WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

Marilyn happily tied on an apron and made beef and potato soup, hoping to cheer Sean up.

Actually, Sean wasn't worried because history wouldn't change.

But he couldn't tell Marilyn, "Don't worry, little one, I won't make a mistake."

Hannie, who followed him back, secretly approached Sean, acting all mysterious.

Why are you standing so close?

Sean leaned back, keeping a certain distance from the other person.

"Sir Sean, the Air Force has already taken action. As per your instructions, they will carry out a decapitation strike against Oslo, with the Air Force's most elite ace unit, the Wayne Assault Division, as the spearhead."

Wait a moment.

What do you mean by following my instructions? Sean looked completely bewildered.

You did the same thing in history, but you didn't succeed and you didn't catch the person.

Since paratroopers only have two legs, when the royal family discovered this, they led a dozen or so people, grabbed some gold and valuables, and ran away.

Two legs can't run as fast as four wheels.

By the time the paratroopers caught up, the enemy had already fled to Hamar, 80 miles to the north.

If we can't catch up, we can't capture them, so we can only go back and fight them slowly.

I am simply stating the actions you will take in accordance with the course of history.

Next, the air force will launch a massive bombing raid on the Royal Navy fleet near Argen.

It sank one destroyer, damaged one battleship and two heavy cruisers.

The Royal Navy withdrew.

The air force played a huge role in this incident.

This is the course of the battle as described in the documentary, so it must be accurate.

Sean looked at the other person strangely and opened his mouth to speak.

"How could it be my instruction? Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm sorry, it was my mistake. I made a mistake. You didn't give any instructions. We were operating according to the Air Force's original plan. It's just that this time it wasn't just paratroopers, but an experimental deployment of the Wayne Commando Division."

"Wayne Assault Division?" Sean cautiously inquired for confirmation.

"Yes."

"A paratrooper air assault division?"

Hanni nodded.

"Rapid reaction force?"

Hanni nodded again.

FUCK!

This is different from history.

Rapid reaction forces don't just have two legs.

Will it succeed?

Can history be biased?

Or will it self-correct after a deviation occurs?

This is something Sean has always been concerned about.

However, at present, regardless of success or failure, it has not changed the course of history much; Norway's defeat is an undeniable fact.

4 PM on April 9th.

Hundreds of paratroopers landed in Oslo, leaving everyone stunned.

In fact, World War II was just like playing Red Alert; the most annoying thing was the paratroopers.

It's disgusting, with lumps here and there.

You still have to clean it up.

When a group of people appear.

German paratroopers, weapons in hand, quickly assembled.

Then, some vehicles were dropped from the sky by a giant parachute.

Norway didn't have many troops to begin with.

There were a total of six unsatisfactory division commanders.

Some of them were stationed in Narvik, a major port in northern Norway, where British and French forces were stationed.

Another part of the troops were stationed in Trondheim, a seaport in the central region.

The last part was stationed in the capital, Oslo.

The Norwegian army was shocked when the armored vehicles fell from the sky.

"They actually airdropped armored vehicles?"

"My God, really, what am I seeing? The Germans have gone mad."

Many people looked surprised.

You should know that paratroopers are not rare, but airborne armored troops are.

The assembled paratroopers immediately ran towards the vehicles, boarded them skillfully, and began to gather in formation.

Soon, the two companies of armored soldiers had assembled.

Most of them are four-wheeled assault reconnaissance vehicles, but even small vehicles can't compete with those equipped with machine guns, making their firepower much stronger than that of ordinary paratroopers. The key is that they are fast.

Then there were even six-wheeled infantry fighting vehicles in the whole team. These were real infantry fighting vehicles, and their 20mm autocannons were enough to deal with all current armored forces.

Even light tanks couldn't withstand their continuous fire.

The firepower of the paratrooper assault division has increased several levels.

The colonel in command got into the reconnaissance vehicle and waved his hand.

"Target 1: Norwegian Royal Palace; Target 2: Oslo Airport. Move out!"

The 2nd Company headed towards the airport, but encountered resistance from Norwegian troops in the city.

However, other paratrooper companies began to assemble one after another, and they occupied key transportation routes in Oslo and set up firing positions.

Under the escort of fighter planes, bombers began intensive bombing of coastal artillery and military installations around the city.

Countless aerial bombs fell from the sky.

Flames engulfed the building.

The Norwegians hid in their houses, covering their heads, praying for God's protection.

And I cast the most vicious curse upon these damned bastards.

Flames, explosions, shouts, and gunshots echoed over Oslo.

The royal family was in complete chaos and began packing.

But they didn't expect history to play a little joke on them. This time, the paratroopers weren't on two legs. They arrived too quickly. Before they could even finish moving the gold, the reconnaissance assault vehicles arrived on Karl Johan Street and blocked the main entrance of the palace.

Soon, the sounds of gunfire erupted outside the palace.

At 3 p.m., Goring looked at the telegram that had been sent with an almost suppressed smile on his face.

The decapitation operation was successful, and the high-value target was captured.

Capturing the airport allows for subsequent operations.

The royal family has announced its surrender.

The Air Force has won a resounding victory!

I'm now a first-class citizen.

Goering held his breath and kept laughing.

Then, excitedly, she went to Adolf's side and whispered something in his ear.

"The decapitation operation was a complete success, and the royal family has surrendered."

What does it mean when the royal family of a kingdom surrenders?

From a military perspective, the war is over.

Won.

This was a textbook decapitation strike.

This marks the first-ever deployment of a rapid reaction force.

It was originally a failure, not worth remembering, but this time it was a success.

"Really? Hahaha!"

The little mustache clenched his fist excitedly, tucking it under his armpits, clearly very excited.

"Sir, the air force is a powerful force. According to Sean's theory, we are in a position no less important than the army. In war, air superiority is of paramount importance."

"Yes." The speaker waved his fist, he was excited.

"The air assault division played a crucial role in this operation."

"That's right!"

"Airborne divisions have excellent mobility and strike capabilities, and are even more agile and farther-range than mechanized units."

"Hmm." That's true. Hundreds of kilometers, if you run on the ground, the tanks would break down before you even get there. The air force is different; airplanes fly faster and farther.

"We will play an irreplaceable and vital role in the fight against Britain."

"right!"

"So, should military spending be increased further?"

The man with the mustache nodded affirmatively. "Very good, that's settled!"

Haha, Goering suppressed his excitement, inwardly shouting, "Success!"

Denmark surrendered at nine o'clock this morning, and now, on the same day, Norway and Denmark have both been defeated.

This is a glorious and great victory.

"I'm going to award medals to our heroes, the Wayne Assault Division, and also to our Imperial hero, Sean Wayne. I'm going to give him a Knight's Medal, no, two medals."

What did you say?

Did I hear that right? Two?

You must have misheard. There's no way two missiles could be fired in the same battle.

Goring stared, doubting his ears.

"Yes, two. One is simply not enough to reward his achievements. The Wayne Assault Division, decapitation strikes, raids—all of this is inextricably linked to Sean Wayne."

"Without him, the Empire could not have achieved its great victory." "It's just a medal; the orator doesn't care. There are plenty of those things."

Are you serious?

An American did nothing, and you issued two? I did all of that.

"That's too rash!" Goering felt a pang of sadness.

"Hmm?" The bearded man turned to look at Goring. You're not usually like this. Why aren't you going along with what I'm saying today?

"We are all one." Being too special is not good.

"You said it yourself, that Sean played a crucial role, and that we will even defeat Britain in the future. Now you're calling it reckless? And you want to increase military spending? Why should I increase military spending for reckless ideas?"

"What I mean is, we should award him the Order of the Diamond, Oak Leaves and Gold Sword to highlight Sean's outstanding contributions and irreplaceable achievements."

"Are you fucking crazy?" A group of army generals looked at Göring with disdain.