xymnovel 14. The representative animal of New York is the bird, and yes, we are very proud of it.
14. The representative animal of New York is the bird, and yes, we are very proud of it.
"Would you like some beef?"
"Sean, have some chocolate. It'll give you a lot of energy. One piece will keep you going all day."
"Hey kid, do you exercise regularly? A man needs to have a strong physique."
"Do you like guns? I'll take you to shoot targets."
Throughout the entire journey, Patton kept nagging on and on.
Sean, on the other hand, kept his eyes closed and rested.
I really don't want to talk to him.
Haha, Marilyn Monroe was eating heartily on the side, while Patton had a lot of military supplies in his luggage.
"Sean, how do you fight tanks? I'm talking about plains combat."
"have no idea."
Tell me about it.
"I have no idea."
"So you don't know anything after all, yet you call yourself a military expert," Patton said dismissively. "Tch."
Sean crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.
"If you don't mention the battlefield environment and the balance of power between the two sides, how can I explain it?"
"There's no air force. Only armored units!"
"Armored units also differ, including tractor units, light tanks, and infantry configurations, such as firepower, whether they carry mortars, or individual heavy firepower."
Armored forces are divided into fully armored heavy forces, light armored forces, motorized infantry, and even combined arms units and paratrooper assault light armored forces. What exactly are you talking about?
Patton was stunned. He realized he knew everything, and there were even many of the claims he had never heard before.
What is a paratrooper assault light armored unit?
"How do we deal with tanks?"
"Heavy mines can be used to deal with tanks. Set up minefields to restrict the enemy's area of operation. Once the base is destroyed, the tank becomes an immovable iron coffin."
Moreover, most tanks nowadays are light tanks with low defensive capabilities.
It's no different from a tractor with a turret and machine gun added.
Yes, modern light tanks are ugly and far inferior to later main battle tanks, such as the Leopard 2 or Abrams.
In the early stages of World War II, the German PANZER tank was so ugly it was almost heartbreaking. It wasn't like they had the Tiger tank right from the start. The mainstay of the German forces in the early stages of the war was the Panzer I and Panzer II.
Landmines? Patton knew that. "What other weapons are there?"
"Mortars are one of the most powerful weapons that soldiers carry that can kill tanks."
However, mortars have a drawback: they cannot be precise and can only rely on firepower coverage.
After all, the target is movable.
Ideally, they should carry man-portable anti-tank rockets.
"What's an anti-tank rocket?" Patton asked, mouth agape, looking completely bewildered.
Damn.
Sean opened his eyes, realizing he might have gone a bit too far.
"I'm talking about anti-tank grenades. Using heavy grenades to blow up tanks is inconvenient and has a low hit rate, so it's best to make them into anti-tank grenades and launch large grenades to cause damage."
That's right, these are the earliest anti-tank weapons of World War II, such as the German Panzerfaust and the later famous RPG, all based on the idea of launching grenades.
"You're really smart." Barton gave Sean a thumbs up.
Sean closed his eyes, "I'm fucking not going to talk to you."
The way you're saying that sounds like you're mocking me.
"What if you're facing tanks in the city?"
Haha!
Sean's lips twitched. "Use man-portable anti-tank weapons, such as laying mines in front and using large grenades to attack the rear."
This would paralyze the front and rear of the straight column, turning the mobile tanks and armored vehicles in the middle into immobile turrets, which could then be covered by mortar fire.
"My God, do you already know how to deal with armored forces?"
Barton spoke excitedly, his face flushed.
"You can also use Molotov cocktails or incendiary bombs to turn the driver into a roasted pig."
The most effective way to deal with armored formations is for bombers to drop cluster bombs—I mean submunitions—or napalm bombs.
My God.
Patton was convinced. He knew many of the ways, but ordinary people couldn't possibly know them. Sean wasn't as clueless as he thought.
While other countries were still debating the use of mechanized forces in warfare, Germany was already putting it into practice.
While countries marvel at the power of combined arms operations between armored forces and tanks.
Sean already knows how to deal with the armored regiment.
How to counter a blitzkrieg?
Yes, this is what Patton wanted to know, what the U.S. War Department wanted to understand, and what countries around the world are studying.
With Poland's example before them, everyone was afraid, and they desperately wanted to find a way to counter blitzkrieg.
"Blitzkrieg?" Sean's lips curled into a meaningful smile.
Indeed, in the early stages of World War II, Blitzkrieg was synonymous with invincibility.
France was beaten like a dog.
Despite knowing that Poland had been defeated, France still followed suit. No one knew how to deal with the rapid attacks of mechanized forces, since mechanized warfare was a first in World War II.
But the soul inside Sean's body comes from the future, and Blitzkrieg is not invincible.
It has significant flaws.
It's a pity there were no drones, otherwise the steel torrent would have been utterly crushed.
"Do you know how?" Barton was immediately excited.
"I don't know." Sean kept his mouth tightly shut.
"Tch!" Barton grumbled as he pulled out bags of snacks, feeling like he was being scratched by a cat.
He knew Sean knew, and the kid's smile was eerie.
"Hey kid, Sean, Sean Wayne, we've arrived."
Patton's gruff voice reached my ears.
She slightly opened her eyes.
Marilyn Monroe rested her head on his shoulder, drooling.
The two of them fell asleep just like that.
"Thank you, Barton, we're asleep."
"Don't worry, I'm watching your luggage. Sean, I'm suddenly really looking forward to your speech. I apologize for my previous rudeness. You're a true military expert."
After finishing his speech, the legendary army general picked up his bag and headed for the exit.
Marilyn Monroe wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and squinted her eyes.
Does he accept you?
"Maybe."
"I knew you were the best." Marilyn wrapped her arms around Sean's neck.
"Get off me, you koala."
What is a koala?
"Koalas, animals unique to Australia, are as lazy as pigs."
"No, I'm very hardworking."
"Get down!"
"No way!"
"Haha, Sean, you know so much! What's the representative animal of California?"
"Bear, don't you know the animal that represents California?"
"What about New York?"
Sean stood up, and Marilyn clung to him.
"New York is a fucking idiot. No, it's a bird."
"What number were you talking about just now?"
"No, that's our state bird."
Marilyn Monroe didn't quite understand.
Several well-dressed men nearby lowered their heads, trying to suppress their laughter.
Is that our state bird?
They even subconsciously glanced at their crotches, a sense of pride welling up inside them.
"I don't believe it." Little Monroe clung to Sean's back, gently swinging her legs.
She was only thirteen years old, young, and already somewhat tired.
Sean planned to carry her off the bus.
"My child, what your father said is true; the state bird of New York is the bluebird."
A gentleman standing nearby laughed and spoke.
The bird of this state is not the same as the bird of that state.
"Really? Sean, you know a lot."
Little Marilyn pressed her face against Sean's back.
"Of course I know a lot."
Sean carried Marilyn off the train.
Upon arriving at the exit, two soldiers were holding up signs not far away.
Sean Wayne
"Sean Wayne!" After waiting for a long time without seeing anyone, the two soldiers became anxious and shouted.
"Sean."
"Sean Wayne, the American hero of the Empire, Sean Wayne."
Damn!
Sean raised his hand, his face dark. "I'm here."