Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Ambassador Lucas finished his breakfast leisurely and came to the office. As soon as he took off his coat, the phone on the table rang.

"It must be that annoying Salazar again." Lucas muttered to himself. Lucas hung up his coat and hat slowly and asked his secretary to prepare a cup of coffee before walking to his desk and picking up the phone.

"Mr. Ambassador," as he expected, it was Salazar who called.

Lucas resisted the urge to hang up the phone and said coldly. "Your Excellency, Deputy Head of State, I say you..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Salazar. "Mr. Ambassador, I am not selling you information. This information has now expired and is worthless."

"Oh?" Ambassador Lucas felt a little gloating, what bullshit information had expired in just a few hours. "Then since it is worthless, can you tell me, Mr. Deputy Head of State?"

"Of course it's no problem. I can't wait to lay eggs after they've expired." Deputy Head of State Salazar said happily. "You can turn on the radio now and listen to the German radio and you will find out." After speaking, Ambassador Lucas hung up the phone without waiting for any reaction.

"Impolite guy." Ambassador Lucas curled his lips, turned on the radio, and tuned to the German radio channel. "...'Lexington', 'Saratoga', 'Ranger', 'Yorktown', 'Enterprise' aircraft carrier; 'Colorado', 'Maryland', 'Civil Gee' The USS Nea and the battleship USS Tennessee...have all been sunk..."

Listening to the familiar names of battleships, Ambassador Lucas frowned more and more, wondering why the Germans were pronouncing these battleship names. But when I heard the last sentence, I felt as if my brain had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, and I staggered and almost fell to the ground.

How can it be? !

When did such a large-scale naval battle occur? How come he didn't know about it? !

After standing still for a long time, Ambassador Lucas finally recovered and hurriedly called Salazar. "Your Excellency, Deputy Head of State, what on earth is going on?!"

"Oh, you don't know yet." Salazar said leisurely. "It's a very simple thing. President Roosevelt secretly sent a fleet to seize Greenland, but the Germans got the information in advance and set up an ambush in advance. As a result, your fleet was completely wiped out. I called the last two times Didn’t you already tell me that it’s about the fleet? You didn’t tell President Roosevelt, right? Tsk, so the Germans should reward you with a medal.”

The secretary who happened to come in to deliver coffee saw Ambassador Lucas's face turned pale, and he seemed to have lost his soul. "Mr. Lucas, are you okay?"

Lucas waved his hand mechanically, signaling for her to go out. The secretary didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she quickly put down her coffee and left.

Just listen to Salazar on the other end of the phone still talking leisurely. "Mr. Ambassador, you'd better send a telegram to the country and ask President Roosevelt to prepare more coffins. I heard that the Germans did not capture prisoners of war, which means that they may have all been buried in the sea; tsk, your country's coffin industry You are about to make a small fortune. Oh, by the way, finally prepare a coffin for yourself. If the families of the victims know that you have neglected your duties, they will definitely want to eat your flesh and bones. Maybe Even your family will be implicated by you, tsk tsk.”

Lucas felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body was freezing.

"Of course, if Mr. Ambassador cherishes his own life, we can still have a talk."

Lucas asked hurriedly, as if grasping a life-saving straw. "How to talk about it?"

There was a creepy and sinister laughter on the other end of the phone. "Then it depends on the choice of Mr. Ambassador. If Mr. Ambassador feels that the lives of himself and his family are higher than the interests of the country, then come to my house tonight and we will discuss it in detail."

"..." Lucas was not an idiot. He vaguely guessed the meaning of Salazar's words. His whole body seemed to be deflated and he suddenly collapsed on the chair.

After being stunned for a long time, he finally gathered some strength and called his secretary. "Send a telegram to Washington and say that the fleet bound for Greenland has been completely destroyed."

Washington, Pentagon.

The atmosphere in the war room was extremely depressing at the moment, and there was no news about the fleet so far, leaving everyone at a loss.

Just as everyone was discussing whether to send a reconnaissance plane to conduct investigation, the presidential secretary hurried in with a panic look on his face. "Mr. President, Mr. President! The ambassador to Spain just sent a telegram saying that the German broadcaster is celebrating the annihilation of our fleet in the waters of Greenland!"

"What!" Roosevelt was shocked. He felt something exploded in his head, his eyes dimmed for a while, and he slowly fell down.

"Mr. President! Mr. President!"

The entire war room suddenly became a mess, and everyone rushed President Roosevelt out of the war room and sent him to the hospital.

Ernest was the only one left in the huge war room. He looked at the sand table in front of him with dull eyes and kept mumbling. "How could this happen? How could this happen?" Suddenly, he let out a muffled grunt, shook a few times, and fell straight to the floor.

After a while, the two staff officers walked into the war room and saw Ernest lying in front of the sand table. They hurried forward to check, but found that he was already unconscious.

"Hurry, call an ambulance!" One of the tall staff officers was about to run to the phone, but another staff officer grabbed his arm with such force that he frowned. "What are you doing, Martin?!"

The staff officer named Martin silently pulled the tall staff officer to the door, opened a small crack and took a look outside. After making sure that no one was outside, he walked out of the war room, closed the door, and walked quickly to the corner. He walked up the stairs all the way to the rooftop before letting go of his hand.

The tall staff officer rubbed his sore arm and said puzzledly. "What are you doing, Martin?! Where is General Ernest? We have to..."

Before he finished speaking, Martin glared at him. "Shut up, Jones! What else am I asking you to do?! Call him to save him? A bastard like him deserves to be saved?!"

Jones was startled. "you……"

Martin shrugged. "We didn't see anything, right? You forgot Alyssa last time..." The corners of Jones's mouth twitched slightly, a look of anger suddenly appeared on his face, and he gritted his teeth. "This bastard really deserves to die!"

Although Ernest was an undeniably excellent strategist and commander, his conduct was quite bad.

He is a well-known old pervert in the navy. He not only sleeps with his subordinates' wives, but also often sexually harasses them. Officers' wives knew not to sit next to him at events because he would often harass them with his hands under the table.

There was a captain named Paul Peel who socialized more with Ernest. Ernest often went to the Peel couple's farmhouse every time they went to sea. This happened so frequently that during that time Ernest's wife, Mattie, rushed to her husband's office and called Peele's house if she couldn't find anyone.

In addition, he also says one thing and does another. He cannot do what he asks his subordinates to do; he does what he asks his subordinates not to do. Among them, the most typical one is the ban on alcohol. Ernest himself drank frequently and joined a club where he was "drunk every night", but required his subordinates to strictly abide by the prohibition on alcohol.

Unfortunately, the two wives of Martin and Jones could not escape Ernest's clutches. They had already held a grudge against him, and now that they had such a God-given opportunity, they would not let it go.