gnovel Chapter 92 The Battle of Sean and De Gaulle, Göring was a man born for treachery, the Balkan campaig
Chapter 92 The Battle of Sean and De Gaulle, Göring was a man born for treachery, the Balkan campaig
Chapter 93 The Battle of Sean and De Gaulle, Göring was a man born for treachery, the Balkan campaign was brought forward.
Once they got to it, the production team became extremely excited, and the camera instantly switched to Charles de Gaulle.
Everyone could see de Gaulle's embarrassed expression.
"But Germany was not prepared."
Yes, Sean doesn't deny that Germany was forced to act ahead of schedule; they never expected Italy to be so crazy.
But Schooner didn't think Germany would fail.
"The Kingdom of Yugoslavia itself had huge flaws in its multi-ethnic policy. In addition, its domestic military strength was too weak, lacking tank and armored forces, with few and outdated aircraft, and their tactical thinking was still stuck in World War I."
Doesn't France have a greater understanding of the new war situation?
The size of the army cannot compensate for the gap in combat effectiveness, especially since their numbers are not large.
Sean's words embarrassed de Gaulle.
France should know this from experience.
You were defeated even though your army still had a million men.
Damn Sean.
"But Germany currently only has one 12th Army and some Hungarian troops, which is far from sufficient."
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Many people nodded subconsciously.
Although the methods of warfare have changed, fighting still relies on manpower.
Sean suddenly burst into laughter. "You seem to have forgotten that if most of the Greek army hadn't surrendered, and Greece and the Kingdom of Yugoslavia had joined forces and cooperated, this battle would have been much longer."
However, Greece had already surrendered, and the Italians had even amassed hundreds of thousands of troops in Albania.
"Including Hungary and Italy, do you think our military strength is sufficient?"
Yes, Italy still has 300,000 people in Albania.
Going up there leads to Kosovo and Montenegro.
too close.
"If Italy withdraws, Greece may overturn the agreement." De Gaulle narrowed his eyes.
"Do you think it's possible? Italy will definitely divide its forces to occupy southern Greece, and Bulgaria will occupy northern Thrace, securing Germany's retreat route."
Even with its allies, Germany can still muster hundreds of thousands of troops.
Unlike Greece, Serbia could not receive support from Britain; it was a landlocked country.
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Yes, this is different from history; Greece has already lost.
"No, Germany is always well-prepared for every attack, but not this time."
"It's not that we weren't prepared, but rather that we weren't prepared enough."
The director was overjoyed to see the two arguing.
He winked at Dorothy.
The host, skilled at problem-solving, immediately stopped the discussion.
The program then asked a few more trivial questions about equipment before quietly ending.
Sean and de Gaulle walked out of the studio almost one after the other.
"Sean Wayne, I still maintain my view that Germany will not attack Serbia immediately, but will attack Crete first."
"All right."
Sean gave the other person a look that said, "I'm fine with you."
The two glanced at each other simultaneously; this meeting was not pleasant for either of them.
Sean composed himself, recalling how he often encountered similar situations while surfing the internet in his past life.
"I shouldn't have wasted my time arguing with him."
The moment he stepped out of NBC, a large number of reporters surrounded him.
"Mr. Sean, do you really believe that Germany will attack the Kingdom of Yugoslavia?"
"Germany has just ended a war; are they really ready?"
"What if your predictions fail? Like your lifelong rival Italy, is it possible that Germany might not fight according to your plan this time, thus breaking your predictions again?"
"If Germany were to launch an attack, what do you think would happen?"
I will only answer one question.
Sean raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.
Historically, the Balkan campaign lasted only thirteen days and was conducted concurrently with the Greek campaign.
If they give them a few more days, Germany should still be able to win.
"Germany will end the war quickly."
A month is considered fast? Sean played a trick and spoke ambiguously.
End the war quickly?
The reporters were excited; Sean was bold enough to say anything.
Most experts are either conservative or talk nonsense, but Sean Wayne is unrestrained.
January 21, 1940.
The Los Angeles Times and the Washington Post have once again released startling news.
With yesterday's program added to the excitement, America is in an uproar again.
[The Battle of the Century between Sean Werner and Charles de Gaulle: Who Will Reign Supreme?]
The moment I saw the message.
Berlin, Germany, was also in an uproar.
The streets of Berlin were filled with the joy of victory. Yes, people knew there was still war, but when Sean spoke, all the Germans in Berlin, Bavaria, Czechoslovakia, and Austria were celebrating.
"Sir Sean said we would win."
"We're sure to win. Yes, we have no doubt about it."
Even from the headquarters building, you can see citizens celebrating with flags on the streets of Berlin.
Manstein looked out the window into the distance, his face filled with fear. Sean Wien was gradually being mythologized, though only within the German region.
He turned around with a wry smile, facing the people in the command headquarters.
"Although we are not prepared, Lord Sean has said that he will end the war quickly, so let's fight."
Bokronstadt and his army suddenly felt an explosion of confidence.
This is a war whose outcome is known and which we are destined to win.
Goring looked at them with disdain. "Nonsense, with our air force backing us up, how could we possibly lose?"
The Kingdom of Yugoslavia didn't even have a decent airplane.
Air superiority, air superiority is the most important thing, that's what Sean said.
The man with the mustache looked at everyone in surprise; this was the first time the Supreme Command had been so confident.
They were terrified of fighting Poland, but extremely cautious about fighting France.
At this moment, do they no longer take the Balkans seriously?
The young painter still glanced at Himm for confirmation.
The SS Supreme Commander nodded affirmatively to the Führer, as if to say that there was no problem.
Without a doubt, that was someone who peered into destiny.
According to the answer from a severely superstitious patient.
The young painter calmed down a bit. He placed his hands on the table, and as he stood up, everyone stopped talking.
"Prepare to execute the Marita Plan."
"yes!"
After everyone left the meeting room, Goring secretly approached the young painter.
"To mislead the enemy, we can bomb Crete first, or even make it look like a feint attack."
The young painter turned his head and looked at Göring strangely. "You're getting more and more insidious."
After being exposed to a series of unethical fighting methods such as parachute decapitations and disguised infiltration, Goring suddenly realized that he was born to be despicable and that disregarding martial ethics was his motto in life.
"We can create the illusion of an airborne landing on Crete, and it would be best to deliberately leak some of the operational plans."
"Let them think we're not ready, and that we should do as de Gaulle said, attack Crete first?" The young painter understood.
"Yes."
"How can I get everyone to believe me?"
"I will send out skilled personnel and aircraft to conduct reconnaissance, deliberately causing malfunctions, resulting in the pilots being caught after parachuting, thus revealing our plans to attack Crete."
The British would never have imagined that the parachuting pilots were deliberately arranged by us.
Another act of feigned manipulation.
That's despicable.
The man with the mustache excitedly tucked his armpits together. "A very good plan."
"So what happens to the pilots who were captured?"
"He will naturally be rewarded once we conquer Crete."
You're really despicable now, how can you say such lies? How can he possibly survive?
The young painter, however, was quite satisfied. "Do it your way; this plan is only between the two of us."
Goring's smug smile vanished. "Understood."
Early morning of September 21, 1940.
As dawn broke, a humid and sultry sea breeze blew across Crete in the early morning.
It rained last night, and water droplets still clung to the trees, ready to fall.
A vulture circled in the distance.
This immediately drew the attention of Bernard, the commander of the New Zealand Division and the garrison commander of the island.
"Report, a German reconnaissance aircraft has been spotted."
"Shoot it down."
Bernard knew that the Germans would not give up Crete and the Ionian Islands, which were close to the Middle East and North Africa, at the confluence of the Aegean and Mediterranean Seas, and that occupying them would even block the Black Sea.
It is a very important strategic location.
If Germany attacks, it will be very fierce, and he will not receive much support from the Royal Air Force. This place is a full 560 kilometers away from the Egyptian port of Alexandria.
He had limited anti-aircraft firepower, few artillerymen, and even five thousand men who were unequipped.
"I have to stall for time."
Bang bang bang!
The reconnaissance plane flew over Marama Airport like it was dancing on a knife's edge.
Instantly, dense artillery fire swept into the sky from the ground. The pilots even discovered that these anti-aircraft guns were covered by cover and camouflage, hiding in the woods.
Bang! A bullet hit its target, and the plane billowed black smoke.
The pilot, who should have been panicked, showed no worry at all and instead had a smile on his face.
He skydived very quickly.
Seeing a number of soldiers running towards him on the ground, the pilot actually smiled.
"Report: We have captured a German pilot and found orders to scout the Cretan airport on him."
"Hmm, in that case, the Germans will probably launch an attack. The Italian navy suffered a defeat at the Battle of Cape Matapan and cannot guarantee the escort of the German landing forces. They are likely to take the airborne route to seize the airfield."
"Yes, London thinks so too. They are speeding up the delivery of anti-aircraft weapons and ammunition."
8:7 AM on July 21, 1940.
A formation of aircraft took off from Athens Airport and flew towards Crete.
Not long after, air raid sirens sounded on Crete.
"German planes."
The aerial formation dropped bombs; their objective was simple: bomb whatever they could, just not the airport.
A bomb fell over the barracks on the island. With a loud bang, the explosion burst open from the inside, sending blasts of air outwards.
Dense flames appeared in the sky.
"Retreat!" The Vulture Legion turned a corner and sped away.
"Those damned Germans are probing, bombing the barracks but not the airfield. They really are planning an airborne assault."
Major General Bernard's spirits sank lower and lower. They only had 40,000 troops, many of whom were unequipped. If the Germans were to land a plane, it would be devastating.
"We must defend the airport to the death, and if necessary, destroy the runway."
Noon on July 21, 1940.
A news item in The Times didn't interest Europeans, but Americans were extremely excited.
German Air Force attacks Crete
"Haha, it seems de Gaulle was right. Germany will attack the islands first; they are not prepared."
"Did Sean make a mistake again this time?"
"Ever since Italy broke Sean's prediction, I knew he would make a mistake again."
It's being discussed in Los Angeles, and it's being discussed in New York.
Sean Wayne was thrust into the spotlight.
The battle of the century between Sean and de Gaulle seems to be tilting in de Gaulle's favor.
Sean, who had just gotten up and was running home to prepare for lunch, had just arrived at the apartment door.
A group of paratroopers' relatives looked at him with smiles.
"Your Excellency, we have always believed in you."
What does that mean?
Sean wiped his sweat with a towel, looking completely bewildered.
Victory will ultimately be yours.
"Thank you." Sean was confused, but he felt a sweet warmth in his heart that these people were willing to believe in him; it was a kind of recognition.
"Don't let a temporary mistake define you; you are a great hero."
Damn!
Why did things turn out this way? Why am I so unhappy about it?
"What happened?"
"Germany bombed Crete; they may be launching an airborne assault."
"Who said that?" Sean realized that many people thought he was wrong.
The relatives took out newspapers.
The New York Times.
[German air raids on Crete destroyed British military installations in preparation for an airborne landing]
It turns out to be The New York Times again.
These bastards, will they die if they don't go against themselves?
Unlike the Los Angeles Times, The New York Times took a different approach, suppressing Sean, which also garnered a large readership.
I just finished watching it, and several cars stopped by the roadside.
Several reporters rushed over like hungry wolves.
"Mr. Sean, what are your thoughts on this misjudgment?"
"Mr. Sean, will another mistake affect your status as a prophet?"
"Mr. Sean, General de Gaulle said in an interview that since you are not a soldier and have never fought in a war, it is normal for you to make mistakes. He hopes that you will study more, read more books, and learn more about the real battlefield."
Fuck!
Doesn't this mean I'm uncultured?
Damn de Gaulle, all I did was declare France lost the war.
You're taking your anger out on me? Go fight the Germans if you dare! I told you the Ardennes region was poorly defended, but you wouldn't listen to advice, mocked me, and even accused me of being pro-German. Whose fault is that?
I have always been neutral; this is just for entertainment.
Sean grew angrier the more he thought about it.
A group of paratroopers in black suits walked out of the hall.
They pushed the reporters aside and stood in front of Sean.
"Mr. Sean, could you please share your thoughts?"
"Mr. Sean, I am a reporter, and we have the right to know."
"Which newspaper do you work for?"
The New York Times.
Sean looked at the other party with annoyance, "The New York Times is the New York Times, just say it directly, don't talk about the right to know. This is not a secret, nor is it a conspiracy. If you want to interview me, I also have the right to refuse."
After Sean finished speaking, he walked upstairs to the apartment building.
Seeing that Sean was in a bad mood and collapsed on the sofa as soon as he entered the door, Hanni stood by the window, looking downstairs.
Many reporters didn't leave, like a pack of hungry wolves guarding their prey.
"Sir, should we eliminate them?"
"Are you crazy? This is America."
Hanni smiled indifferently, "But they made you unhappy, and it's my mission to ensure you can work and live in peace."
"Damn reporters and newspapers, they just want to seize on my mistakes to entertain the public."
"They are ignorant."
Yes, Sean is certain, Germany will never give up the Balkans; that's how history has shown it.
Why not attack the islands when the land is easier to conquer? Do you think the German High Command is full of idiots?
"They will realize how ignorant they were."
December 1940, 7.
Sean stayed at home, but the reporters downstairs went crazy, coming every day.
Looking at the newspaper, the New York Times seemed to be on a high, relentlessly attacking him.
[De Gaulle's prediction was spot on; Sean ultimately failed.]
The myth of Shawn Werner ends where his legend began, in Germany.
Sean Wayne wasn't a prophet, he was just lucky.
Damn, this is trying to undermine my very foundation—my reputation!
"Those damn media outlets!"
In the early morning of July 24, 1940, the German army and air force, after several days of preparation, boarded transport planes under the dim sky.
Athens, Bulgaria, Hungary.
Large numbers of hunters from the 22nd Air Division, the 5th Parachute Division, and the Wayne Commando Division are assembling at the airfield.
On the ground, the 5th and 6th Mountain Divisions of the 12th Army Group are approaching the border of Montenegro.
In the Bulgarian border region, tank and armored units have completed their repairs.
Large numbers of German soldiers, dressed in uniforms, wearing helmets, and carrying rifles, lined up in formation.
Everyone is waiting.
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