WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

Chapter 132 Tactical Air Force: Garland Ace J44 Squadron, a Big Fish in Wentz City

An all-metal aircraft with jet engines.

When everyone stops to watch, a new era is about to begin.

The American P86 missed World War II, and German jet aircraft were overshadowed by the Blitzkrieg, causing the project to be postponed and ultimately failing to compete with the British Meteor.

Now, an arms race is brewing beneath the surface, and this world's World War II will be ten times more brutal.

Sean doesn't know anything about airplanes.

This is many people's first impression; everyone still vividly remembers the speech given by Grumman's president on NBC.

Sean Wayne is a child with a head full of fairy tales, and now he treats airplanes as toys.

Upon hearing the price of the jet aircraft, delegations from all countries shook their heads.

"It's too expensive to equip in large quantities."

Montgomery believed this was not a weapon that could change the course of the war because it could not be used on a large scale.

Although the Russian said it wasn't good, he still took pictures.

The little notebook was filled with quiet observation as the author mentally calculated the value and benefits.

Only Saudi princes showed great interest.

"Does Sean want to bring down Lockheed?"

"This will involve huge costs, and it's not easy to balance civilian use. If we don't get military orders, all the money in the project will be wasted."

"The War Department won't be interested."

Most American aircraft manufacturers are pessimistic because there are no military orders to back them up.

"You seem to have been insulted," Henry Ford whispered quietly into Sean's ear.

"If you want to create a new era, you have to withstand the test of time." Howard was quite optimistic about it.

"Sean, the War Department is interested in Twin-Winged Demons. You should focus your efforts on light fighters, high-altitude night fighters, or interceptors, instead of jet aircraft."

Eisenhower shook his head. "Your aircraft is too expensive; it won't even win the war's favor. What we want are inexpensive, easily produced, and excellent fighter jets."

The future five-star general is sounding the alarm for Sean: we want it all, we want it all, and we want it all.

You can't just want it yourself; you're a businessman.

Yes, yes, free is the best.

"Sean, be realistic. Lockheed can easily succeed now. As long as you do a decent job, the War Department will make the choice."

Eisenhower didn't say it explicitly, but he made it very clear: don't mess around, becoming a millionaire is only a matter of time, and we will all help you, provided that you are down-to-earth.

Sean didn't think the price was too high; any groundbreaking weapon is never initially favored.

You have no idea that once jet aircraft appear, they will completely overwhelm current air combat capabilities.

Just moments ago, Sean Wayne was a beloved figure, but after the P-86 Sabre fighter jet appeared, even the United States became pessimistic about him, and he became a ostracized guy.

"Isn't this aircraft a bit too idealistic?"

"This was originally just an imaginary toy. Sean doesn't understand airplanes. Leave professional matters to professionals and let Lockheed develop on its own, instead of an outsider instructing an expert. Sean Wayne should spend more time on commentary; that's his domain."

After the excitement subsided, Lockheed's exhibition area became quiet, and everyone moved to one side.

"Haha, you used to have a whole group of people following you wherever you went, but now it's just the three of us. Sean, do you feel a huge sense of loss?"

Henry Ford poured cold water on Sean's enthusiasm.

"Truth is always lonely."

Upon hearing Sean's self-defense, the two big bosses next to him laughed in unison.

"Because they're thinking about whether it's worth the investment, not whether they're willing to invest."

Howard's analysis was quite accurate. He really liked the aircraft. "Sean, cooperate with me. By merging Lockheed and Hughes, we will create a miracle and show them that they are wrong. You will change the outcome of the war."

"You're a crazy guy." Sean made up his mind and reached out his hand to Hughes.

"This world needs passion. Look at this treasure, I love it."

"It's a pleasure working with you."

"It's a pleasure working with you. Should we now call it Lockheed Hughes Aircraft?"

"Haha, that's right."

Howard happily put his arm around Sean's shoulder. "I'll provide you with financial assistance so we can create a miracle."

The first day of the exchange meeting has ended.

Lockheed built a strange airplane; it wasn't made of the familiar wood, nor did it have the piston engine that people were used to.

It is an aircraft that can spew flames.

When the reporter introduced the products of the various companies at the exchange meeting to the Americans.

Everyone was surprised.

"Lockheed? Is that Sean Wayne's company?"

"Yes, Sean Wayne doesn't know anything about airplanes."

"But he's a weapons expert."

"Sean Wayne is a small arms expert, which is different from aircraft."

"He's making strange things."

Many people approach this with the mindset of mere spectators, believing that it's not easy for a new thing to gain widespread acceptance.

The next day, Sean and Howard had lunch together at a restaurant outside the hotel.

Howard's eyes would occasionally sweep over Hanni, his beautiful secretary.

"Mr. Sean, what are your thoughts on your aircraft?"

The ubiquitous media made Sean realize the troubles of being a celebrity.

Will Lockheed Martin face a financial crisis because of developing strange things?

I mean, besides studying jet aircraft, are you also studying helicopters?

"Which newspaper do you work for?"

The New York Times.

Haha, Sean laughed as he cut his steak, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it, so he put down his knife and fork.

The New York Times, you guys will be the ones chasing after Trump in the future.

Although I really want to say that you are very dedicated and know what the public likes to watch, you never learn your lesson.

Before Sean could speak, Howard stood up, wiped his mouth, and said, "Can we have a quiet lunch?"

"Mr. Howard, are you and Sean very familiar with each other?"

"We are friends. In addition, Lockheed will merge with Hughes Aircraft Company from this moment on. Sean Wayne will become the new owner of Lockheed Hughes Aircraft Company with 31% of the shares, and I am the second largest shareholder."

What? Lockheed and Hughes Aircraft Company merged?

Many reporters quickly pulled out their notebooks; this was big news.

"Mr. Howard, why is Sean the boss? Lockheed is a small company."

Howard looked at the reporters quietly. "Lockheed is not a small company. Don't you know it just acquired Pratt & Whitney?"

Did it even merge with Bell Aircraft Company?

Now, with the merger of Lockheed and Hughes, they have become the fourth largest aircraft manufacturer in the United States.

"My God, is that so?"

Howard smiled and nodded. "Yes, that's right, Sean Wayne is a real billionaire."

"Oh my god."

"So, you're questioning our ideas? Stop with your rhetoric. We want to build jet planes, even helicopters. Sean Wayne will usher in a new era."

Lockheed Hughes Aircraft Company: A New Giant in the American Aircraft Manufacturing Industry

Sean Wayne becomes the youngest billionaire.

Sean Wayne will work with Howard Hughes to build a new aircraft.

A romantic dreamer and a mad tycoon sparked a connection.

The whole of America is talking about these two guys who are always in the limelight.

"Did Sean and that madman Howard team up?"

"My God, one is a prophet in the military field, and the other is a stubborn tycoon. Are they going to revolutionize the aviation industry?"

"They said Sean doesn't understand airplanes."

"Howard didn't understand either, but he set a record."

"I think the two of them together are bound to cause some big trouble."

December 1940, 9.

Outside Berlin, Germany.

The young painter stood on one side of the track, holding up his binoculars.

Surrounded by a large number of soldiers, Göring looked at the runway with a smile.

A strange plane is preparing.

HE180 was later renamed HE280.

Germany's first true jet fighter is about to be tested.

A large number of reporters stood on the perimeter, while SS soldiers firmly guarded the area.

Goring then whispered a few instructions to the air force soldiers beside him.

The plane started its engine.

With a bang, the engine started spinning, and the HE280's three wheels began to spin, increasing in speed until it lifted off the track.

The little painter excitedly held up his binoculars, exclaiming, "Jet planes are very fast!"

"Of course," Goring said with a smug smile, "there's more to come."

"Really?" The art student didn't put down the binoculars. "My eyes can't keep up with it."

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Two BF aircraft took off from the ground, one a BF109 and the other a BF110!

As the three planes took off, everyone could feel that the HE280's speed far exceeded that of the BF!

The HE280 easily evaded the pursuit of two aircraft with a simple side-flight maneuver, its superior speed allowing it to sway left and right like a dog being walked, making it impossible for the aircraft behind to aim at it.

Then he quickly shook off his opponent and moved to the side.

"Sir, in actual combat, both BFs should have crashed."

"You mean jet aircraft have gained an overwhelming advantage?"

"Yes, because the fighter jet's aiming cannot keep up with its speed, we have been developing and even investing more resources under my coordination."

Not only did they develop a pressure ejection device, but they also solved the engine problem and even the wing icing problem at around 3000 meters.

This time, we followed the advice of expert Sean and adopted a swept-wing design.

"Excellent, put it into real-world testing."

"Henkell has produced ten of them, and we plan to ship them to Iran or Iraq in the Middle East for testing. Together with Mercedes' ME262, we will have two main fighter jets."

The bomber and transport aircraft projects started long ago, but the engine problem hasn't been overcome yet.

"Very good, so you're saying we're about to retaliate against Britain?"

The young painter still remembers the grudge from the British bombings, which have been happening every now and then, making him feel uneasy. He's about to lose his temper.

"Yes, the air force will crush Britain completely, no, even the Russians in the north will tremble in our shadow."

"Accelerate the development of the Panzer V tank."

"Sir, we need resources and money."

The young painter nodded in satisfaction. "Then let's drive the Slavs and British out of the Middle East as soon as possible, let them become independent, and we'll make our fortune just like the Americans."

"Yes."

"Let the Italians take this seriously. They haven't taken the Cairo Delta yet, let alone the Suez Canal. We need to cut off the connection between the Mediterranean and the Indian Ocean."

Early morning of September 26, 1940.

A team of ten elite French Sedan air combat pilots arrived at Tehran Airport in Iran.

The squadron leader was Colonel Garland, who was very reluctant to take on the mission. As an ace pilot, he did not want to do the work of testing weapons.

"That bastard Göring is playing with the lives of pilots."

Looking at the jet planes being inspected at the airport, Garland was piloting them entirely based on experience, and his aiming was terrible. There were even a lot of problems with the airflow and visibility in the cockpit, which made him want to complain.

The other ace pilots were also furious; they hadn't received any regular training and had been thrown directly into the battlefield.

Reinhardt also received orders, and looking at these strange planes, he still asked a question.

"We are about to attack the 47th Corps in the north. Can your squadron handle it? The original air force has been transferred to the south to fight against the Royal Air Force and to support the Iraq war. The Iranians in the north have suffered heavy losses and only have thirty Hawks left."

"I don't know." Garland didn't give a definite answer, which was unusual for a proud expert. "It's a new aircraft, and the weapons are 30mm cannons with delayed-action fuses. They customized the missiles and cannons specifically for this aircraft. I don't know how effective they are. Those crazy engineers even installed rockets on the plane."

"Alright, the air force in the north has been greatly weakened. They still have about 70 I-15 fighter jets. I will ask the Iranian Royal Guard Air Force for help. You must annihilate them."

I tried my best.

Watching Reinhardt walk away, Garland picked up the wine jug in frustration. It was noon on September 26th.

Alarms were sounding loudly at Tehran airport.

Colonel Garland's squadron immediately boarded the plane.

The 47th Army and the 26th Mechanized Army Infantry Division in Khorasan Province are undergoing reorganization.

During this period of fighting, they lost a large number of tanks and armored vehicles and could only use horses.

The atmosphere on the battlefield was tinged with pessimism, and a large number of new recruits began to build fortifications, turning what was initially a blitzkrieg into a siege warfare.

Novikov was transferred to a labor camp in Siberia.

The newly arrived Marshal Grigorikulik is planning the offensive.

The artillery units lined up in a row, looking incredibly imposing.

It offers a panoramic view of the desert wilderness.

Kulik believed that as long as the artillery paved the way, victory could be easily achieved even without tanks.

"Novikov is giving orders haphazardly. As long as we advance, we will win. The artillery fire will destroy the enemy's lines. We don't need mechanized units at all."

The officers and soldiers around him smiled and nodded repeatedly.

Even if we wanted it, we wouldn't have it now; all three tank divisions were forced to disband.

"Order the troops to attack Wentz. The Germans are hiding there, and they are organized units, even with high-ranking commanders. There are big fish in Wentz."

Kulik smiled smugly, knowing that once he caught them, Germany's little trick would be exposed.

Iran can achieve its goal by pressuring Germany to withdraw its troops, which would make things easier for Iran.

"Catch me a big fish."

Hundreds of cannons were aimed at the distant earthen city.

As the artillery opened fire, the sound of cannons exploded across the position.

The artillerymen bowed their heads and frowned, enduring the enormous roar.

When the first shell landed on a house, the yellow mud-brick house instantly shattered.

Large amounts of soil and rocks were blown away.

A huge cloud of smoke rose up.

Boom boom boom.

The ground was trembling, and the gravel was jumping.

The entire city wailed in despair from the explosion.

Numerous houses were blown to pieces, leaving nothing but rubble.

The citizens had already been evacuated, and the empty city was left with only the Iranian 5th Division hiding in the tunnels.

Most of them raised their heads in despair, gripping their weapons tightly.

May the gods protect you.

Many people spread their hands out to the sky, their eyes devoid of hope.

This time, the Slavs committed an army, three infantry divisions, and more than 30,000 men.

As the shelling ceased, an hour of bombardment had already reduced Wentz to ruins.

"Go, go, go!"

Amidst the shouts of the committee members from various departments.

"Hurrah!" A tidal wave of Slavs charged toward the city, rifles in hand.