WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

Berlin was filled with jubilation.

The speaker was excitedly gesturing and waving his fists incessantly at the Supreme Command headquarters.

"Italy has finally made up its mind to send troops, which will tie down the Ninth Army in the south."

Manstein nodded repeatedly, agreeing with the speaker's statement, "Our hero is truly a master strategist."

Was Italy provoked by Sean?

No, Sean was actually just talking about online jokes; he had no intention of provoking anyone.

Not only Italy, but also Japan was swayed by Sean's prediction.

General Erich had no complaints about Sean receiving the medal this time, and even joked, "Sir Sean is a god outside the battlefield, how did he do it?"

When we contacted Italy, they were completely unprepared, like a dead pig.

The show had barely aired when Italy couldn't sit still—a stroke of genius!

Tokyo.

He was clearly dressed in military uniform, looking at the Minister of the Navy.

Are you sure France will definitely lose?

"Yes, their defeat is inevitable. Italy's entry was the final cornerstone that crushed France. Now we can take this opportunity to take over East Indochina, where the French colonial forces are no match for us."

Moreover, we have not declared war on France, so this will not displease Britain.

"Then let's expand our territory."

Americans today have a happy expression on their faces, and when they run into acquaintances while holding a newspaper, they will ask them a question.

Have you read today's newspaper?

"I see, Sean finally made a mistake."

"Haha, yes, Italy declared war immediately after the program aired."

"Sean probably didn't expect that either, did he?"

"Yes, Italy did a brilliant job this time, Sean Wayne's nemesis."

Italian immigrants on Venice Beach shouted upon seeing the news.

"Glory belongs to Italy."

Many French people watched them, chanting, "Long live France!"

Sean's curse seemed to have cracked, and people treated it as a joke.

The warm morning sun shone on him. Sean opened the window and, holding a pen, was drawing the shape of the SVD sniper rifle near the windowsill.

He looked at the drawing and smiled wryly, "Should I learn some sketching?"

Rip! The paper on the drawing board is torn off; the drawing is terrible.

SVD technology is not very complicated, but some materials and processes are still lacking. Is it possible to develop it?

Sean wasn't sure if this was a true sniper rifle.

In reality, neither the German Mauser 98K, nor the British Field rifle, nor the American Springfield rifle can be considered a true sniper rifle.

"Sean, Sean, were you wrong? Were you really wrong? Italy has declared war."

Jason walked in, munching on a box of donuts, and placed one next to Sean. "Have one, it's delicious."

"I was wrong?" Sean didn't take the donut but looked up in surprise. How could he be wrong? Historically, Italy did not participate in the war at the beginning, but only made a brief appearance when France was about to surrender, and did not achieve anything.

The declaration of war should be on the 10th of next month, and the battle should begin around the 24th.

Is this the effect I created? More than half a month ahead of schedule?

"Yes, you're wrong. Italy declared war today."

"Huh?" Sean was both amused and exasperated. Were they that agitated? Declaring war now? Wouldn't that mean getting beaten to a pulp by the French?

There was no battle plan, no supplies prepared, and the battle dragged on.

Sean had no idea what was wrong with Old Mexican, which was anything but romantic.

The French didn't perform too well at the start on home soil, but Paris is safe now. The Italians have really gone mad; they're going to attack the Little Maginot Line.

"This is the newspaper. People in Europe and America are talking about it. Many people on the street are all smiles, telling everyone that Sean was wrong and finally failed. This time, Italy has broken Sean's curse."

I don't know how to say it.

Upon hearing Jason's words, Sean kept laughing, "Wrong is wrong."

How could I have imagined that?

So it turns out Mexicans can be tough too.

"France is in big trouble now," Jansen said regretfully.

"Italy can't beat France."

"What? France is facing its darkest hour, and Italy still can't win?" Jason was really surprised that Sean would say that. You're sure France has been defeated and is currently besieged on both sides. How can you possibly beat Italy under such circumstances?

"Yes, we can't win. Anyway, after fighting for so long, the French defenses are still there!"

Jason was shocked. "Are they really that weak in combat?"

"No, their combat capabilities are a mystery."

"Hahahaha." Jason laughed so hard he almost fell over.

Knock, knock, knock. There was a knock on the door. Hannie, dressed in a suit, was followed by several people.

Jason glanced in the direction of the door. "By the way, I have some ideas about the multi-point fixing structure that Sean mentioned. I consulted a few watchmakers, and they said it's possible to design some slots, but it's still under research. I'll bring you a sample when I've made it."

The stockings entrepreneur left excitedly, seemingly having found a source of inspiration to chat with.

After Jason left, the living room of the apartment became quiet. Hanni walked in, followed by four people.

She bowed slightly to Sean. "Sir, four paratroopers have arrived. Two of them are snipers selected through rigorous Air Force training. They were both elite Army soldiers."

Sean stood up from his chair and walked over to the group.

Hello.

Four paratroopers excitedly reached out their hands; these were the heroes who had created a miracle.

"Mr. Sean."

"No need to call me 'Sir,' call me 'Boss.' This is America."

"Yes, sir!"

Four soldiers stood with their chests out.

"The other two were transferred from the Navy to the Air Force, and they are skilled divers."

"great!"

It now has land, sea, and air capabilities.

"Some of their relatives have already arrived, and I have arranged for them to stay in an empty apartment on the second floor."

"Okay, give them an advance on their salaries, let them adjust to the environment, and hand them over to Heidel. If you need anything, just let me know, and I'll do my best to help you."

"Thank you, Your Excellency. We will carry out any of your orders diligently, even at the cost of our lives."

Sean chuckled softly. "Don't be so formal, go and rest."

"yes!"

Hanni stood to one side with the door closed, like a tireless machine.

She looked at Sean, her gaze drifting slightly, as if she had something to say.

Sean understood, and held out his hand. "What do you want to say?"

"Hmm." Hanni replied somewhat awkwardly.

"It's okay, anything is fine."

Aren't you angry?

Sean didn't know what to say. "Why would I be angry?"

Hanni carefully took a box out of her pocket.

A bolt from the blue.

Sean's expression changed instantly when he saw the familiar box.

"medal?"

"Yes."

After Hanni finished speaking, she opened the box.

"You've got it wrong, haven't you? You must have made a mistake. Why are you sending it to me again?"

"Yes."

"What did I do this time to make you all so excited, constantly giving me badges?"

"Father of the Airborne Division, advocate of advanced weaponry."

"It's over." Sean waved his hand, "Don't give me that."

"Pioneers of special operations."

"Not necessarily. Although the Dutch and Belgian air forces were the vanguard and were bound to make a name for themselves, taking down the Dutch and Belgian armies was also very important."

Don't add any more drama to my story. Did you guys get your heads slammed in a door? Of course they did.

"Of course, the most important thing is that Italy decided to send troops to France after your program aired."

Sean was stunned.

Does this count?

"I have a whole drawer full of medals."

"If the army generals heard this, they would be so ashamed that they would commit suicide. You are truly a hero who has created miracles, unmatched in Germany."

Sean clutched his head in discomfort. "This World War II hasn't even been going on for a year, and I'm already a full-fledged veteran."

As expected, you don't like it. Hanni carefully put the medal down.

"Sir, I will make you happy."

"Really?" Sean became interested.