WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

32 You're in trouble.

Let's go back three hours.

When the Supreme Command decided to celebrate.

Himm cautiously approached the speaker.

He knew that Your Excellency was pleased, and that nothing he said at this moment would displease him.

"Your Excellency, I have a small suggestion."

"Go on," the speaker said, his eyes closed, listening to music, his facial muscles relaxed, clearly in a good mood.

"This great victory for the air force is entirely due to the outstanding talent and foresight of the Imperial hero, Sean Wayne."

Himm carefully observed the speaker's expression.

"Um."

The speaker agrees with this point.

"In Lord Sean Wayne's theory, besides the Air Force, there is actually another very crucial point."

"Information technology".

Damn!

Himm was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected the speaker to be so familiar with Sean's comments.

"Information technology is very important. In particular, we can enhance communications through radio stations. What about battlefield transparency?"

"What do you want to say, Himm?" the speaker asked, opening his eyes.

"Battlefield transparency is part of Sean's theory, and in modern warfare, excellent battlefield awareness is essential."

Radar, communications, sonar, and actually, intelligence.

Yes, every country has intelligence agencies.

The saying goes, "An army marches on its stomach."

Here, "supplies" refers to logistics.

Intelligence is a crucial element in this process. It involves understanding the enemy's geography, climate, culture, transportation, customs, and even their language. This is a massive data collection project, and it's not enough to just collect data; analysis is also essential.

They even infiltrated the organization to obtain core intelligence.

The speaker certainly understood the importance of intelligence. He also understood Himmler's meaning: he wanted resources.

"The reason for the invasion of Finland by the north this time is that they are not familiar with the geographical environment of Karelia. There are a lot of lakes, forests, and even snowy environments that are not suitable for armored tanks."

This also exposed the North's weak fighting capacity; even a million men could suffer heavy losses against a million civilians.

Hiram, however, was unaware that his underestimation of the North led to a huge mistake later on.

He was also unaware that his intelligence work was a complete mess, and he didn't consider the consequences when he mocked others.

The speaker laughed; he knew what Himm meant.

The speaker didn't mind, because the force under Himm's command wasn't the IDF, but his own Independent Guard.

"I understand, you can submit a report."

"Thank you, Your Excellency. Sean is indeed a genius; his talent astounds me. The Empire needs someone like him."

Haha.

These words struck a chord with the speaker.

"Yes, I like him very much, it's a pity he never came to Europe."

"Then win him over with sincerity."

"you mean?"

"Give him the regular knight's medal as promised, and then give him Moritz Castle."

"That castle outside Berlin? Didn't I give you a castle?"

That's Archduke Ferdinand's castle.

"But that's in the Czech Republic. We need him to come to Berlin. There's no one more suitable than Moritz. We can't give him Charlottenburg Palace."

We certainly can't give him the Bellevue Palace.

He needs a place to live.

Moritz Castle is only a little over 100 kilometers from Berlin, which suits him perfectly.

"Okay, what about the medals? What's the reason? The Army guys are really unhappy right now."

"His Excellency Sean has made outstanding contributions to the concept of informationized warfare, which is unrelated to this operation."

"Okay, I hope he can come soon. I really want to see him. I'm going to invite him to my party. We should have a lot to talk about. I can't wait."

"I will do well."

After saying that, Hiram smiled faintly, and as they passed Gorin, they exchanged a look that said, "You little brat."

Sean has earned another medal.

He managed to collect a complete set of the standard version.

We're just a few more sword-themed items away from completing the Grand Slam.

Sean had no interest in paying attention to Germany's bizarre actions.

After getting up in the morning, he took a frying pan, put in butter, fried the bacon, heated up the tortillas on the side, and scrambled the eggs.

Tortilla rolls filled with eggs and bacon.

It looks a bit greasy, but that's how foreigners usually eat.

It's simple, quick, and much better than eating oatmeal.

Sean took out the milk from the refrigerator.

This new Freon refrigerator isn't cheap.

He is quite satisfied with his current life. He turned his life around in the shortest amount of time. Although he is still in debt, he can pay off his loans as long as he perseveres.

He was a landlord; he owned an apartment building and a castle.

After the war, I'll settle things at the Czech castle, turn it into a museum and charge admission, and then live a life of leisure.

Sean was making plans for the future.

"Sean, things have changed in Norway."

is it?

Sean frowned slightly.

He wiped his hands and went into the living room, where Marilyn Monroe was holding a newspaper.

"News from Europe: The garrison at Narvik has issued a declaration that they will never surrender."

Never give in?

Yes, this is the quote that Norway said after Denmark surrendered.

Unexpectedly, even with the royal family members arrested, they still decided to fight to the end.

Soldiers who possess the spirit of protecting their country deserve respect.

In this sense, history truly possesses the ability to self-correct.

Sean kept laughing.

Your own cheat codes won't disappear because history has a strong inertia.

There is an indescribable force at work preventing the emergence of a fictitious history.

Sean was very satisfied with this test; he got the result he wanted.

"Why are you laughing? The changes in Norway indicate that Germany's decapitation strike has failed."

Seeing Sean's indifferent expression, Monroe was a little confused about what he was thinking.

"There was no failure. From a military perspective, this decapitation strike was a great success, even textbook-perfect. The change was unrelated to the objective of the operation, and the objective was perfectly achieved."

This is just a minor flaw.

Of course, for Germany to completely conquer Norway, it would have to pay a price, which would likely take about two months.

"Okay, while I was outside, they didn't bring up the topic with you."

Sean raised his chin triumphantly, because his previous analysis had been too astonishing.

Everyone was stunned.

Change does not negate the fact that predictions were wrong; now they don't question themselves so easily.

"What are you going to do next?"

"Me? I didn't expect that. But you need to study hard. I hope you can get into university."

"But I'd rather go to Hollywood, even if it's just to be a photographer."

Hearing Marilyn Monroe's words, Sean couldn't help but sigh at the inertia of history. He hadn't originally planned to let the little guy get involved in the entertainment industry because it was a mixed bag.

Do you like Hollywood?

"Yes," Marilyn nodded. "I used to love spending time on set. They all liked me, and I felt very happy."

Sean wants to say that the film and television industry is not actually glamorous; behind the glamorous exterior may lie bitterness and helplessness.

But when he saw the expectant look in Marilyn Monroe's eyes, he gave up.

I am not a monster parent.

"Okay, do what you want."

"Thank you, Sean." Marilyn happily hugged Sean's neck.

"Actually, I'm quite rich." Sean proudly raised his chin. "You won't run into any trouble, I swear."

"Hehe." Marilyn put down the newspaper, pointed to the table, and said, "Where's my burrito?"

"Do it yourself, you're an adult now."

I hate you.

Sean proudly grabbed his burrito and ran out of the apartment.

He still has to keep running today.

After driving around, Sean returned to his apartment, opened his car door, and decided to go to the Los Angeles Times to finalize the price of the commentary.

His target wasn't fifty dollars; he wasn't that cheap.

The Mercedes 770 starts.

We've only driven a few blocks.

A police officer waved his hand, signaling Sean to move aside.

The officer looked at the luxury car, bent down, and said, "Sir, your license plate isn't from Los Angeles."

"What did you say?"