Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

A secret airport on the Iranian border.

Fred, who had been promoted to platoon leader, was loudly reminding his soldiers. "Everyone, check your weapons! This is not a drill. If something goes wrong, your lives will be lost! Especially cold-proof clothing. The temperature over there is more than ten degrees below zero. If you forget to bring cold-proof clothing, you will freeze to death. There!"

They first took a train through Italy to a Mediterranean port, and then took a ship to Saudi Arabia in the Middle East. Then they crossed the vast desert, passed through Iraq and entered Iran, and then from the southern end of Iran to the northern end. It was a long journey.

After checking the weapons and equipment in his leg pockets, Fred led his soldiers to the take-off area to prepare for boarding.

A huge fleet of fighter jets was already hovering over the airport, and bombers took off quickly on the runway to form formations and fly to the Iran-Soviet border.

The Soviet soldiers stationed at the border immediately discovered these huge fleets of aircraft flying over the border. They hurriedly wanted to report to the headquarters, but they could not get through by phone or by radio.

At this time, Commander Levandovsky and the political commissar in the headquarters discussed how to deal with these reactionary forces.

"Should we report it to Moscow first?"

The political commissar thought for a moment and shook his head. "Comrade Commander, Comrade Stalin has many things to do every day, so there is no need to bother him with such a small matter. It's not like we have never dealt with this situation before. Wouldn't it be better to report it after we have solved the matter beautifully?"

"Comrade Political Commissar said so." Commander Levandovsky nodded. "Then I declare a curfew in Georgia." He picked up the phone and prepared to issue an order, but frowned. "What's going on? Why can't I get through the phone?"

Just as he was about to ask someone to check the phone line, bursts of gunfire suddenly rang out outside.

"What's going on!" This is the headquarters, why are there gunshots? ! Could it be that those reactionary forces have rushed to the headquarters to act wild? !

Commander Levandovsky quickly walked to the window and looked out. They were no reactionary forces, but a group of Soviet soldiers. They surrounded the headquarters, pointing their guns at the headquarters building. Several guards had fallen in the yard.

"Are they crazy?!" Commander Levandovsky was shocked and angry. Just as he turned and walked towards the door, he was grabbed by the political commissar. "Comrade Commander, something is wrong! You can't go out!"

Of course, the headquarters was surrounded by people and the guards were killed. Is this satisfactory?

Commander Levandovsky angrily slapped the political commissar's hand away. "What's wrong! They are my soldiers, how dare they rebel?!"

But before he could reach the door, there were chaotic footsteps in the corridor outside the door. The office door was kicked open, and several soldiers with live ammunition rushed in and pointed their guns at Commander Levandovsky and the political commissar.

Commander Levandovsky shouted. "Are you going to rebel?! Put down the guns!!" It can be seen from their badges that these soldiers belong to the 47th Infantry Division. "Call your teacher here, what is he going to do?!"

"Of course you are doing what a Georgian should do." With a cold voice, Lomonosov of the 47th Infantry Division walked in from the door.

"Lomonosov, you..." Commander Levandovsky was about to scold him when Lomonosov took out his pistol and pointed it at the political commissar behind Commander Levandovsky. "Damn Stalin's lackey, I will execute you in the name of the people of Georgia!" After saying that, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom!

There was a gunshot, and a bloody hole appeared on the political commissar's forehead. The political commissar looked at Lomonosov in disbelief and slowly fell down.

Seeing Lomonosov kill the political commissar with just one shot, Commander Levandovsky turned pale. "Lomonosov, are you trying to commit treason?!"

Lomonosov said proudly. "No, I am loyal to my country, but not the Soviet Union, but Georgia!"

"You're crazy!" Commander Levandovsky cried out. Although Lomonosov is a Georgian, he has always been a loyal revolutionary comrade. Why is he suddenly rebelling now? "Do you know how Comrade Stalin treats traitors?"

Lomonosov sneered. "Of course, shoot me and send all my family to Siberia."

"How dare you know that..." Before he could finish his words, a dull rumble was heard outside, like thunder. A proud smile appeared on Lomonosov's face. "Comrade Commander, you ask me how I dare? This is why I dare."

Looking in the direction of his finger, Commander Levandovsky saw a group of black aircraft flying in the distant sky, and understood instantly. "You colluded with the Germans!"

Lomonosov put the pistol back in its holster. "Collusion is too ugly. To be precise, it is cooperation. The Germans want to occupy the Baku oil fields and cut off the Soviet Union's oil supply, but we want to establish an independent country. We all need to take what we want."

Commander Levandovsky gritted his teeth. "It's simply wishful thinking. There are bombs installed in the Baku oil fields. They can detonate the oil fields at any time. The Germans will get nothing. How long do you think the news of the rebellion can be concealed? Maybe Comrade Stalin has already got the news and is dispatching troops to annihilate it in the future. You! And there are five divisions of troops here who will surround you!"

Lomonosov said leisurely. "You don't have to worry about this. Do you think I don't know that there is a bomb installed in the Baku oil field? There are many of our people in the oil field. Even if it is detonated, it will only destroy one-third of the oil field at most; if you are lucky, If so, we can even take over the oil field intact.

Besides, what if you succeed in blowing up the oil field? The Germans are not short of oil, they just spend more manpower and material resources to rebuild the oil fields. As for the reinforcements you mentioned, it doesn't hurt to tell you now. The German army will send paratroopers to block the passage of the Greater Caucasus Mountains. Whether the reinforcements can come is a question, let alone annihilate us. "

"As for the five divisions you mentioned..." Lomonosov listened for a while. "Did you hear the explosion? I have handed over the military deployment map of Georgia to the Germans. I'm afraid those five divisions are now being bombed indiscriminately by German bombers." After saying that, he ignored the pale-faced Lie. Commander Wandowski waved his hand. "Take it with you and keep it under good supervision. The commander is a gift to the Germans. The Germans should be very interested."

When all the bombers took off, it was the transport aircraft formation's turn.

What Fred and others are going to take is an improved version of the JU52 transport plane, or to be precise, an enlarged version. The original single engine with a power of 660 horsepower was changed to 1,100 horsepower, and the fuselage was also enlarged. It can transport a platoon of troops at a time, and the speed and protection performance are also greatly improved. Due to the enlarged shape of the JU52 transport aircraft, it was nicknamed "The Fat Aunt Juncker" by the paratroopers.

Stepping on simple ladders, one by one Fred's paratroopers struggled to climb up Juncker's fat aunt's hatch, which was still not very spacious.

Christmas carols were playing from the loudspeakers in the cabin, and Fred couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This is already my second time spending Christmas in a foreign country. ("Mesak" passed through our city today, and the entire city had a power outage. It was restored just now. I will update it today, sorry)