WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

Standing to the side, Himm thought to himself, "Sir, Sean doesn't like medals, but the speaker isn't in a good mood today." Himm stopped himself from speaking.

Seemingly sensing that his confidant had something to say, the orator let out a sigh of relief.

"Hilem, is there anything you want to say?"

"Sir, Mr. Sean is an expert, and also a genius with an artistic flair. His tactics are like art, and his way of thinking is like creation, full of beauty."

"Yes, art. I am also a painter. I admired art when I was young, and I always have common topics with people who like art."

Sean, I like him. He loves art just like me. Himm, you know what to do, right?

"Yes." Himm smiled gently. "Then give him art," Hanni said.

After finishing his speech, the speaker slammed his hands down on the table.

"Can anyone tell me why the tank battle at Lublin turned out this way? We lost hundreds of tanks to the French 1st Division and were even unable to advance our lines at one point. We had to deploy our air force."

The enemy has only a limited force, even a small air force, yet they managed to hold off the powerful Imperial army with their armored tanks and infantry. What are your army doing?

Yes, Little Mustache got angry. Things were going well until the German armored forces in Belgium failed to defeat the French.

Does this sound like a word?

The two sides are tied?

Even the rearguard French 1st Division successfully covered the Allied retreat before leaving gracefully.

The Battle of Hannute in Belgium was the largest tank battle at the beginning of the war.

The French army fought a bloody and desperate battle, unlike anything they had fought in Sedan.

The Germans, who prided themselves on tank mechanization and spearheaded military reforms, actually did not gain any advantage.

Little Mustache couldn't accept it.

"Your Excellency," Manstein said in a low voice, "the French tank divisions are equipped with a number of Soma 35 medium tanks, as well as Hotchkiss H35 and H39 tanks. Their firepower is superior to ours, and the armor of our medium tanks cannot withstand their attacks."

"Are you saying my tanks are bad? But I gave you the maximum resources."

The speaker became even more dissatisfied, pointing out that the enormous salary expenditure of the defense forces alone was an astronomical figure.

I'm still investing in the research and development of self-propelled artillery for you, which is a huge amount of money.

"Actually, we could lean towards the Air Force."

After Göring finished speaking, all the army generals glared at him angrily, seeing this as taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

Goring remained completely unfazed, his smug gaze sweeping across the crowd's faces as if to say, "You can win even if you don't like it, haha, this is what it feels like to be a first-class person—comfortable."

Once I develop my assault rifle, the air mobility force will be several levels stronger.

With the heavy transport aircraft currently under development, the future belongs to the Air Force.

Then you'll understand the unshakeable position of the Air Force.

Göring was very pleased, while the army was very disappointed.

The Battle of Lublin was indeed fought poorly.

"Your Excellency, French tanks have poor mobility and are very cumbersome. Although their cannons have large calibers and strong firepower, they are not agile enough. Our tanks seek a balance between speed, agility, and firepower. These tanks are more conducive to our rapid mobility tactics."

The speaker calmed down a little after hearing Manstein's explanation.

"Call the Mexicans now. We've agreed to attack together. There's been a delay on the Belgian front. I hope Italy can send troops to encircle the large number of troops in southern France from the south, annihilate them, and force France to surrender as soon as possible."

Himm made a phone call and handed it to the speaker.

"My friend, you should send troops now."

"Feel sorry."

"What did you say?" The speaker was stunned; this apology sounded so unpleasant.

"We Italians don't like war."

You're telling me you don't like war?

So who was it that attacked Ethiopia a few years ago?

The speaker nearly dropped the phone.

"If you cooperate, France will surrender soon."

"Sorry, we're not ready yet."

"Not prepared?" The speaker froze again. "We've discussed this more than once, and you're still not prepared?"

"Are you serious? You're definitely not serious. How could you be unprepared when war has already broken out?"

"Yes, we didn't even prepare a battle plan."

Bang! The speaker smashed the phone, staring blankly at everyone in the Supreme Command, thinking, "What the hell did I choose?"

It seems to reveal the storyteller's melancholy.

Göring declared loudly, "We don't need Italians."

Himmler agreed, "We can defeat France."

May 16, 1940, marked the end of the Battle of Lublin.

The battlefields in Europe are once again in turmoil.

The French expeditionary force withdrew from Norway, the port of Narvik was occupied by Germany, and Norway was completely defeated.

The British Royal Navy aircraft carrier HMS Ark was sunk by the German Navy's Gnanausen and Scharnhorst while escorting the evacuation of expeditionary forces.

The first two pieces of news came like a bolt from the blue.

The tense naval battle in Norway immediately shifted in momentum once the French heartland was breached.

"My God, the Royal Navy aircraft carrier has been sunk."

"Sean was right again. Germany attacked other countries and then gained a strategic advantage in the Norwegian theater. Without the expeditionary force, Norway surrendered immediately."

The Nordic war is over.

Norway's complete defeat occurred a month earlier than historically expected.

Sean's butterfly effect is slowly beginning to take effect.

The French Prime Minister reshuffled his cabinet, dismissed Gamelin, the commander-in-chief of the Anglo-French forces, appointed Wyatt, a World War I general, as commander-in-chief of the armed forces, and appointed veteran Pétain as deputy prime minister.

General Wei Gang will save France.

"Haha, Gamelin, who mocked Sean, has been dismissed."

"No wonder there hasn't been any daily humiliation of Sean in recent French commentary."

"They probably aren't in the mood."

In the suburbs of Los Angeles, a huge warehouse stands on a sloping road.

A sign is being hung up at the main entrance.

Sean's Hunting Shop

Inside the main hall, a group of men were sawing planks for renovations.

A young man wearing a hat made of newspaper is painting a wall.

"Sean, is Mr. Sean in?"

Shouts came from the gate, and a group of construction workers stopped what they were doing and looked at the police standing at the gate.

"Hey, Sheriff Deckard, I heard you got promoted."

"Haha, yes, I'm the deputy director now." Deck pointed to the two silver stripes on his shoulder. "I'm here today to inquire about Project Bluebird. When do we start?"

By the way, how long will it take for Germany to beat France?

Sean's hand holding the brush froze in mid-air.

"What did you say? Are you serious? You came all this way just to ask me this?"

All the workers in the hall looked at Sean at the same time. "Mr. Sean, tell us, we want to know too."

Marilyn Monroe, covered in paint, laughed heartily to the side.

"Dad, it seems that hiding in the store won't help. People will still come to ask. This morning it was Jason, and now it's Chief Deck."