WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

26. The German Army held the Luftwaffe in particularly contempt.

Marilyn Monroe returned home with a pout, plopped down on the sofa, and kicked her big leather shoes.

Looking at the tomboy, Jason asked curiously, "What's wrong, Marilyn?"

"Dean downstairs said that Germany wouldn't dare attack Northern Europe because Britain has sent a powerful fleet. They are our allies, and the British navy is very strong. Germany is no match for them."

Haha.

Are children's current conversations influenced by adults' opinions?

"Didn't you say it was your dad who predicted it?" Jason asked curiously.

Sean glanced at Marilyn with amusement. The environment will always influence the subjective thinking of the next generation, at least for a period of time, and that's nothing to worry about.

In terms of personal relationships, the United States is indeed close to the British lineage, which is a blood relation.

"Don't argue with Dean, you're both just kids," Sean comforted Monroe.

"No, I told you it was Sean who predicted it, but he said your father was just lucky to predict the Polish war, but it's different in Northern Europe, they don't border Germany."

He said Sean was just a lucky dockworker.

No wonder Marilyn Monroe was angry; the other party had escalated to a personal attack.

What's wrong with being a porter? He earns his living with his own hands, even as an orphan.

Sean's father disappeared during World War I, and his pregnant mother, unable to have an abortion, abandoned him at the church door. This woman abandoned herself.

He grew up in a church and later started working in his teens. What does a job matter when a child needs to survive?

Sean sold newspapers and delivered milk; he hadn't wronged anyone.

With fame comes trouble, haha, I've experienced it myself.

Sean just smiled faintly, though he was unhappy inside. If the child thought this way, the adults thought even more so.

No wonder Marilyn Monroe was unhappy.

The following day, a news article titled "Germany is about to send troops to Northern Europe for a quick victory" sparked people's curiosity.

This ordinary commentary was written by a newcomer, but it's quite interesting; he mentions a fascinating name.

Sean Wayne.

A guy who disappeared a long time ago.

"Sean Wayne?"

"I think I've heard of it."

Yes, Sean has been gone for so long that many people have forgotten him.

"Oh, I remember now, the American hero of the Empire."

This peculiar name has once again stirred up people's memories.

Yes, this is unique in the whole world.

Has Sean made another prediction?

"It seems so, but can he be sure?"

"This seems different from the land war, and Britain and France have directly intervened."

"Yes, they intervened. Denmark surrendered in a day? My God."

"No way, they haven't even started fighting yet, and they're already giving up after just one day?"

"Wouldn't that be embarrassing for Britain?"

"Britain had previously promised Finland that it would send an expeditionary force of 2 men. Most of these men remained in Norway and have not yet evacuated. I don't think Germany will choose to attack at this time."

Many people are saying that war is always a favorite topic of conversation among men.

Berlin.

At the highest command, a group of generals from the Navy, Air Force, and Army stared blankly at the Los Angeles Times commentary.

Yes, they are ready to act tonight.

But Sean actually guessed right?

If he hadn't known that the man was a prophet, Hiram would have suspected that someone had leaked their battle plans.

Is this still available?

He even had the idea of ​​killing Sean.

Unfortunately, he knew he couldn't touch Sean when facing Goring, Himram's ally.

And speakers often ask, "When is Sean Wayne arriving? It's been half a year. What have you been doing?"

The two scumbag leaders were covered in sweat.

The army, however, had a good impression of Sean because of Guderian and Manstein.

"This guy is a genius."

Manstein, Germany's most talented and famous general, shook his head and smiled wryly.

With such a predictive method, what secrets are there in our military operations?

No wonder the higher-ups wanted him to take up a post in Germany.

He predicted Denmark would surrender in a day before the war even started.

"As expected of Sean Wayne." Guderian pondered, how did he analyze it?

This is a bit outrageous.

You can predict the course of the battle and its outcome, no problem. But can you predict when the surrender will take place?

Himm glanced furtively at Goring.

Goring shook his head and remained silent. Remembering Goring's words, Hiram understood.

We can't bring Sean over.

If he gets it, wouldn't his plan to become a first-class citizen and make money be exposed?

The best course of action is to let Sean stay in the United States.

Once such an unpredictable fellow arrives, what chance do we have?

Himm agreed with Göring's idea.

You should know that the orator really likes him.

Wouldn't that mean being second only to one person and above ten thousand others?

They wouldn't do anything stupid, but they couldn't move, and they had to speak well of Sean all day long.

It's hard to be a person, it's even harder to be a man, and it's the hardest of all to be a man with ideas.

Melancholy.

The two exchanged a glance, understanding each other without saying a word.

"Hi!"

As a figure entered, everyone stood at attention.

"Tonight, the operation begins."

The speaker pursed his lips, looking at the comments placed in the middle of the desk in the command headquarters.

"Sean, he's here again. Very well, he's predicting once more that we will win the war easily."

I like what he said.

"A noble person. I offered him wealth and power, but he didn't accept them. Instead, he silently supported me from across the ocean. Noble."

"Yes!" Göring said, "Very noble."

"Yes. He's very noble!" Hillam chimed in.

You two.

The army and navy generals gave them a disdainful look. These two were, in effect, the two bigwigs of the SS and Gestapo, who were a check on the Wehrmacht.

Look at these two, they're absolutely top-notch at flattery.

"We will do our best to complete the operation."

The other generals stood tall and spoke.

"Hmm, if we can really resolve this battle quickly and easily, I've decided."

Everyone raised their chins.

"I have decided to award the Knight's Medal to the soldiers who fought in the battle."

Yes, this is the lowest grade; it has no oak leaves, is not gold, not diamonds, and doesn't even have a sword.

"Oh, and our American heroes, I will award them honors."

Another one? Many people turned their heads to look at the speaker.

I need to collect a whole set of these.

Sean is probably the only guy in the Imperial Army who's almost collected a full set of knighthood medals.

No, this guy isn't a soldier.

No, he's even an American.

"Isn't this a bit too hasty?" Hillary asked cautiously. "After all, he's an American."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Göring stepped forward and said, "Air Force, this time we will launch a surprise attack on Oslo. The paratroopers will make a name for themselves. Sean Wayne is the father of the Imperial Airborne Assault Division and the founder of rapid strike capabilities. We will not act rashly."

What are you doing?

Himm looked at his ally. (I've changed the name; it should be Himmler. I'm hesitant to name him explicitly because some things need to be avoided. World War II was a very sensitive time, and every name was carefully chosen, especially those of the Axis powers. I'll use euphemisms for leaders from various countries in the future; there's no other way.)

If I can't make a name for myself in the Air Force, how can I be a first-class person?

If the Air Force isn't as important as Sean says, how will I get more military funding?

We must not be rash, we absolutely must not be rash. From now on, half of the credit for all the Air Force's achievements will go to Sean.

Medals were nothing to Göring; he wanted tangible benefits, money—that was the real deal.

"For our heroes!" the speaker exclaimed, raising his hand excitedly.

"For our hero!" Goring's quick reaction startled everyone.

All the generals looked at Göring with disdain.

Are you serious? You're not serious, are you?

Sean is a fucking American.