Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Prime Minister Macdonald frowned and thought for a long time, then suddenly relaxed. "It must be very slow, right? Nothing to be afraid of, nothing to be afraid of." 150 tons sounds very scary, but if its mobility is about the same as that of a turtle, what is the difference between it and a fixed turret? There are ways to destroy this overweight tank.

Yannick said slowly. "The speed is 40 kilometers per hour. Is it very slow? And the armor thickness is more than 200MM. Do you have a cannon that can penetrate it?"

Now Prime Minister Macdonald was really surprised. "Speed ​​40 kilometers per hour? Impossible! How can they develop such an engine with their industrial standards?" What tank engine can drive a tank of more than 150 tons to a speed of 40 kilometers per hour? Is it possible that the Soviet engine technology surpassed that of Europe? ? How is it possible, how could those Slavic beasts build such an awesome engine!

I don’t know either, I’m just talking nonsense right now. "I heard it was installed on the engine of a warship."

"..." Prime Minister McDonald thought about it carefully and felt that it was not impossible. 150 tons, think about that volume, is it enough to install a small warship engine?

Yannick drank the drink in his glass. "Maybe the day when their 'super tanks' are officially mass-produced is when they invade Europe. If we are not prepared, we will only be swallowed up by their torrent of steel. Well, there is one more thing. Your country thinks it will be peaceful. That would be a big mistake. Do you think they only have the Army’s super tanks?”

Prime Minister Macdonald raised his eyelids, feeling an uneasy feeling in his heart, and asked hurriedly. "What's the meaning?"

"The Soviets have a drawing of a 'super battleship'. Do you want to hear its data?" Yannick once again frightened the prime minister by showing the data of the "super battleship". Looking at Prime Minister Macdonald's pale face with a few drops of sweat, he suppressed the smile in his heart.

"..." Prime Minister McDonald was really shocked by the data of this "super battleship". My mind was a little confused, and it took me a while to think of a key question. "How did His Highness know so clearly?" These should be Soviet secrets. How did the Germans know it in such detail? It was as if those design drawings were placed on his desk?

Yannick snapped his fingers at the waiter in the distance, replaced the drink with a new one, and then spoke slowly. "Prime Minister, you don't have to doubt it, because we provided those drawings."

"You!!" If it weren't for his identity, Prime Minister McDonald would really want to pick up Yannick's collar and slap him hard in the face, loudly asking what on earth do you bastards want to do? ! Are you going to drag the whole of Europe with you? !

Seeing Prime Minister Macdonald's eyes almost bursting with fire, Yannick said with an innocent face. "We are helpless. The economic crisis is sweeping the world. If we don't find a way, our family will become another Louis XVI. The Soviets offered an irresistible price, and we have to agree. I also I can tell you that the Soviet Union also wants to get the blueprints of a 'super bomber' from us. Although we don't have a clue yet, if we can't divert the attention of the people at home, then the people's pressure may turn into our motivation. Really Maybe he can design the blueprints."

Is there even a "super bomber"? However, he also heard that this drawing could not be designed yet, and asked quickly. "How to transfer?"

Yannick sighed inwardly, having been in ink all night, and finally came to an idea. "The Rhineland. If we can get the Rhineland back, the German people will be excited for at least a while. If we don't talk about it for a year, it will be fine for at least half a year."

After waiting for a long time, there was no reaction from Prime Minister Macdonald. He just drank there with an expressionless face.

Yannick knew that he would not say anything today, so he bowed slightly, indicating that he had nothing more to say, and turned to leave. When he came to the table filled with all kinds of exquisite pastries, he picked up the small silver plate next to him and picked up a few small pastries.

Mudd, these old foxes! !

If we can land in the UK and exterminate you in the future, we will definitely arrest you, whip you severely, and then throw you into a concentration camp and work as coolies until you die! !

He took a bite of the pastry bitterly, cursing in his heart as he heard a timid childish voice behind him. "Your Highness Yannick?"

"??" Yannick turned his head and saw a fair and beautiful girl who was only six or seven years old standing there timidly.

Hey, whose lolita is this? She looks so beautiful at such a young age, she will definitely be a great beauty in the future. Yannick bent down, with a friendly (guai) and amiable (shu) smile on his face. "Little sister, do you know me? What's your name?"

The little loli replied shyly. "My name is Elizabeth."

Elizabeth? It seems that only one person can participate in a banquet of this level. "Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor?"

Seeing the little girl nodding her head happily, Yannick almost laughed out loud. It turned out to be the Queen who had a long standby time in later generations. "Your Excellency, Princess Elizabeth, do you have anything to do with me?"

Elizabeth quickly took out a book from her cute satchel, which was the English version of "The Little Prince". Yannick understood immediately at first glance. It turned out that this Loli princess was also a little girl who loved reading. You must have asked him for an autograph?

Elizabeth held the book in her hand to her face. "Did you write this book, Your Highness Yannick?"

Yannick nodded. "Of course, Your Excellency Princess Elizabeth likes this book?"

Elizabeth nodded vigorously. "I like it! Can you sign it for me?"

"That's my honor." Yannick took the book and pen and asked while signing. "Do you like this kind of plot, Princess? I've recently been imagining a new adventure fairy tale. Would it be okay for Your Majesty to be the protagonist?"

"Wow!" Elizabeth covered her mouth with her little hand and asked in disbelief after a long while. "Is it really possible?"

"Of course, how about we pull the strings." There's nothing wrong with it, just change the name. Yannick stretched out his hand to pull the hook with her. "But Your Majesty, Princess, you don't need to call me Your Highness. It's strange to call me that. We are still related. Can you call me brother?"

Elizabeth agreed obediently. "Brother Yannick."

"How sweet. Did Elizabeth come alone?"

"My mother brought me here." He pointed in a direction.

"Fuck, what a goddess!" Looking in the direction Elizabeth pointed, Yannick's eyes suddenly went straight.

Although there are four beautiful secretaries who are as beautiful as flowers and jade who follow him all day long, which improves his aesthetic sense, she still makes people feel bright. In particular, she exudes an elegant and noble temperament. That kind of elegance is enough to make all men feel ashamed, and that kind of nobility is enough to make all men stop and watch from a distance.