WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

64. The Germans' Striving for Excellence Every Day

In Berlin, an army soldier rushed into Erich's office in a panic, his appearance arousing the curiosity of Manstein and others.

"What's wrong?"

General Ehrlich put down the battle report he was holding.

"Report, Supreme Command has received a telegram from Los Angeles?"

"Is it about our sir?"

Manstein became interested. He walked up to the soldier, picked up the telegram from his hand, and became more and more surprised as he read it.

He kept chanting "beyond visual range combat" and "detect and destroy".

"What's wrong with you?" General Erich noticed that Manstein's expression was off.

"A genius, a true genius."

Manstein was deeply impressed by Sean's information warfare approach, which was ahead of its time.

"Mr. Sean is indeed a genius." Erich thought that Manstein had once again seen Sean's ingenious ideas, after all, night vision devices, sights, and rapid reaction forces were all his creations.

"No, we were wrong, we didn't understand enough," Manstein said loudly.

"What do you mean?"

Count Lightning turned around and looked at the general with a serious expression.

"We don't have a deep enough understanding of Sean's integrated operations. I thought his theory was similar to my Blitzkrieg, armored groups coordinating with the air force."

But I was wrong; he thought further ahead than I expected.

His decentralized communication command chain is the true core of system-of-systems warfare, turning the communication chain into a communication network, where every grassroots combat unit becomes a tactical node. A genius, an unparalleled genius.

This is groundbreaking thinking.

We haven't done enough, far from enough.

I haven't grasped the true essence of a systematic approach.

Count Lightning looked regretful.

"What did you say?" Erich stood up excitedly.

"The communication and command system needs to be improved and developed to the grassroots level to form a network structure. This will enable more flexible coordination and timely delivery of firepower and support. This is the foundation of a systematic approach, which we have not paid enough attention to."

I originally thought that as long as I had a large number of armored vehicles and tanks, I could clear the road, but the Battle of Lublin made me realize that my tactics were not flexible enough and there were still ways to defend.

Only through flexible coordination can all units function as a unified whole.

"To attack where you point is the true meaning of 'detect and destroy.'"

Ehrlich carefully accepted the comments, becoming increasingly surprised as he read on.

Yes, just as Manstein said, while they were proud of the success of their armored group tactics, Sean had already stepped into a completely new field.

Information-based warfare.

This is a dimensional reduction attack.

"Gentlemen, I believe that the legendary genius has shown us a new direction for the German Army. I urge you all to work together with him."

Let us make the German Army the best in the world.

"yes!"

The entire Army Department was in an uproar.

"This time, our army will apply for medals for the heroes."

"That's how it should be," Manstein said firmly. We can't let the Air Force gain an advantage. Actually, we Army soldiers also listened to his advice.

The meticulous Germans re-examined their shortcomings.

The legendary genius Sean became a beacon of light in their eyes.

The guiding light, however, showed no sign of self-realization.

Sean Wayne is now at odds with Italy.

Sitting in the editor-in-chief's office of the Los Angeles Times, the wicked businessman smiled as he poured Sean a rich cup of coffee.

The rushing water echoed through the office, but couldn't drown out O'Connor's laughter.

"What are you laughing at? I didn't know Italy would suddenly declare war."

"Hahaha," O'Connor laughed incessantly, pushing the coffee towards Sean. "Didn't you say they wouldn't fight?"

"I mean they won't fight now."

Yes, history has played a cruel joke on us this time.

Italy, which was originally scheduled to declare war next month but would only drag out the fighting for four or five days at the end of the month, is now acting like it's been injected with adrenaline.

Blame me?

Sean was both amused and exasperated, and could only awkwardly pull up his pants.

"So you're planning to retaliate today?" This was exactly what O'Connor wanted to see. When Sean faced Italy, public opinion in both countries would reach a new peak, just like it had been with France before.

The evil merchant's eyes were filled with the gleam of gold coins.

"Yes, Italy will be defeated by France, achieving nothing, at most taking a few villages."

puff!

O'Connor spat out a mouthful of coffee. "A few villages?"

Are you serious? This is France's darkest hour. Army morale is low, and the air force has suffered heavy losses. Do you really think Italy can't win?

"Yes," Sean replied affirmatively. The Battle of the Alps, the most insignificant and easily forgotten battle in French history, is actually a joke.

This also demonstrated the tenacity and fighting spirit of the French army.

"Okay, I also want to know if this curse will work on Italy this time, hahaha."

At the same time, in Italy.

Cook flipped through his notebook with his fingers, then spat, smoothed his hair, and walked toward the two Italian soldiers.

The man leaned against the truck, lazily watching the girls pass by, and even greeted them.

Oh My God.

Cook pulled out a pack of cigarettes, handed it to the soldier, and showed him official Italian credentials proving he was a third-party journalist.

After the Italians confirmed that the other person was American, their first question was, "Do you know Sean Wayne?"

"I don't know him, but I know him."

"Oh, that damn guy, because of him we're going to war, but we don't want to fight. Sean Wayne is a cancer of war."

"so what?"

"So we didn't act even after receiving the order; the quartermaster dawdled for a whole day before finally coming out to purchase supplies."

Are you making purchases? Is this confidential?

The Italian soldier suddenly smiled, gently lit a cigarette, and took a satisfying drag. "There's no need to keep the purchase of alcohol, pasta, and coffee a secret."

"So you even bought alcohol? Are you serious? Drinking on the battlefield?"

"You only dare to go for it when you're drunk."

That made sense, but it sounded strange. Cook still asked out of curiosity, "You're going to fight in the Alps, where it's cold. Aren't you going to buy winter clothing?"

"No, we need alcohol and coffee; we've run out of money."

I misheard, didn't I? You must have misheard. You'd rather have alcohol than buy warm clothes? And you've already spent the money?

Cook looked bewildered; Italians are indeed romantic.

"Would you like to come with us?" the soldier asked.

Together? To become war correspondents?

Cook hesitated.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. The French will just stay in their fortifications."

"Alright." The Italians' confidence gave Cook confidence, after all, Italy was the one attacking, and France was currently in a predicament and would not take the initiative to attack Italy.

The Italian soldier happily pulled his American friend to find the quartermaster.

After explaining their purpose, the Italians were delighted that Cook was going to their unit, and they didn't forget to give him a word of advice.

"Remember to send a comment to the United States. We need to give that stinky face of Sean Wayne a good slap. It's all because of him. He was wrong this time. We dare to fight France. You need to let the Americans know that he was actually very wrong. We Italians are very good at fighting."

"OK."

Cook excitedly followed the other party to the camp, feeling that this was his chance to make a name for himself.

Watching the Italians carry wine, pasta, and coffee into the warehouse, and take out some weapons and ammunition, placing them in the open space of the camp and covering them with tarpaulins.

Cook was shocked. "Why did you bring the equipment out?"

"Because there's nowhere to store the wine and coffee, they can't get wet in the rain."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, we are taking this very seriously. There shouldn't be any problems. We'll be marching soon, so this is considered advance preparation."

My God, Cook felt like he had fallen into a terrible vortex. Sean seemed to be right; Italy was a bit of a mystery.