gnovel Chapter 122 Operation Fake Flag Fails, Russian Front Collapses
Chapter 122 Operation Fake Flag Fails, Russian Front Collapses
Chapter 122 Operation Fake Flag Fails, Russian Front Collapses
Noon on July 15, 1940.
Sean lay in bed, rubbing his temples. He had drunk too much beer and fried chicken last night.
He raised himself up and shook his head.
She wobbled off the floor, put on slippers, and splashed water on her face in the bathroom.
I had just gone to the bathroom when there was a rapid knocking on the door.
"Who?"
"It's me, Henry Ford, open the door."
Sean walked to the door and opened it.
Ford rushed into the room without saying a word, heading straight for the black-and-white television in the hotel room.
I turned on the TV and started changing channels.
Sean looked at him, annoyed. "Dude, are you crazy? Coming to my room to watch TV first thing in the morning? Don't you have a room?"
"No, this is big news, listen to me."
Henry turned the volume up.
Sean also walked up to the television.
[This is a news briefing from NBC. At 8 a.m. this morning, northern forces suddenly launched a large-scale military operation against Iran.]
Sean didn't seem to feel anything; he'd seen this kind of thing many times before.
"My God, look! You're right! The Russians have taken action against Iran. That Eiichiro Volcano is talking nonsense. He even said that he was sending troops to force the other side to make concessions and exert maximum pressure."
That's hilarious! Now the North is showing him through their actions that you know absolutely nothing, hahaha.
Sean pursed his lips, understanding the Russian's behavior.
This isn't the first time Poland has done this; they do it all the time.
Finland follows the same model.
However, this time they exposed it beforehand, and the official confirmation made them lose face.
"I said they would definitely invade Iran, and Britain is about to do it too."
"My God, you are a true prophet. You are right every time. I have never met any expert like you. They are almost always guessing or talking nonsense. Only you are right every time."
Because I only talk about historical trajectories and don't discuss anything else, from a purely third-party perspective, I dare to say anything.
"Look!"
Henry Ford changed the channel, and Eiichiro Volcano appeared on the television screen again.
This is an on-site interview by an NBC reporter, taking place at the Japanese expert's hotel.
In the video, Eiichiro still maintains his composure and has a smile on his face.
The reporter is holding a copy of the Los Angeles Times.
"Mr. Eiichiro, this is a report from the Observer, reprinted by the Los Angeles Times. They say that you believe the North will not attack, while Sean Wayne predicts they will. You even mocked Sean Wayne, a porter, for not understanding politics."
The North came out to prove what you said, but what was the result?
This morning, the north invaded Iran.
The Germans said, "You're just a pretty face, a complete idiot."
"Hahaha, this reporter is too honest. How could he say that to the other person's face?" Henry Ford laughed heartily as he watched from the side.
Eiichiro was incredibly thick-skinned and showed no shame whatsoever for Germany's sarcasm or for his own mistakes.
"I've said this before: applying maximum pressure is one tactic, but it's just one of the methods the North can use." Eiichiro said without batting an eye, his smile still intact.
"Sean, look at this bastard, he's shameless. And he calls himself an expert? You're much more honest than him; wrong is wrong, and right is right. He's still spouting nonsense."
Henry Ford pointed at the television. "To be honest, I admire his shamelessness."
"Haha." Sean laughed as he watched TV. He'd seen plenty of people like this, but this one was particularly entertaining.
I love watching experts get proven wrong.
I was proven wrong again.
"Well, now the outcome is clear: the North launched an attack, and Sean Wayne's prediction was spot on."
Reporters don't give them any face; everything is for ratings.
Eiichiro's smile widened even further.
That slap was so hard it could probably knock out a tooth.
But the seasoned Japanese expert remained calm, saying, "Sean Wayne does indeed have his unique qualities."
oops?
"Look at this guy," Henry Ford said, glancing at his friend.
Sean didn't say anything, he just smiled and watched TV.
"So, Mr. Eiichiro, what are your thoughts on the upcoming battle?"
NBC reporters still wouldn't let him off the hook.
"As I said before, the North has overwhelming strength. Iran's army has about 120,000 men, plus the Royal Guard Division, making a total of 11 divisions."
The Imperial Guard is stationed in Tehran; they are responsible for protecting the capital and safeguarding the royal family.
There is a huge disparity in strength between the two sides.
The north has a large number of mechanized troops, while the majority of Iran's army consists of infantry divisions.
Faced with the advancing tide of steel, they were as fragile as paper, unable to resist.
In Tehran, the North only needs to use the same decapitation tactics as Germany.
Airdrop a large number of paratroopers, seize the airfield, and deploy airborne troops.
That would solve the war.
The reporter listened attentively, nodding silently, then looked up with a smile, "You said it would only take two hours."
Eiichiro grinned, his fingers slightly yellowed, indicating he was a heavy smoker.
"That's right, just two hours, or even less."
The reporter was surprised. She looked at the person opposite her with curiosity. "An hour?"
"I feel like two hours is too long."
This concludes the news interview.
"Hahaha, beheading the Iranian Pahlavi royal family in two hours, Sean, do you believe it?" Henry Ford covered his mouth and laughed uncontrollably. "I really admire his mentality. Even after all that, he doesn't feel ashamed at all."
Haha, Sean nodded in agreement, "These kinds of people are shameless. I'm from the bottom of society, but at least I don't lie and I won't make money by talking nonsense and going against my conscience."
"Yes!" Henry Ford wholeheartedly agreed. "He probably thinks it's no big deal to be embarrassed; nobody will remember it after a while anyway."
"No, history remembers."
"Ha ha."
They both laughed at the same time.
"Mr. Sean, hi, Sean."
A voice came from the open doorway, and Henry and Sean both turned to look in the direction of the door.
A head popped out of the doorway and even waved at Sean.
"It's me, Cook."
Sean nodded to Hyde, "Let reporter Cook in."
Heidel withdrew his outstretched hand and closed the door after the other person entered the room.
"Hey Sean, how are you doing?"
"fine."
Sean led Cook to the sofa, while Henry went to the coffee table, poured a glass of wine, and handed it to Cook.
Cook looked at him curiously. "My God, are you Mr. Henry Ford, the president of Ford Motor Company?"
"it's me."
"Wow, I didn't know you and Mr. Sean were friends."
Henry crossed his legs and sat down next to Sean. "We're good friends. You're here to interview him?"
Cook nodded as he pulled a small notebook from his bag.
"Mr. Sean, what are your thoughts on the war with Iran?"
"Haha, I knew he would ask that. It's the hottest topic right now."
Henry also looked at Sean with curiosity.
Sean took a sip of water to moisten his throat.
"This blitzkrieg in the North will turn into a protracted war."
Both were somewhat surprised, because Sean did not have a high opinion of the North.
"Don't the Slavs have the ability to wage blitzkrieg? Are they very weak?" Cook asked his question.
Sean shook his head. "No, the North is very strong, not weak at all."
The northern army was large in number, but unfortunately, the Finnish winter war exposed a serious problem: a lack of combat experience among its junior and mid-level officers, and a shortage of experienced commanders.
Spring cleaning!
Cook and Henry naturally knew this.
They listened quietly.
"Although the mechanization process in the north is not low, it is very poor, and they lack a large number of tractors."
Engine technology is currently lacking. Steel production is high, but that's only the quantity; cutting-edge technology is lacking.
At this time, the North had not absorbed Czech or German technology, nor did it receive support from Britain or the United States.
Throughout European history, they have always been synonymous with backwardness, a situation that cannot be remedied by a general mobilization.
In particular, basic materials science.
"The Slavs, like other countries in the world, such as Britain, the United States, and Japan, are developing mechanized forces."
Unfortunately, their current tanks and armored vehicles are too outdated, and their aircraft, the I-15 and I-16, are not advanced either.
Currently, the T-26 is still the main aircraft used in the north, and the T-34 has not yet been developed.
In terms of air force, especially fighter jets, they lagged behind almost all the major powers.
Germany had the BF109 and BF110, Britain was even more dominant, and the United States also had the Zero fighter, while Italy's Sparrowhawk was far superior to Germany's Stuka. Not to mention the Centaur G55, the most powerful light fighter that even Germany coveted.
The Yak series fighter jets in the north will also have to wait one or two years.
Currently, the Slavs are lagging behind in the construction of mechanized armies and the development of weapons; otherwise, they wouldn't have been so thoroughly defeated by the Germans in the early stages.
Navy? Forget about it.
They couldn't even beat Germany.
"Currently, the only advantage of the North is its large population, large number of weapons, and large number of factories."
They can be mobilized quickly, and the army possesses a strong fighting spirit.
The two nodded as they listened. "But they are much stronger than Iran. If it's a blitzkrieg, Iran will have a hard time resisting."
That's right, the fact that these monster rooms are less common in Europe doesn't mean they're actually weak.
Even Poland was among the top ten in the world at that time.
Which of these countries, including Belgium, doesn't have a military strength that ranks in the top 30?
During World War II, the North's current strength was among the top five.
This is without considering comprehensive national strength and war potential, and only looking at existing strength.
Sean chuckled as he looked at Cook. "You agree with what that Japanese guy, Eiichiro Volcano, said?"
"No, I just think his comparison of strength is correct."
"Yes, Iran can't stop a blitzkrieg, but it can't carry out a decapitation strike."
A decapitation strike requires rapid maneuver and a sudden attack. If the enemy is prepared, it will fail and result in the loss of a large number of paratroopers. Why didn't Germany airdrop troops onto Crete?
Because defense has too much of an advantage.
Besides, Iran already knew their plans. I think that as long as Iran isn't stupid and listens to my advice and makes proper arrangements, they can catch them off guard.
This is not the future; we can no longer use electronic warfare to jam radars even when we know the enemy is prepared.
"My God, you mean Iran not only won't be defeated immediately, but can hold out?"
"Hmm." Germany even played dress-up in Iraq.
This time, we're going to really screw over the Russians.
Europe did the same thing in later generations.
"Remember, logistics is not only an enemy but also your own. The Slavs are fighting on foreign soil this time, not defending their homeland. In addition to enemy counterattacks, they will also face immense logistical pressure."
In the Caucasus and Central Asia, industrialization is very slow, and several republics such as Armenia, Georgia, and Azerbaijan are still agricultural countries.
The disruption to transportation increased logistical difficulties, so like Germany, they could only launch blitzkriegs against foreign powers because they could not support the massive logistical support required.
As long as we withstand the first wave, we can launch targeted attacks on the logistics nodes.
That would bring them down.
"God, this is nothing like what everyone imagined," Cook almost exclaimed.
"Everyone?" Sean thought this was normal. It wasn't a defensive counterattack, but an active invasion. The Russians were terrible; their mechanized units would break down halfway as soon as they left their homeland.
They failed to defeat Poland and bleed themselves dry in the war against Finland. At that time, the Russians were not as powerful as the world thought. It took them two or three years to grow stronger.
"Yes, everyone believes that Iran is bound to lose; it's a powerful country in the north."
That's true. Without German support, Iran really couldn't hold on.
The Middle Eastern militias are not much stronger than the Indian army.
They would bomb the planes and then refuse to fight.
"We'll wait and see."
May 15, 1940, afternoon.
Thousands of paratroopers have been airdropped, and this time they have almost used up all their transport planes.
The airdrops from the sky never stopped.
Nine hours passed, but no successful telegram came from the front.
Novikov paced anxiously back and forth in the command room as he watched the constant stream of messages requesting support.
In addition to achieving its strategic objectives, this operation aimed to control the Middle East and contain Germany.
They also had the purpose of redeeming themselves; in Finland, they had truly embarrassed themselves.
This led European countries such as Britain, Germany, and Italy to once consider them very bad.
This is a carefully prepared gift for Moscow.
"Deploy all the paratroopers. This time, we must take Tehran in one day."
The idea was beautiful, but reality was cruel.
Gunfire never stopped over Tehran.
Despite the Iranian Air Force's strenuous efforts to thwart them, the Slavic Air Force suddenly realized that they were not at an advantage.
"Their numbers are decreasing; we have suppressed them."
The northern pilots shouted excitedly as the number of Iranian aircraft dwindled after several hours of intense air combat.
"Covering the way for two airdrops."
Dozens of Li-2 aircraft reappeared, their cabin doors already open. Large numbers of Northern paratroopers took deep breaths; they were about to jump to support their comrades.
"In order to win."
"Hurrah!"
Bang bang bang!
A large number of fighter jets flew in from a distance.
The German pilots were excited, and they were laughing wildly as they looked at the lone northern transport plane.
"Vulture 011-027 attack transport aircraft."
"Vulture 013 received."
"Understood."
The massive formation immediately split off a portion of its forces, who opened fire instantly, their machine guns flashing with flames.
Bullets rained down on the enemy.
Bang bang bang!
The paratroopers, still in line, had their brains explode as the paratroopers' heads were blown open.
Brains were smeared all over the room. My comrades next to me hadn't even jumped yet, and half of the men in the row on the left were dead or wounded.
His teammates behind him had blood all over their faces, and a piece of brain was hanging from their noses.
On the cabin floor, numerous Slavic paratroopers lay in pools of blood, those who were still alive writhing in agony.
"Ahhh!" Screams filled the cabin.
Bang bang bang!
The soldiers about to parachute watched as a transport plane caught fire and crashed beside them. A large number of paratroopers in the cabin were blown into the sky by the airflow, and their parachutes did not open.
boom.
A companion was flying through the air and crashed into his own transport plane.
The Northern soldiers who were about to parachute were filled with terror.
"Quickly, quickly, jump!" the lieutenant next to him yelled.
Bang! Bang! Two bullets struck, shattering the left hand of the lieutenant and completely breaking his right leg, the bones of which were visible, just as the lieutenant was ejected from the cockpit.
Paratrooper Yuri felt despair. As the lieutenant fell, he looked at him in panic, reaching out his right hand as if trying to grab something.
tragic.
Yuri couldn't find any other adjectives.
He jumped forcefully out of the cabin; the cockpit of a transport plane behind him was smashed open, and it crashed head-on into his own plane.
The two planes exploded in mid-air.
"Oh my god!"
As the ninth batch of paratroopers all experienced this, Yuri couldn't imagine what the previous batches had gone through. Even after opening their parachutes, there were still a large number of their own people in the sky.
The planes were still chasing each other in mid-air, and the whistling of bullets passed by like the whispers of demons.
Hundreds of paratroopers floated toward a temple in the city.
Beneath my feet was a violent gust of air, and the streets were empty.
Yuri gripped the umbrella with both hands and touched the pouch on his body, afraid that the weapons would fly away in mid-air.
Suddenly a group of men with rifles appeared below.
"Damn it!"
Yuri cursed under his breath.
Soldiers on the ground opened fire.
"Damn it, this can't be." Yuri felt a huge shock as seven or eight soldiers raised their rifles and opened fire, as if he were facing a machine gun emplacement.
Their bullets were not only insane but also brutal.
Bang bang bang.
A bullet whizzed past Yuri's ear, and he felt a wave of heat.
He turned his head to look to one side.
"No, damn it."
More than a dozen of his companions were killed in mid-air; their heads hung low and their arms drooped.
Whoosh! His parachute was pierced. Yuri struggled to maintain his direction as his body began to tilt, landing on the roof of a building.
He took off his parachute, picked up his weapon, and was about to go find his unit when a hand suddenly pressed down on his mouth from behind.
"Don't speak, don't shout, comrade. I'm Andrei, from the 214th Airborne Brigade. And you?"
"I am from the 9th Airborne Brigade, my name is Yuri."
"Don't speak, we're surrounded."
"Shouldn't our paratroopers be surrounded?"
Yuri released his grip on her mouth and saw Andrei, a young man like himself, his face covered in blood and his eyes filled with sorrow.
"Brothers, 80% of my battalion died before we even landed. A second wave of battalions was airdropped over the air defense positions of the Iranian Royal Guard Division. A fourth wave of a company drifted to the Alborz Mountains. My God, we have already lost more than 3,000 people."
There were hardly any survivors on the ground. Those Germans were armed with automatic rifles; more than half of us were killed or wounded before we even landed.
"German?"
"Yes, they guarded the Summer Palace. When we went to arrest the Pahlavi royal family, we were riddled with bullets before we even reached the palace gates. We only had rifles and couldn't beat them."
We are being arrested by Iranian troops, police, and Germans in the city.
Yuri, we have to escape. We're out of weapons and ammunition.
This was an impossible task; we failed.