Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

"Gibraltar?" Pétain hesitated and asked. "What kind of support does Your Highness need? You also know that our soldiers have just experienced a defeat and will not be able to raise their morale to fight in a short time." He knew that the Fortress of Gibraltar was one of the strongest fortresses in the world and it could be conquered. Pay a heavy price.

This old fox! Yannick couldn't help but cursed inwardly. "Pure artillery support, your navy will only need to send a few battleships to bombard Gibraltar and Malta." Yannick originally planned to let France cede the "Slatersberg" and "Dunkirk" battleship, but the German Admiralty was more interested in the two battleships (Jean Bart, Clemenceau) and four aircraft carriers that were about to be completed in the French dockyard.

Yannick only had one "Dunkirk". Anyway, with the current economic situation of France, it was impossible to complete those ships. The French were also willing to use these unfinished warships to offset part of the compensation.

Prime Minister Pétain couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. It was very simple. It's just a waste of shells. "Then how will His Highness Yannick solve the Italian problem?"

Yannick looked at Reinhard. "You said the crown prince is also dead?"

Reinhard nodded firmly. "Yes, according to reliable information, he was shot several times and will undoubtedly die."

Yannick agreed simply. "The crown prince's daughter, Princess Silvia, is visiting me. Since the crown prince is dead, let her take over the throne."

Prime Minister Pétain couldn't help but widen his eyes. "Princess Sylvia? But she is still a child? Who among her uncles can convince her?"

Yannick rolled his eyes. "Our two countries support her, who in Italy dares to say no?"

"..." Looking at Prime Minister Pétain's thoughtful nod, Yannick gestured towards Reinhard with his eyes. "Inform General Hans Krebs and General Paul Hausser that the second step of 'Operation Queen' can be carried out." Mussolini, I really don't want to have a teammate like you who is so arbitrary and self-righteous. Pig teammate who has been defeated in every battle, you’d better die as soon as possible!!

Although it can't make you famous forever, it can still make you infamous forever.

The Germans' high efficiency was demonstrated again. Less than twenty minutes after Yannick gave the order, at a checkpoint on the German-Italian border, an Italian platoon leader cheerfully greeted the German platoon leader who came over. "Hey, Frank. What's going on?"

A company of Italian soldiers was originally stationed here. A few months ago, a division of German troops arrived across the street and stationed there. I don't know what Mussolini was thinking, but he sent two additional divisions to this small checkpoint.

Is it because they are afraid that the Germans on the other side will suddenly attack Italy? But the opponent was an armored division, and they only had two infantry divisions. They didn't even have many anti-tank weapons. They would be wiped out in minutes if they really fought.

Fortunately, the two sides did not fight, each doing his own thing.

Moreover, Germany and Italy are not warring parties. With so many people gathered in one place, all kinds of communication and exchanges are indispensable. On weekdays, they not only exchange tobacco, alcohol and food, but also often hold some sports events, such as football.

The border checkpoint, which used to be peaceful and even filled with laughter from time to time, is now filled with an air of tension. Frank ignored the Italian platoon leader's frequent glances behind him and chatted as usual. "Anthony, my friend. I heard that there is a rebellion in your country?"

Anthony was staring nervously at the intimidating tanks in the distance behind Frank. Never before had German tanks come so close to the border. I don’t know what’s going on today, it seems like I’m about to rush over all of a sudden. However, he also heard Frank's question and replied with a sad face. "Yeah. I can't understand how this happened." He really didn't understand what happened and why Mussolini was so rebellious and killed the king.

Fortunately, he is just a platoon leader. He only needs to obey the orders of his superiors and does not need to care too much about these incomprehensible political affairs.

"That's really unfortunate." Frank nodded. "But that's why I'm here today. We've been ordered to disarm you."

"Oh, disarm us, huh? Huh?! Are you kidding me?" Anthony was shocked when he reacted. To disarm them, wouldn't that mean fighting?

"How could I be joking? We were invited by your new queen to enter Italy to clear out the rebels. You see, this is the order from your new queen and the new minister of defense." As he spoke, Frank took out two weapons from his arms. A piece of paper was handed over.

"Warrant?" Anthony took the two pieces of paper handed over by Frank with a confused look on his face. His mind was in a mess, what kind of new queen? New Secretary of Defense?

Frank reminded kindly. "My friend, I think you'd better take these two warrants to the highest officer in your station."

Anthony finally regained his composure and nodded sharply. "Oh, oh! I'll go right away."

Looking at Anthony who turned around and ran away in a hurry, Frank couldn't help but shake his head. This guy is a nice guy, but a bit stupid. If there is any emergency on the battlefield, he will definitely kill all his men. "Anthony, are you trying to run over there? Isn't there a motorcycle there?"

"Haha, look at my brain, I almost forgot."

The two division commanders were eating lunch when Anthony ran into the division headquarters out of breath. Seeing the two warrants handed over by Anthony, one of them was so frightened that the spaghetti he ate in his mouth spurted out of his nostrils, while the other almost choked to death on the red wine he just drank.

After dancing for a long time, the two of them fell into deep distress over the two warrants on the table. "Do you think we should support Mussolini or the new queen?" In fact, they all knew that Mussolini's behavior was an irrefutable rebellion. But so far, they have not received any orders to return to the army to exterminate the rebels. Maybe Mussolini promised many benefits to the top military officials to get them to support him. Maybe the royal family has other methods or plans?

The division commander who was asked simply shook his head. "Don't ask me, I have no interest in political activities." A soldier's bounden duty is to obey, and he has no plans to enter politics in the future. He does not want to take any action before the exact order from above is issued.

The teacher who asked the question scratched his head and changed the question. "Then do you think we should surrender obediently or resist?"

"How to resist? They are an armored division, and maybe there is an air force behind them." The opponent was a ruthless master who punched Poland, kicked France, and slapped Britain wildly. And the news just came from Anthony said that the German armored forces were ready to attack at any time. As for them, they didn't even have the slightest preparation for war. He was very self-aware of this.

"If the Queen takes over, then we and Germany should become allies, right?"

"Maybe, right? Maybe the Queen will marry Crown Prince Yannick in the future."

The two stared at each other for a long time, and saw the same message in each other's eyes. They suddenly slapped the table and gave a heroic order. "Send an order that all weapons be put into the warehouse and handed over to the care of the Germans. Tell the Germans that we will firmly support the succession of the new queen."