Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

In the combat command room in Washington, President Wilkie paced anxiously back and forth, looking up at the clock in the corner from time to time. He was waiting for news about the rescue operation.

After a while, the phone rang loudly. A staff officer picked up the phone and listened for a while, with a look of confusion on his face.

Put down the phone and report to the president and the crowd. "Mr. President, the thugs set off fireworks in the city center and seemed to be attacking our paratroopers?"

"Attack paratroopers with fireworks?" President Wilkie was dumbfounded. Are these niggas so smart? Can you think of such a imaginative method? He looked at Commander Arnold aside and asked. "Will the loss be great?"

It was also the first time for Commander Arnold to hear such a thing, but thinking that the fireworks should be able to burn the parachute made of silk, he nodded. "Because our paratroopers jumped to the city hall in a concentrated manner, the losses may be considerable."

"These damn bastards!" President Wilkie cursed angrily. It seemed that the rescue operation would not go smoothly.

Soon, news came that the ground troops were launching an attack. According to the plan, regardless of whether the paratroopers' rescue operation was successful or not, the ground troops would launch an attack on time. But the attack by the ground troops did not go well. The thugs took advantage of their familiarity with the city's terrain and were simply invisible. In addition, they also had powerful weapons such as bazooka rockets. The attacking soldiers did not have an advantage, and even appeared. Quite a few casualties.

"Damn it! We must strictly investigate how these heavy weapons fell into the hands of these thugs!" Are these guys crazy and will sell anything for a little money? ! If the price is enough, can the entire United States be packaged and sold?

"yes!"

At this time, the secretary brought the telegram just sent from the Soviet Union. President Wilkie took one look at it and threw it into the trash can. "What's the use of talking nonsense?" Now that the Germans have occupied Adak Island, the route from the United States to the Soviet Union will soon be completely cut off. By then the United States and the Soviet Union would have no relationship whatsoever. Moreover, the United States today can no longer take care of the Soviet Union and has to focus on homeland defense. Thinking about the materials and personnel that had been shipped to the Soviet Union, President Wilkie felt regretful. If he had known this, he should have followed President Roosevelt's policy and ignored the Soviet Union.

The fighting continued the next day.

These elusive thugs made the attacking US soldiers extremely cautious. But this is the mainland, and they can't carry out random bombings, or even use cannons to bombard any buildings. After all, there are many civilians in the city besides thugs.

Snapped!

As they approached an office building, a Molotov cocktail fell from the sky and hit them not far away, setting off a raging fire.

"There's someone upstairs!"

As soon as the group looked up, they saw at least a dozen Molotov cocktails falling from the sky. Some of these incendiary bottles hit the ground and some hit the tanks. Because it was summer, the inside of the tank was unbearably hot, so everyone habitually moved forward with the hatch cover open.

As a result, when faced with these Molotov cocktails falling from the sky, before they had time to close the hatch, a Molotov cocktail accidentally smashed into the tank cabin and exploded, burning the crew inside to the point of howling like ghosts.

Seeing the tank surrounded by flames, the soldiers following him hurriedly stayed away, fearing that they would be harmed if the tank exploded. At this time, unpleasant insults came from upstairs, and all their female family members were greeted at a very fast speed.

"Damn it! Destroy them!"

A group of soldiers rushed into the building angrily. As soon as they arrived at the lobby on the first floor, a group of thugs with live ammunition appeared behind the railing on the second floor, aiming condescendingly at the group of people at the door. They had a variety of weapons in their hands. There were Thompson submachine guns, M1912 shotguns, Springfield rifles, revolvers, etc.; they didn't waste any time and just pulled the trigger.

In an instant, the blast of Thompson submachine guns engulfed the entire hall. The exchange of fire was fierce but short. The thugs who quickly took advantage of the terrain and firepower won the victory and put all the soldiers on the ground.

Then the thugs rushed downstairs and snatched dog tags from the bloody corpses.

The so-called "dog tag" is not a brand worn on the dog. Its official name is a military identification tag, jokingly called a dog tag. As for why they are not called cow cards or horse cards, it is because the English word for infantry is dogface.

The "dog tags" of American soldiers have a long history.

During the Civil War, northern officers and soldiers participating in the war privately purchased or made wooden signs to hang around their necks or put in their pockets, in order to have their identities confirmed as quickly as possible in the event of casualties. The signs were engraved with their names and unit numbers. , this is the prototype of the US military identification card.

During World War I and World War II, the power of weapons increased, and soldiers participating in the war were accidentally blown to pieces. At this time, higher requirements were placed on the sturdiness of the brand, so metal materials were used.

The thugs were fighting over the dog tags because they could be exchanged for $5,000 each if they were taken to the city hall. Five thousand dollars at this time is not a small amount for ordinary white people, but for these black people, even if they make it for twenty years without eating or drinking, they may not be able to earn it. Such a generous reward is enough to make many people crazy, plus Hateful of whites, they were happy to take up arms and join the uprising.

This is reminiscent of the treatment of Indians in the early days of the founding of the United States. After the early independence of the United States, due to the increase in population, a new period of resource plunder began. Under the logical thinking of Americans as bandits, they believed that the land where the Indians were located should belong to them, and only the strong could decide who would own the land after plundering it, so they began to persecute the Indians crazily. People used the most brutal methods to treat the indigenous residents extremely unfairly. In the end, the United States passed various unequal treaty laws, causing the Indians to suffer the greatest massacre.

In order to compete for land, the United States began to clear out the local Indians through its own army. Such clearing activities were carried out thousands of times, making the survival of the Indians extremely difficult. In order to encourage soldiers to kill Indians, they also provided material rewards. They clearly marked the price on the heads of the Indians, making it almost impossible for these Indians to escape. When the Indians were massacred for the last time, they would not let each other go even if the other side had surrendered.

I am afraid that Americans have not imagined that one day their heads will be marked with a price and be robbed.