xymnovel Chapter 88: The Dream of the First-Class German Luftwaffe Members Fulfilled
Chapter 88: The Dream of the First-Class German Luftwaffe Members Fulfilled
Chapter 89 88 The dream of the German Air Force's elite has been realized
The Supreme Command was indeed very busy. The Italians were an incompetent teammate. They had more troops than Greece, yet they were stubbornly fighting to the death with the enemy in the Albanian direction.
Manstein looked at the latest battle reports, his gaze focused on the defensive line at the Sula Pass.
"The Greek army's strong defenses at the Tosula Pass prevented the Italians from advancing."
"The Italians are terrible at siege warfare," Rommel said, pointing to the Berat Mountains. "We can't assemble a large number of artillery units here, so we have to fight in the mountains. The Italian aircraft are too inefficient."
Hearing the two men's discussion, Guderian, standing to the side, nodded silently. Even his 19th Army would be trapped in the mountains.
Many army generals subconsciously turned to look at Göring, who stood with his hands behind his back in front of the map.
I could almost feel the burning gaze on my back.
Göring was very excited. "Yes, without our air force, how could your army possibly fly?"
The feeling of being a first-class person.
He comes to the headquarters every day for the past few days, doing nothing but standing silently in front of the map for a while, letting the army feel the dazzling presence of the air force.
The air force's achievements in this operation in Greece were brilliant, unprecedented, and astonishing to the world.
That bastard is trying to get attention again.
Ronstadt, the newly appointed Field Marshal, looked down on Göring with utter contempt.
As the superior of two future generals, Guderian and Manstein, Ronstadt was also a troublemaker, often going against the young painter.
His most famous achievement was the Northern Campaign, in which he captured Kiev and took 70 prisoners of war from the north, achieving an unprecedented victory. Yes, he took 70 prisoners of war from the north.
What a tactical genius! Unfortunately, he thought it wasn't the right time, but the bearded man stubbornly dismissed him, insisting on attacking the North.
He was equally dissatisfied with the Battle of Dunkirk, as his men Guderian and Reinhardt were close to the Anglo-French forces. The young artist, however, ordered his armored corps to halt their advance and instead placed the Burke Group in charge.
Ronstadt was filled with resentment because he had lost a golden opportunity.
Now that bastard Göring is showing off his confidence every day.
The air force has recently become the main focus of the Supreme Command.
Ronstadt was very dissatisfied, and he beckoned to Guderian.
Guderian immediately went to Ronstadt's side. "Marshal."
"Go and urge them when the night vision goggles will be equipped for the army. Our tanks and armored vehicles need night combat capabilities."
"clear."
Ronstadt nodded in satisfaction. The army was full of talented people, but the key was trust and funding. In addition to battle achievements, it also needed to be embellished, and the best prop was Sean Wayne.
The young painter had complete faith in the critic; our army could do it too.
Then let's put Sean's label on the project, ask for more military funding, and get it done quickly.
Göring, who was standing to the side, frowned. He was posing perfectly, enjoying the envy of the army, but he couldn't hold back any longer when he heard Ronstadt's words.
He tugged at his coat and walked out of the headquarters. He needed to ask Hanni if there was any new news about Sean Wayne lately.
They saw Marshal Göring leave.
Manstein gave his old superior a thumbs up, "Great job, we didn't know how to get rid of him."
Hahaha, the entire command headquarters of the army and navy burst into laughter at the same time.
At the same time, in Los Angeles, USA, an acquisition agreement was signed with Robert.
Sean returned home satisfied.
Hanni understood and left the room, returning to her own little nest.
He handed the note to a blonde woman on the first floor.
Hanni then approached Sean. "Sir, your item will be delivered soon."
Sean glanced at her without saying a word.
"I don't know anything."
"clear."
Göring received the telegram in his office.
"Jet aircraft? Paratrooper ground guidance beacons?"
"Hahaha, you army bastards, just you wait!" Göring laughed maniacally. "I will make you admit the importance of the air force, make you say it yourselves: without the air force, the army can do nothing. The most important pillar of the Empire is the air force."
There's more military funding now.
Göring happily took the telegram back to the office of the man with the mustache at the Supreme Command.
As he knocked on the door, both the army and navy personnel looked over.
"Come in."
Goring straightened his coat, glancing back at everyone before lifting his chin and pushing open the door.
"Hi little painter!"
"Look at this bastard," the Army and Navy thought to themselves. "What is he so smug about?"
Ronstadt and Admiral William Carraris, the Director of Military Intelligence, walked toward the office door at the same time.
The two looked at each other simultaneously and then smiled knowingly.
The two stood near the door.
"How have you been lately?"
"That's good. How about you? Was the campaign in France tough?"
Ronstadt said nonchalantly, "France is still living in World War I; they are no match for me."
The two chatted idly while eavesdropping.
While they were eavesdropping.
How are you?
An unwelcome voice interrupted from the side; Hiram was also standing by the wall near the doorway.
That's so weird.
Everyone else in the Supreme Command was trying not to laugh.
Were all three bosses eavesdropping? Is that appropriate for your positions?
The Wehrmacht disliked the SS, and Himmler's Gestapo disliked the Naval Intelligence Service even more; these were overlapping units.
Historically, Hillam and William Carraris, who wanted to overthrow the Little Painters, were completely at odds, but now the three of them are standing together happily.
"What's the matter?"
The young painter was in a good mood. The situation in Greece was similar to before, and the empire's victory was just around the corner.
The young painter Göring was tolerant of the story of beheading Athens in two hours.
"His Excellency Sean Wayne believes the best aircraft is a jet."
"Jet aircraft? We seem to have some."
"Yes, the prototype has been test-flown, and now Mercedes-Benz Daimler is developing a real fighter jet."
"We need a bomber for blitzkrieg. Jet planes are fast and suitable for blitzkrieg." Just like in history, the little painter made his choice.
The three people outside the door listened carefully and stopped talking at the same time.
"However, Sean Wayne believes that jet aircraft are currently the most suitable fighter jets, as they can be used for various strikes and also for simple ground support."
"Of course, we also need bombers." This is where Göring's political maneuvering lies; he doesn't oppose the young painters, but at the same time, he expresses his own demands.
Besides, there were multiple research projects and a lot of military funding, so Göring accepted them all.
"Sean Wayne is never wrong." The young painter pondered for a moment. As the leader of the San Dezi gang, the young painter was also a smart man.
"I am a wise leader, unlike the Mexicans."
Hahaha. The three people outside the door laughed at the same time. Did the little painter also care about his opinion in Sean Wayne's heart?
Yes, the little painter didn't want to hear Sean say, "Adolf? That's a stubborn guy who gives orders blindly and never listens to the opinions of his subordinates."
That won't do.
The young painter gave up his insistence.
"His Excellency Sean's opinion of you must be incredibly high."
Göring was flattering him.
They even filmed in the right place.
"Haha," the little painter stood up happily. "We share common interests and a common language. We both love art, unlike the Mexican."
I'm very open-minded. I'll do it according to your idea, report back to me, and it's approved.
Göring clenched his fist happily; he had money again. Jet fighters, bombers, the air force—he wanted them all.
"Then I will immediately have Mercedes-Benz accelerate its research and development."
Are you serious?
You can't be serious, can you?
The three men simultaneously understood each other and cursed inwardly, thinking that this despicable and shameless scoundrel had once again taken advantage of that gentleman.
It turns out that requesting military funding can be this easy.
The three of them simultaneously had the same thought: they'd suffered a huge loss!
"Sir Sean is the best example of military spending." Longstein thought bitterly, realizing he was too late.
The Navy hates it too, Kararis said with a smirk. "We will, we must."
Hiram hardened his resolve: Lord Sean is the light!
Historically, these three later internal enemies of San Dezi were all looking at each other.
Then, without prior arrangement, they all walked towards the door of the Supreme Command's conference room.
My God? What did I just see?
Manstein turned and looked at Rommel with a strange expression.
Rommel also had his mouth open.
How did these three people end up together?
Upon entering the outer bathroom, Hillam stepped inside and said, "Everyone out, I need to smoke."
The officers inside were so frightened that they dropped their cigarettes, stepped out of the room, and their expressions changed when they saw the two bigwigs still outside.
Are they going to relax together?
Himm entered, followed by Ronstadt, and William Carraris closed the door behind him.
"We can no longer let Göring run rampant. He has received tremendous information from His Excellency Sean. The Air Force is now entirely benefiting from His Excellency Sean's ideological guidance."
Himm got straight to the point.
Yes, that shameless scoundrel.
Ronstadt looked at William Carraris; the three of them shared the same thought.
What are your thoughts?
"We got involved too late. I've already appointed Hanni, a core member of the research institute, as the captain of the Shadow Commando. Now I want to upgrade the commando to the Shadow Flag Team and promote her to colonel."
Hiram wants help.
"The Naval Intelligence Service and the Army's Abbotwell have given her authorization," Carlaris said quietly.
"That's not enough, we need to plant our own people!" Ronstadt pointed out incisively.
"I heard that the Air Force has assigned her the newly formed special operations battalion," Himm revealed.
The other two kept their mouths closed, their eyes gloomy.
"We need Sean Wayne just as much."
Yes, this is a consensus among the three.
The benefits should not be monopolized by the Air Force.
"I'll hand over the Overseas Operations Division II and the North American Intelligence Section to Hannibal," William Carraris said decisively.
"That's not enough. The Western Front Foreign Army Office will also send some people." Longstein said even more forcefully.
"I would propose Hanni as the regional commander, with the rank of brigadier general," Hilly said in a low voice. "I would give her an elite assault team."
The three nodded in unison. "Intelligence sharing."
A smile broke out on Hiram's stern face. "Let's join hands."
The three nodded in unison.
The moment they stepped out the door, each of the three had a different thought in their mind.
Cooperation my ass, we just want every single word Sean has ever said.
Hanne Harold became the fastest-rising person and the fastest woman in German history.
With the support of the entire German military system, she easily rose from major to brigadier general.
He also independently leads a very special shadow department.
Sean Wayne Intelligence Agency.
Their job was simple: to get every word and every thought that Lord Sean Wayne said, and to get anything that interested him.
This unit was jokingly referred to by the three top leaders of the Supreme Command as Sean's Independent Office.
The unit's organizational structure has evolved from a single person to a battalion-level unit, and now it has expanded directly to the division-level scale.
Hanni's Shadow Commando team expanded to five members, operating in Europe and North America.
Their power even superseded that of the Gestapo, becoming the highest priority.
Sean's office is currently the highest-ranking and most secretive special unit in Germany.
Within the Czech Republic.
Major Foreman has already retired.
When they arrived at the last Czech military factory, a group of Gestapo officers blocked their way.
"Entry is prohibited here."
Many Czech workers in the factory were looking towards the gate.
"The SS."
"Who are those people in black suits?"
At the entrance, three blond white men dressed in black suits and white shirts appeared.
"Please move aside," Forman said politely.
"I'm sorry, even if you are German, you cannot enter the classified factory without permission."
The major, dressed in a Gestapo uniform, coldly raised his hand, and the soldiers beside him raised their submachine guns.
"What kind of place do you think this is?"
The Czechs dared not look directly at the Gestapo, who were so ruthless that they secretly watched the gate.
Forman pursed his lips. "Get out of the way. I'll only say it once."
Oh dear, what do you take us for? We don't need evidence to arrest people.
The uniformed major kept sneering.
"Sir, this is your final warning, or we will arrest you."
Major Foreman took a ring out of his pocket and put it on his hand; it was a skull symbol.
Raise your hand to show the other person the side of the ring.
"Sir, please come in! Seal off the area."
The major immediately issued the order.
The SS soldiers looked on with curiosity as Foreman led his men into the factory with an air of nonchalance.
"Who is that major?"
"The Shadow Office."
"What is that?"
"I don't know, but the orders I received were to cooperate unconditionally, no matter what they do."
"Ah!" All the SS soldiers were shocked. "Is there anyone with more power than us?"
The major nodded. "Yes, it's them. All military units must unconditionally accept orders and assist them."
"My God, what are they trying to do?"
The soldiers sealed off the entire factory.
"Major." Forman walked toward the factory building.
"Yes, sir."
"Gather all the engineers."
"yes!"
"No matter what I ask or do, none of you can be present!"
"Yes, sir, we will fully cooperate."
"Very well, I'll give you ten minutes, only ten minutes. After ten minutes, I need to see every single engineer. If I miss even one, I'll hang you on the street lamp at the gate."
"yes!"
"You should know that we have the highest authority."
"yes!"
Don't let me down.
"yes!"
Watching the SS major run away, Forman stood in front of the factory building, took out a cigarette, and lit it.
The Czechs upstairs are all scared.
"Who are these people in suits? The SS are terrified of them!"
Forman exhaled smoke, looked up at the building, and said, "This is the last one. We must complete our mission today."
"For Your Excellency!" The two men accompanying him nodded, their eyes filled with determination.
"Shut up, for the sake of the great prophet!"
The Prophet, Sean Wayne's special code in the Shadow Intelligence Agency.
Everything must be kept secret and all traces erased; this is the direct order from the highest-ranking official, the director.