WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

As the landlord prepared breakfast in the early morning, he took the newspaper from the mailbox. The moment he opened the newspaper, his eyes were fixed on the headline.

[War has reignited in Europe as Germany launches a brutal invasion of Poland.]

Good heavens, Germany has really launched an attack.

The landlord rubbed his eyes and realized he wasn't mistaken.

He looked at today's news.

The German Air Force launched a large-scale bombing raid on military facilities in Poland at 4:45 a.m. today.

160 million German troops, spearheaded by mechanized forces, marched into Poland.

This included seven armored divisions, four mechanized light armored divisions, four motorized infantry divisions, 1930 aircraft, and 2800 tanks.

"My God, this is a war of the whole nation!" Germany has almost emptied its coffers, and this crazy move is beyond everyone's expectations.

The landlord stared with his mouth agape for a long time.

A few days ago, newspapers reported that Germany had even reached an agreement with a country to the north.

A country that claims to be anti-North Korea actually signed a non-aggression pact with the North.

Isn't this a joke?

Reality is truly more surreal than fiction; Germany's move caught everyone off guard.

"My God, Sean was right."

The landlord looked slightly embarrassed.

He looked down on this young man.

Sean also left the room to buy a newspaper. Although he knew history would not change, he was still excited. This time, no one would question him.

Seeing Sean walk out of the room, the landlord shouted excitedly, "Sean, a fight has broken out! Germany has invaded Poland, my God!"

Hearing the landlord's shouts, Sean went around the stairs and arrived at the other party's room door.

The landlord's eyes darted around. "Sean, you're right, they really started fighting."

Sean took the newspaper from the landlord and read it quietly. History is history; it cannot be changed. Everything happened naturally.

How could I possibly make a mistake? Because I know everything.

Sean clenched his fist excitedly. Yes, as a visitor from the future, he had insight into the entire course of the war. He was the most accurate military commentator in this world and this era.

No one is better than him.

"This was bound to happen. Defeat, economic setbacks, territorial losses—Germany needed to divert attention from its internal wounds and contradictions."

It's important to understand that Germany was burdened with 1320 billion gold marks in war reparations, and the entire nation had endured two decades of oppression; they had gone mad.

"Sean, I'm sorry, what you said did happen." The landlord took out his sandwich and handed it to Sean. "I apologize for my rudeness."

"It's nothing."

"So what will happen next? Will Poland really be defeated quickly as you said? Although Germany's surprise attack was successful, Poland still has a large army."

The landlord remained steadfast in his opinion.

Yes, more than a million, and with reserves, it could even reach 300 million.

But so what?

That was an army with chaotic equipment and outdated tactical thinking.

Although they are not weak, and would definitely be in the top 30 globally, there is still no chance of a turnaround.

"They'll collapse in a week."

A week?

The landlord was almost startled. He stared blankly at Sean, thinking, "You really dare to say anything."

"impossible!"

Haha, another familiar viewpoint. Sean didn't want to refute it, because the answer was already in his mind.

When Germany launched World War II and displayed Blitzkrieg, you realized how wrong you were. Was Blitzkrieg invincible?

No, it has significant logistical deficiencies, but neighboring Poland could be caught off guard and overwhelmed.

"Thank you for the sandwich, landlord."

Sean ate his sandwich as he walked toward the door.

"Hey, Sean, keep going, let's chat some more." The landlord kept trying to persuade him to stay. There wasn't much entertainment in this era, and the landlord was itching to have an exchange of information and ideas with someone.

Want to chat?

We argued, our necks red.

I'd rather go and carry a few more bricks, or even just lie at home and do some dusting and cleaning. My hands would still have real residue, filling the room with the scent of heather, which would at least make me feel comfortable.

Want to chat with you?

What can I get?

Sean shook his head, ate the landlord's bacon and egg sandwich, and boarded the early morning red train.

Standing in the carriage, all I could hear was today's war-related topics.

"Really, Germany has attacked! My God, I thought they wouldn't do this. Britain and France would restrain them, and with the threat from the north, Germany would be very cautious."

"Yes, I don't think a war will break out so soon either; at least they're not ready."

It's not just men who are talking about it; many women are also discussing it.

This topic has resonated with the entire era and the world.

Unfortunately, there's no internet. If I made a video, my video might get over 100 million views in a single day.

Sean was somewhat disappointed.

"You know what? I saw a comment like that in the newspaper a few days ago."

"Me too, Sean, yes, him, a very ordinary name. I know three Seans."

"Haha. But he was right about part of it. Germany will attack, but I don't think Poland will be defeated quickly."

"Me too."

Hehe, Sean listened attentively when they mentioned his article, but as he listened to the rest, he found that they were all unanimously skeptical.

To be honest, nobody would believe that.

But they didn't realize that the truth was in their own hands.

Sean smiled unconsciously again, knowing that knowing the exam answers really made him feel a little lonely.

Even though I know they are all wrong and I am right, I can't help but laugh when I hear their grand pronouncements and dismissive attitude towards my comments.

Upon arriving at the pier, the weather seemed to be playing a joke on everyone, and a light rain began to fall. Los Angeles' maritime climate, besides being hot, is also humid, somewhat similar to Guangdong.

Water gradually accumulated on the ground, and puddles appeared near the warehouse close to the dock. Stepping on them, your shoes would be covered in mud.

At Pier 4, the site with the worst road conditions, a group of Asians were carrying goods, their bodies soaked, as they trudged forward through the rain and the difficult terrain.

Many people even fell and got covered in mud.

"Hey Sean."

When Sean entered the warehouse, many of his coworkers offered him towels.

However, Sean didn't take it. The towel, stained with black grease, had a pungent smell. Europeans and Americans often have strong body odor, and that towel smelled... damn, I should say, MOTHER FUCKER.

It smells awful.

The roads are slippery from the rain, and many people are waiting for the rain to stop.

Fat Bishop swung his huge ass as he walked out from behind the warehouse desk.

"You won't get paid until you finish today. Also, what I mean is, the weather's bad today, but I've given you the work, you understand?"

He was reminding everyone that the brokerage fee they were supposed to pay had nothing to do with the weather.

"That bastard." The coworker next to him glared angrily at the fat man.

"If you don't want it, I can find Vietnamese people; their foremen are willing to take the job for a third of your salary."

The warehouse fell silent; everyone clenched their fists, wanting to punch him.

Sean did want to, but as the union manager, he also had the Irish gang behind him, who liked to stab people with knives after get off work.

Everyone dispersed, feeling miserable, and sat in a corner of the warehouse waiting for the rain to stop.

Feeling indignant, one has no choice but to bow one's head when under someone else's roof.

Today's goods were cotton-padded clothes and drilling tools. The cotton-padded clothes couldn't get wet, and the fat man knew this, so he didn't say anything. He walked to his table, took out a metal box from the drawer, and started eating gummy candies.

"Hey Sean, my God, you're right, Germany really did invade Poland."

"Sean, how did you know?"

"Yeah, we were laughing at you, but we didn't expect you to be telling the truth."

"Sean, how long did it take for Poland to be defeated?"

"Really a month?"

Listening to his coworkers' shouts, Sean sat in the corner, shrinking back, not wanting to talk to them, because it would just turn into another pointless argument.

A man in a shirt stood in front of Sean, blocking the light.

"Your name is Sean?"

"Yes, sir."

Sean looked up at the warehouse owner in front of him.

"How many days do you think Poland can hold out?"

What did you say? Sean looked up in surprise.