WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

50. The huge loophole in Sedan, France

"What are you looking at?" Sean finished cutting the potatoes and started making mashed potatoes.

The aroma of curry wafted from the pot next to us.

The aroma is tangy.

"What kind of practice is this?"

Thai-style potato curry beef.

"Sir, do you also know about Thai food?"

Haha, Sean doesn't want to complain, isn't this just ready-made curry?

Is the fast food from my past life really that surprising?

Of course I'm surprised. You're an American, and a white one at that. You know how to cook Thai food?

In this era where cultures have not yet fully integrated, Sean's consulting skills are enough to overwhelm anyone.

A sense of awe welled up within her, and Hanni exclaimed excitedly, "Your Excellency is all-knowing and all-powerful!"

This woman is sick.

Sean felt a little awkward under her gaze. Her look wasn't that of someone who was hungry; it was something else entirely—not a woman looking at a man, nor a friend looking at a friend.

Sean couldn't explain it; the other person's gaze was like that of a group of cult idiots or crazy pyramid scheme members shouting "Make money, make money!"

Sean knows Hanni is a secret agent; which part of her system is she connected to?

Germany's intelligence agencies were very complex, including the Foreign Military Service, the Army's Abbeywel, the Navy's Military Intelligence Directorate, and the most famous Gestapo and the SS Security Service.

The Gestapo and the SS Security Service should have merged.

It should now be called the Imperial Security Service (REHA). Sean was a little unsure about the actual year, after all, he was just an ordinary person and didn't know the details.

"Where are you from?"

Upon hearing Sean's question, Hanni didn't hesitate at all. "I am also a core member of the Imperial Security Bureau and the Goring Institute. However, to maintain secrecy, all my data has been destroyed. I am only responsible to Himm and Goring."

By the way, Göring also had a private, independent intelligence agency that could even communicate directly with Little Mustache.

Sean smiled wryly. He also had to deal with Hanni; she was the biggest destabilizing factor around him.

There is a long way to go.

You can't expect me to use my looks, can you?

Sean shook his head and mashed the cooked potatoes with a spoon.

"Haven't you written any commentary these past few days? The Los Angeles Times and the Washington Post are both reposting tons of news from Europe. Now everyone's asking if Sean's curse will continue, and whether Germany can achieve a complete victory over France?"

Hanni looked at Sean excitedly, hoping to get a positive answer from him.

Because Sean is definitely right.

Haha, my curse.

With a self-deprecating laugh, Sean poured the curry beef over the mashed potatoes and served the baked bread.

"Let's eat." After saying that, she walked towards the restaurant.

Sean handed a piece of beef to Hanni, spread butter on the toast, and placed it on Hanni's plate.

Hanni looked on excitedly. "This is the lunch Your Excellency has prepared for me. I am honored."

Sean ate the beef, the mashed potatoes melted in his mouth, but the curry was a bit lacking.

He wiped his mouth and slowly raised his head, looking at Hannie as he spoke word by word.

"The defenses in the Ardennes were too loose and weak, and the Anglo-French forces were poorly commanded. Otherwise, with the help of the nearby Royal Air Force and a French army corps, they could have laid a large number of mines in the mountains."

This would pin the German armored forces firmly in the Ardennes region, preventing Guderian from easily breaking through Sedan.

Sedan was defended by the French 10th Corps of the Second Army, which was short-handed, with only five divisions.

The 3rd Colonial Division, the 3rd North African Division, and the 55th Infantry Division were negligible in terms of combat effectiveness. They not only lacked fighting spirit but also suffered from a lack of necessary training.

They usually spend their time building bunkers. They're a group of soldiers who don't train; they just do civil engineering every day.

The 71st Infantry Division was also a second-rate unit, filled with a large number of reservists.

These people didn't know about planting landmines.

The only truly combat-effective force is the 41st Infantry Division, once it breaks through the Ardennes Mountains.

Sedan was completely undefended.

Sean smiled wryly. How optimistic is France that they would say I'm creating anxiety? I'm the one who's anxious for France.

An understrength infantry army group versus a fully-strength German armored army group.

Even God knows the outcome.

The current tragedy of the French army is that it never listens to advice; they are not even equipped with a large number of individual anti-tank weapons.

Did I not explain things clearly enough in San Diego?

Anti-tank mines, anti-tank grenades, anti-tank hand grenades, and even simple incendiary bombs.

Listen to me, you fucking bastards! If I ever remind you again, I'm a little dog.

Mortars are useless, and infantry guns aren't enough either; we'll just get wiped out.

Hearing Sean's words, Hanni was not only surprised, but also deeply impressed.

Lord Sean, sitting at home without even leaving his house, somehow managed to grasp the deployment of the French army in Sedan.

My God, this must be someone who peers into fate.

This idea drove her more and more insane; in her mind, Sean was not a man but a god.

Isn't that what cults are all about? Showing off some miracles is the most deceptive thing they can do.

Sean doesn't usually criticize France, but he just couldn't help it: "Those French idiots."

People who saw this are getting anxious, saying I'm deliberately creating anxiety?

Bang! The door was pushed open forcefully, and Jason rushed in with a look of urgency on his face.

"Can Germany really beat France and Belgium?" Jansen asked, his face full of seriousness.

Sean was both amused and exasperated. "What's wrong with you now?"

"Yes, Germany could defeat Belgium and France. Belgium might even only need ten days." To be precise, it would be eighteen days, but history is different now, and Sean can't figure it out.

"My God, Belgium will be defeated in just over ten days?" When Belgium was mentioned, Jansen did not refute it. After all, Belgium only had 22 divisions, and it was at a disadvantage in both air force and army. Moreover, Belgium was mainly composed of infantry divisions.

"France will stop resisting in a month."

"What did you say? Cease resistance? Doesn't that mean we've lost? How is that possible?" Everyone in the world knows how many troops France has. They've only been fighting for a little over a month?

Norway has been fighting for a month and is still resisting.

France is many times stronger than Norway, so why did it give up so quickly?

Yes, many people cannot accept it.

"Why not?" Sean retorted.

France, a long-established global power, has long held the title of having the world's number one army.

With its vast colonies and foreign legions, the French army possessed world-renowned fighting power.

Are they even worse than Norway?

Many people are unwilling to believe it.

"Impossible. I read the news from France that the New York Times reprinted today. Their society is very stable and the public is very reassured because France anticipated this. It was all within the French military's plan."

"The French are very calm," Jason said in surprise. "Why is your account different from the situation back home?"

They didn't feel like they were losing when they were actually there; instead, they were full of confidence. What makes you think they would lose?

Yes, that's the scariest part.

Sean didn't want to explain.

Seeing that Sean remained silent, Jason pulled out today's New York Times.

"You see, they say that Sean, that stupid idiot, will finally realize his luck has run out. France will, as expected, defeat all its rivals."

"What?" Sean snatched the newspaper. "They said I'm an idiot?"

Jason nodded, pointing to a French comment, "This is yesterday's news from France, see for yourself."

Fuck!

Fine, really fine, using me as a target for internal manipulation to appease the public.