Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

On a C-47 transport plane, Sergeant Wilson muttered while packing his parachute bag. "I can't believe it." Their 82nd Airborne Division had just been transferred from a reserve division to an active division, but the first battle was not to fight the Germans, but to fight their own nationals on home soil. What a deal. When he heard about the mission, he thought it was an April Fool's joke. However, as soldiers, they can only obey orders from above.

At this time, a harsh electric bell sounded in the cabin, and the red signal light began to flash.

"Get ready to parachute!" The platoon leader sitting next to the hatch stood up and emphasized again. "What we are facing is a group of brutal thugs who are armed to the teeth. When they land on the ground and see suspicious persons, they immediately open fire! The superiors have said that even if there is accidental injury, you will not be sent to a military court. We must eliminate this group in the shortest possible time. Damn thugs!”

"Understood!" Everyone in the transport plane responded loudly in unison.

The platoon leader nodded with satisfaction and opened the door forcefully, and the cold wind instantly poured into the cabin. After the red signal light turned green, he pushed out the weapons boxes piled next to the cabin door. At this time, U.S. paratroopers were not able to airborne with both men and guns at the same time. They could only put their weapons in a box and search the weapon box after landing. All they had with them was a pistol.

"Jump hop hop!"

Following the urging of the platoon leader, the paratroopers jumped out of the hatch one after another. When it was Wilson's turn, he stepped out of the hatch without hesitation, and immediately felt his body being pulled by a huge force. The parachute opened normally and fell to the ground.

When the height dropped to a few hundred meters, he saw many people playing with things on the rooftops and streets below, and some people pointed at the sky.

"What do these bastards want?" Those who came out for a walk at this time must be thugs. The height dropped to more than 300 meters while muttering. Suddenly, clouds of smoke rose from the ground, and then a huge firework exploded not far below him.

"Oh Shet!!" Wilson's eyes suddenly widened!

What kind of bastard came up with this evil idea? !

boom! boom! boom!

Looking at the fireworks exploding under his feet, Wilson was instantly soaked in cold sweat. In panic, he heard shrill screams in the distance. He looked up and saw that a paratrooper's parachute had turned into a ball of flame and was falling rapidly. He hurriedly opened the parachute, but after a few seconds, The auxiliary parachute was also ignited by the flames on the main parachute, and the whole person fell to the ground with a shrill scream.

"Oh, God!"

boom!

Before he had time to care about the comrade who might be thrown into pieces, a firework exploded not far above his head. The next second, a small flame ignited on his umbrella, and with the wind, it instantly became Raging fire.

"Oh! Damn it!"

The speed of descent suddenly accelerated, and Wilson suddenly panicked. But if he opened the parachute now, he would definitely make the same mistake as his comrade just now. He could only shake the parachute rope desperately, hoping that the flames would dissipate as soon as possible. After finally waiting for the umbrella cover to be burned clean, he hurriedly opened the parachute. At this time, the ground was close at hand. Almost at the same time that the parachute was opened, the person fell to the ground hard, along with the bones of his legs. There was a breaking sound, and Wilson couldn't help but let out a heart-rending scream.

Soon, his screams attracted two strong black men.

At this time, Wilson's pain subsided a little. Looking at the two strong men, he realized that something was wrong. The way these two people walked and the evil aura exuding from their bodies were obviously battle-hardened veterans, not ordinary thugs. "Who the hell are you bastards?!"

The two big black men looked at each other and smiled. One of them rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thick arms and the tattoos on his arms. "Do you know him? A Yankee?"

"Hand of Danru?" Wilson's expression suddenly changed. "You are the French Foreign Legion?!"

The French Foreign Legion is the most prestigious in the world. Its combat capability is even more powerful than that of the U.S. Marine Corps. It is considered one of the most elite troops in France.

The history of the French Foreign Legion can be traced back to 1831.

Previously, the famous "July Revolution" broke out in France, which overthrew the Bourbon dynasty, drove away French King Charles VII, and established the July Dynasty with Philip I as the new king. As soon as the July Dynasty was established, it faced internal and external troubles and the situation was turbulent. On the one hand, the remnants of the Bourbon dynasty still had considerable power. On the other hand, the republicans and more radical factions were eyeing the overthrow of the July Monarchy.

In order to maintain governance, Philip I approved the establishment of a standing foreign legion on March 1 of that year. The Foreign Legion used the same weapons and equipment as the French army. At the end of that year, the first Foreign Legion was sent to Algeria in northern Africa to maintain the rule of the French colony.

For more than 100 years, the French Foreign Legion has appeared on various battlefields and participated in the Algerian War, the Crimean War, the Mexican War, the Franco-Prussian War, the First and Second World Wars, the Congo War, the Bosnian War, the Gulf War, etc. .

It's just that such an elite legion is not very popular in France. One of the reasons is that when the soldiers in the legion are loyal, they are not loyal to France, but shout "The legion is my motherland!". Because the Foreign Legion is a legion that has been "exiled" in disguise from the mainland, they were formed to eliminate domestic "desperados" (radicals, revolutionaries and soldiers who were forcibly retired); Marshal Soulte formed the Foreign Legion At that time, he said: "Since they want to fight, let them go to the North African colonies to bleed or dig sand!", so the Foreign Legion was permanently dispatched abroad.

As for the totem "Hands of Danjo" tattooed on their bodies, it originated from the Mexican War in 1861.

In the Mexican village of Camerone, a small-scale battle took place. Danjou, a 26-year-old veteran, led 65 of his men to pick up the transport team, but was surrounded by 1,500 Mexican soldiers (originally planning to attack the French camp).

The Mexican soldiers shouted to them to surrender, and Danjou's reply was "We would rather die!".

So the two sides started a fierce battle, and Dan Ru was killed soon. His successor, Lieutenant Wei Lun, was also killed in the battle. When his successor Maude took over the command, there were only 5 soldiers left, and the 9-hour battle took All their ammunition was gone. The only six men left launched a final hand-to-hand charge against the Mexican army...

After the war, a survivor brought back Danjou's prosthetic arm (Danjou had lost his left arm during the early fighting in Sevastopol and had a prosthetic hand fitted at the time), and the prosthetic arm became a totem of the Foreign Legion. , representing "the indomitable fighting spirit."

"You..." Wilson was about to say something when one of the black men had already raised the spring rifle in his hand. "Where does all this nonsense come from."