WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

73. As the future victorious nation, what I reap is the ridicule of the whole world.

Rome, Italy.

The Mexican man looked at the commentary articles, then at the domestic battle reports.

He almost had his staff shot.

More than 8 casualties on the first day? And that's with the fighting not being aggressive enough.

He initially regretted declaring war, after all, as a qualified leader, he should have assessed the situation carefully.

Historically, Rommel, the Desert Fox, was supposed to cross the Somme on June 5.

However, Rommel crossed the Somme River two days earlier than history, on June 6rd, and on June 5th, the day before Italy launched its attack, he cut the French Tenth Army in half.

The rest of Bock’s forces poured into the French heartland through this gap.

On the other hand, Guderian's army group under Röntstedt also crossed the Aisne River ahead of schedule and marched south. This was entirely due to the German Luftwaffe becoming incredibly powerful, and with their cooperation, they moved much faster than in history.

Seeing that Germany was about to reach Paris, the Mexicans felt they couldn't afford to delay any longer.

If we don't get the soup soon, we won't be able to drink it anymore.

So he deliberately dragged it out until June 6th.

But the result wasn't what I expected.

France was already on the edge of a cliff, but somehow it managed to push itself back up.

"Are you kidding me? You must be kidding me. We have three times their strength, and our morale is even higher. The French have no air support."

Old Mo coldly stared at his black-clad soldiers, a pen clutched in his hand.

"Your Excellency, I'm not joking, it's just that progress has been a bit slow, but the advantage still lies with us."

After two days of fighting, there was still no progress, and everyone was still stuck in the Alps.

French troops even pushed back to a border town and wrote French on Italian border signs.

Old Mo felt very depressed; this was a blatant humiliation.

"Your Excellency, the situation is still in our favor; France will surrender soon."

Old Mo glared at his black-clad gangsters, almost picking up a teacup to smash one of them.

The situation was certainly good, but it was the Germans who won it, not Italy.

Not only did Sean humiliate him, but even the French soldiers humiliated him in French.

"Of course I know that victory is like fine wine at hand."

"Sir, we will reap the rewards as long as France surrenders."

Yes, after all, we did fight.

As the victor, there are definitely gains to be made.

Hearing what his black-clad soldiers said.

Old Mo almost coughed up blood in anger. "Yes, the biggest gain for us now is being ridiculed by the whole world."

Italy may feel melancholic in spring and autumn, but the lights in the darkness are quite cheerful.

"Hey Sean, your legend continues. Your archenemy Italy doesn't seem to be doing so well after all." Jason looked at the newspaper excitedly.

"They have now advanced less than a hundred meters into France."

Yes, it was 100 meters, and they were pushed back, and the two sides started to pull at each other.

Italy, my lifelong enemy?

Sean was both amused and exasperated; indeed, that was the only country that had ever made his predictions fall apart.

Seeing Sean's expression, Jason laughed and patted his friend on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Cheer up. Although the prediction was broken by Italy, the battlefield is just as you said. Your curse still exists, and Italy has not been spared either."

Haha, Sean suppressed a laugh. Of course, he knew the Battle of the Alps very well.

How could Italy possibly break through the Mini Maginot Line?

That's mountain warfare, where tank and armored units can hardly play a significant role.

It's worth noting that during the later stages of World War II, Italy managed to hold out for eight months with this defensive line despite having fewer troops than the Allied forces.

It is evident that the French were still top-notch in bunker construction.

That battle was also irrefutable proof of Italy's mysteriously strong fighting ability; they were either incredibly weak or incredibly strong.

"I'm really curious to see what Old Mo's expression is like."

Sean pointed at his former landlord, "You're so mean."

Marilyn Monroe was running around aimlessly; because she disliked Hannibal, she dragged Jason along while visiting a museum.

December 1940, 6.

When Sean brought Jason to the War Department.

Everyone is talking about today's big news.

"Paris was declared an open city, German troops entered Paris, and even Bock reviewed troops on the Champs-Élysées."

"My God, Sean Wayne was right again. In just 28 days, France has lost its capital and moved to Bordeaux. France still has more than a million troops but has lost the war."

"The Maginot Line still has 500,000 men, but it faces the danger of being surrounded and attacked from both sides."

"Sean's curse is terrible."

Hearing what the civilian officers in the War Department said, Sean found it amusing. How did it become my curse? That's history.

"Hello, are you Mr. Sean Wayne?"

The officer who received him looked at Sean with excitement. This young man was actually Curse Shaw. His casual attire made him look more like a boy next door than a critic or even a businessman.

"it's me."

"Mr. Sean, when did France surrender?"

Haha.

This familiar question not only made Sean laugh, but also Henry Ford and Jason who came with him.

"Oh, excuse me, are you here for the bidding?"

The officer awkwardly scratched his head, realizing that his question had been somewhat inappropriate.

"Yes."

Is Sean Wayne here to attend the bidding meeting?

Representatives from many military industrial enterprises in the hall looked on in surprise.

"Isn't he a critic?"

"Yes, but he's also a businessman. Didn't you know he founded a gun shop and shooting training center?"

"I've heard about it, but I didn't expect the War Department to invite him."

Yes, training.

Do shooting skills still require training?

Even if it is necessary, does the Ministry of War need to be so cautious?

Some small military industrial enterprises don't quite understand.

The larger companies all looked on with envy, as this guy didn't care about bidding at all.

In fact, the US military later outsourced its weapons and tactical training to private contractors.

"Please follow me."

The receiving officer led a large group of business representatives to the War Department's large conference room.

The U.S. Army will release plans for some projects that require bidding, or may have already given out plans; now it needs to select suitable products.

Many companies value these orders, as the War Department's orders are the lifeline of the US military industry.

With Jason and Sean, they took their seats in the hall.

The surrounding area was filled with a few well-dressed military industry tycoons.

Everyone remained silent, after all, everyone present could be a potential opponent.

Eisenhower and Marshall entered the conference room; today's bidding was being handled by the tycoon, Marshall.

Everyone tensed up the moment they saw the two of them.

They pondered how to phrase their words to win over the War Department.

"Sean, this is General Marshall. Come and sign the contract with us," Eisenhower waved from the side.

Sign a contract?

The bidding process hasn't even started yet.

Are you serious?

You can't be serious, can you?

Are you not even going to follow the proper procedures or put on a show?

Many people were completely bewildered, as if they had fallen into a trap of black-box operations, feeling utterly lost and speechless.

Henry Ford smiled wryly to himself. Sean's business truly didn't require bidding; it was a one-of-a-kind opportunity.

The Ministry of War had to beg him to give him the contract.

"Okay." Sean stood up.

Marshall looked at the California celebrity with curiosity.

"Mr. Sean Wayne, it's good to meet you. I'm Marshall."

"Hello, General Marshall."

"Are you really not planning to take on the role of Army advisor? I've been waiting for your good news."

My goodness, Marshall personally invited him?

Those who knew about it were fine, but those who didn't were completely dumbfounded.

Is the rumor true? The Army has invited Sean Wayne to serve as a military advisor?