WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

December 1940, 6.

The streets were filled with the desperate cries of newsboys.

"Los Angeles hero Sean Wayne silently protects us."

"Sean Wayne resolves the Los Angeles Harbor gang shootout incident."

Americans today are not hearing the spat between Italy and Sean.

We didn't hear any Germans shouting "Our American hero, Shawn Wayne!"

Instead, they heard a name they never imagined.

Sean Wayne is our own hero!

"What exactly happened?" Many people were completely baffled.

"How did Sean Wayne become the guardian of Los Angeles? Isn't he a critic?"

Countless Californians stopped newsboys and bought a copy of the Los Angeles Times.

Sean Wayne assembles the world's first special weapons and tactics unit.

Sean Wayne's Obsidian Inc. will partner with the Los Angeles Police Department to protect Los Angeles.

Sean Wayne, the guardian of Los Angeles, our own hero.

Sean Wayne, it's Sean Wayne again.

I hadn't heard his name for a few days, and now his legend is all over America.

This guy is back in everyone's mouths.

"What are special weapons and tactical units?" many citizens asked curiously.

"I know, I saw a group of soldiers in San Pedro yesterday wearing strange black uniforms with skull markings on their shoulders. They looked terrifying."

"Really?"

"Yes, those ten of them killed the entire gang."

My God.

"They haven't had any casualties yet."

"Oh My God."

"What kind of unit was that exactly?"

Many people are curious.

Even Ridgway in Washington looked at the newspaper in surprise, sitting at Eisenhower's desk. "Special Weapons and Tactics Force? They actually dare to call themselves a force?"

Eisenhower gave Ridgway's buttocks a shove in frustration.

"They were a group of guys so elite that I can't even describe them."

"Are you serious? You can't be serious, can you? One critic can train a group of elites?"

Ridgway didn't believe it. Sean Wayne was indeed a tactical genius, but commenting and leading troops were different, let alone training elites.

"If you don't believe me, fine, but I do believe that when you see those guys, you'll only feel fear. They're like a bunch of war machines."

"My God." Ridgway looked quietly at his friend. "You're not exaggerating, are you?"

"Get out of my way, don't interfere with my work. Whether you believe me or not is none of my business."

"Damn it."

While everyone else was curious, Sean was troubled as he watched Hanni hand him the bill.

He almost cursed. The training of these paratroopers was fucking expensive, not even counting the equipment.

"Seriously? Heidel said he wants to buy an armored vehicle?"

Hanni nodded. "He also needs airplanes for parachute training."

"Get out! If he wants to train in diving, am I supposed to build him a huge swimming pool?"

Sean pointed in the direction of the gate.

Hanni suppressed a laugh, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Your Excellency, if you go to Berlin, all your requests will be fulfilled."

"go out."

Berlin isn't mine either; what I want is something that belongs to me.

Sean picked up the newspaper and looked at the news about himself.

Suddenly he laughed.

"Looks like I'm going to get another title, the father of special forces. I have so many titles now that I can't even count them all."

Berlin.

The Supreme Command looked at the American telegram, and everyone there seemed to take it all for granted.

"The Americans were truly astonished that Sir Sean Wayne established a special forces unit."

Yes, in Manstein's view, this is simply incomparable to the "detect and destroy" principle in information-based warfare.

"Lord Sean is a true genius." Goering was never stingy with praise for Sean; it was all talk and no action, but the real benefits were what mattered.

"You're right."

Even the most low-key third-class navy personnel looked at Himm in surprise, were they serious?

You can't be serious, can you?

The three of you rarely see each other, so it's unusual that you didn't argue with each other.

As a check on the Wehrmacht, the SS would naturally not follow the army in making trouble.

The Air Force will prioritize the Air Force and will not extend an olive branch to the Army.

Oh dear, the naval commanders were surprisingly united today.

Those are the ones who glimpse fate, you ignorant bunch.

Hiram pondered quietly, his conviction growing stronger that Sean possessed mysterious powers.

"Yes, Sean is a true genius and a passionate artist; we share the same interests," the speaker said excitedly.

"He is still a noble person," Goring reminded him expressionlessly from the side.

"Yes, noble people." The speaker clenched his fist and tucked it under his armpit.

"Your Excellency, based on Lord Sean Wayne's tactical thinking, our army is about to undergo a comprehensive transformation and upgrade. We will become the most powerful army in the world, bar none."

"Really?" The speaker turned his head with interest to look at the two army generals, Erich and Yodl.

"Yes, we are fully confident," Yodl said in a low voice.

"These are all thanks to His Excellency Sean's tactical thinking, which has provided us with ideas, no, it should be said that it has pointed out the future development direction of the world's armies, and even clarified the new form of future warfare."

He was a unique genius, the father of the future army.

"Sean is a genius, and no one in Germany would doubt that," the speaker affirmed.

"Therefore, we feel that a medal should be awarded."

oops.

The speaker suddenly looked at them strangely, "Haven't you always been against it? Why are you bringing it up today? Isn't that a bit presumptuous?"

"These are my heartfelt words."

Goring stared at Yodl with a stern face. "That's my line, fucking."

"Sean's tactical thinking is a beacon of light in the darkness for armies around the world."

Himm's lips twitched as he turned to glance at Erich.

My God, when you Army start flattering us, even the SS can't stop you.

Göring broke down. These bastards! What reform? They just want military funding.

The two army generals glanced at the two men and smiled slightly.

We will too. Listening to advice is no difficult thing. As meticulous Germans, we know our shortcomings and correct them. That's what meticulousness is.

"Despicable!" Hillam and Goring cursed inwardly.

"Yes, I'm going to award him the medal. Immediately, have them prepare. When is Sean coming to Berlin? I really want to see him. We have so much in common—military, weapons, war, and art."

The speaker raised his fists and waved them.

We can't let your army steal our treasure.

"Your Excellency, the medal is insufficient to express the extent of your merit and the importance attached to you. Please present Neuschwanstein Castle to him."

Oh? That's the most beautiful castle in Germany.

Just like in fairy tales, the speaker himself really enjoyed it and was somewhat reluctant to part with it.

He heard Göring's words and looked at the army.

"That's how it should be."

What? You guys actually agreed to that?

But I couldn't bear to part with him. The speaker looked to Himm for help, "You know me, you should understand my eyes. It's your turn to save the day."

If anyone objects, I can change the subject.

"That's only right," Hiram said expressionlessly, ignoring the orator's gaze—the one who peered into destiny, how could he give up?

My God, when did you two get together?

That's not right!

The speaker nodded dejectedly, "Fine, give it to him."

On June 4, 1940, an article in the German newspaper Observer caused a great stir in the United States.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! Germany's American hero will spark a military revolution in Germany."

"What happened? Is it Sean Wayne again?"

Why is he everywhere?