose this battle."

The two of them were not only fellow villagers but also neighbors who talked about everything, so they spoke out without any scruples such complaints that would obviously affect military morale. Harrison shook the leaflet dropped by the German plane in his hand and continued to complain. "I think the German Crown Prince is right. There is no chance of winning this battle, but those politicians don't seem to see this at all. They will only stay in the safe rear and order us people to fight hard in the front and bleed dry." The last drop of blood. These damn bastards clearly want us to die!!"

Seeing that he was getting more excited, angry and louder as he spoke, Ashton quickly touched him and told him to calm down. However, he also agreed with Harrison's words. After all, it was soldiers like them who died in the war, and the lives of those politicians would not be threatened, so the politicians kept asking for the war to continue.

"No, Lydia is still at home waiting for me to come back. I can't die here! No matter what, I have to live." Harrison murmured. As he kept repeating this sentence, his eyes became more determined.

"Harrison, don't you mean that?" After all, we have been friends since childhood, and you can tell what he wants to do just by looking at his eyes.

Harrison nodded firmly. "Ashton, think about Maggie and your children at home. How will they survive if you die here?"

"..." Ashton was silent. He didn't dare to think about Maggie's suffering of raising the child alone if he died. Maybe Maggie will choose to remarry, but other men are stepfathers to the children. What kind of injustice will the children suffer?

After being silent for a long time, Ashton gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely. "Then what should we do?" He had already fought and shed blood for his motherland, and now he had to think about his family and his children.