usatvline Chapter 115 Old Mo's Astonishing Achievements, Sean Wayne Suppresses Old Mo Again
Chapter 115 Old Mo's Astonishing Achievements, Sean Wayne Suppresses Old Mo Again
Chapter 115 Old Mo's Astonishing Achievements, Sean Wayne Suppresses Old Mo Again
Italy certainly doesn't have that capability.
Ramsey didn't know how to answer Churchill's question either.
But the Italian newspapers, coupled with the fact that Alexandria had been attacked, left them with huge questions in their minds.
"How did Italy manage to do it?" This was Churchill's second question.
Ramsey still didn't know how to answer.
In the British mind, how could the Italians be so capable as to silently destroy two of their battleships? If they had that ability, they wouldn't be joking.
London, England, was silent.
After the German newspaper Observer reprinted this news.
The Germans were surprised.
"Italians are pretty impressive."
"It feels so unreal."
"This news must be fake."
"It shouldn't be fake. If it were, the Mexicans would be incredibly embarrassed."
"That's right, the British are stunned and are still keeping silent."
"It seems to be true."
The atmosphere at the High Command headquarters in Berlin, Germany, was extremely strange.
Goring rubbed his eyes as he looked at the newspaper. My God, could Italians really do such a miracle?
"That shouldn't be the case."
Göring began to question the meaning of life.
The army's generals suddenly realized that this ally, who needed Germany's protection, could actually be reliable at times.
"Are our expectations of Italy too low?"
Manstein also felt it was unreal; it turned out they could do it too.
"They can do better." Burke nodded in agreement; we've been asking too little of them.
"I used to think that as long as they didn't hold us back and played a supporting role, they were fulfilling their responsibilities. Now I've discovered that they can actually achieve results?" Ronstadt never expected that Italy would remain silent until it made a stunning debut.
Only William Carraris looked gloomy. The performance of the burdensome Italian navy was so astonishing that the German navy had been completely relegated to third-class status, even inferior to the Italian navy.
"How did they do that?" William Carraris, being a fellow naval officer, was quite familiar with the strength of the Italian Navy.
Upon hearing his question, Hiram shook his head; he didn't know either.
"It seems that Italy still has strengths we don't know about."
William Carraris was surprised.
"We don't know, but Lord Sean certainly does." Hiram blindly followed Sean; there was nothing the Lord Sean didn't know.
"I don't think so. Italy's operation this time has exceeded expectations. Even our navy doesn't know how they were able to succeed. It's even an impossible miracle."
Göring was frustrated. Yes, it was a miracle. "They should be special operations."
Himm was well aware of this. "The air force didn't make a large-scale mobilization, and the army is too far away, but are Italy's special forces that strong? Which of your units could infiltrate Alexandria silently and blow up several warships?"
William Carraris shook his head. The Brandenburg Commando couldn't do it.
"While there's a chance of infiltrating in disguise, it's unlikely." Göring shook his head as well; this was Alexandria, not an ordinary military base.
After Germany conducted special operations, Britain's defenses became increasingly stringent.
Himm shook his head as well, and Orningburg did not do the same.
The three of them were simultaneously shocked. "How did the Italians manage that?"
"Lord Sean should know."
Hiram remained steadfast in his opinion.
But Goring and William Carraris shook their heads. "Sean isn't a god. Even we don't know, so he certainly doesn't know the Italians' attack methods."
The happiest person in the command headquarters was the little painter. He clenched his fists under his armpits, and as he swung them, he loosened his hands, pushed them to his chest, and then clenched them again.
He performed the standard gestures for his passionate speeches.
"These are the allies I chose, and it turns out that the empire's conquest will be much easier. Our allies are not a bunch of idiots."
The empire will conquer North Africa.
Yes, the little painter has been under tremendous pressure lately. Italy is not performing well and keeps making mistakes. Even a group of generals and commanders are somewhat resentful of his self-confidence.
Now, finally, no one is questioning me.
The happiest person was Old Mo, who stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his little top hat, which had a badge and a pendant on it, swinging as he walked.
But that's not the point. The point is that I finally got to show my face in front of Sean Wayne.
People are happy when they are happy.
"Sir, Sean probably has no idea how we did it."
Zinoa flattered him; this was the Black-Clad Army commander's biggest job.
"That's right." Old Mo pulled out his beloved little riding whip and waved it proudly.
His face was all wrinkled from smiling so much.
"He certainly couldn't have imagined, hahaha, that this world would finally have a war that even Sean Wayne couldn't see through."
Only I, Italy, can do it. I am Sean Wayne's mortal enemy.
Americans were stunned by Italy's astonishing feat.
"Does Italy also have such amazing moments?"
"My God, Sean probably never expected Italy to be so fierce."
"No, Sean predicted long ago that the British Free France would lose."
"I just want to know how Italy did it?"
"Sean probably wouldn't have guessed either, would he?"
Many people are discussing it.
Sean sat at home, looking at the same old corn tortillas, and happily put one in his mouth.
The butler standing nearby hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
"What do you want to ask?"
Hannie wiped her hands and handed the milk to Sean.
"Aren't you curious about how Italy blew up British Royal Navy ships?"
Sean hadn't expected this at first.
However, since the Mexicans said it was the navy, then it must be the navy. Besides the air force, only submarines can make a long-distance raid on Alexandria.
It's definitely not the Air Force.
With ground-based radar and reconnaissance aircraft deployed at night, it was difficult for the British air force to launch a surprise attack.
In addition, nighttime attacks are difficult to conduct. Fighter jets generally do not have radar and require bomber navigation and ground lighting guidance, which is difficult for the air force to do. Even if it could do so, the losses would be significant and the impact would be considerable.
Then it has to be a submarine.
Sean thought of a possibility and then laughed.
"I had actually forgotten about an Italian weapon, which is one of the special equipment I want most."
Upon hearing Sean's words, Hanni immediately focused her attention; what Sean wanted most must be extraordinary.
"Human torpedo, underwater vehicle, or miniature submarine."
This is something most people would never think of; it's something that only came into existence in later special operations. Who would have thought that this existed in World War II? If you evolve this thing, it becomes an underwater unmanned submersible.
The design concept is too advanced.
Italian weapons, to say the least, were many of the pinnacle of their time.
Besides the M1938A assault rifle, which was the pinnacle of assault rifles, the Sparrowhawk fighter surpassing the BF109, underwater vehicles, and the Centaur G55, the most powerful light fighter.
Italy's 90mm anti-aircraft gun, firing 15 rounds per minute, completely outclasses Germany's 88mm anti-aircraft gun.
There's also the incredibly unique FFF electric torpedo, which is airdropped via parachute.
This thing almost brought the British Royal Navy to tears.
You could say that Italy's combat strength is a mystery, fluctuating wildly, but you can't say that its weapons are bad. Apart from most of its equipment being outdated, Italy's top-tier weapons are definitely among the best.
He simply couldn't produce that many, not that he couldn't develop them.
Human torpedo? Hanni remembered it.
"Using these torpedoes, frogman units, or special forces, can silently infiltrate harbors to launch attacks. They are very stealthy and difficult to defend against. Even if you lay mines, it won't work because they are underwater and are very small targets."
Frogmen fighting underwater?
"My goodness!" Hanni exclaimed. This was indeed beyond everyone's imagination. The Italians' imagination was truly remarkable, befitting a country that experienced the Renaissance.
"I thought you didn't know?"
Sean was a little embarrassed; he really hadn't expected this.
Hannie silently handed over the newspaper. "It seems Old Mo is getting a little too cocky."
"What's wrong with him?" Sean swallowed his tortilla and took a sip of his milk.
"Look."
This is an interview with the Mexican man, who was overjoyed after his victory.
[Reporter: Is this unprecedented victory truly true?]
Old Mo: Of course, this was an unprecedented covert operation.
Reporter: Many people are curious about how you did it?
Old Mo: Haha, even Sean Wayne would never have imagined this.
Reporter: Really?
Old Mexican: Yes, this was an unimaginable, epoch-making operation, unprecedented in the history of warfare.
"Haha." Sean laughed, putting the newspaper away. "He's quite confident."
Hanni was also smiling. Old Mo probably didn't expect that his so-called unique action was already within Your Majesty's expectations.
"Let's go to the Los Angeles Times."
"Shall we write a review?"
Sean nodded to Hanni. "Why can't I stand Old Mo's smugness? He's got a big head on his shoulders, I have to teach him a lesson."
"Ha ha."
Arriving at the Los Angeles Times, O'Connor was reading through recent comments from various media outlets, feeling a sense of regret.
"Italy is very arrogant. If Sean could stand up and suppress them, my God, I can't even imagine the sales figures."
"You can go find him," the assistant said, as if stepping on O'Connor's tail.
"If I keep bothering him, he'll really buy the Los Angeles Times, and then he'll be our boss."
That's a really sad story.
"Yes." What could I do? O'Connor looked miserable. Could he even negotiate with his boss?
"You can act like a scoundrel."
"Heh," O'Connor glared at his assistant, put his feet up on the boss's desk, and held his head in his hands. "Difficult."
"What's so difficult about it?"
Sean pushed open the door and walked in.
"Why are you here?" O'Connor stood up excitedly.
"I'll write a comment."
"Damn it!"
"What did you say?"
"I mean, that's great! What do you want to write?"
Sean smiled, as if to say that he had never meant to suppress Old Mo unintentionally; he had done it on purpose.
"I'll write about how Italy destroyed the British warship."
O'Connor's mouth gaped open in an "O" shape; this was exactly what he wanted. "This is fucking awesome."
December 1940, 9.
[Special Operations: Amphibious Frogmen Underwater Combat! Italy's Amazing Maneuver!]
Signed Sean Wayne.
In the comments, Sean highly praised Italy's tactics, even giving them a score of 99 out of 100, fearing that giving them any more would make the Mexicans arrogant.
The American mornings are filled with the sounds of newsboys.
"Breaking news! Sean talks about special operations and reveals a mysterious operation in Italy."
"No way, Sean Wayne actually guessed how Italy did it?"
"Yes, that's Sean, the Prophet."
"This is not a prophet, this is a military expert who analyzed the course of the Italian campaign against Alexander the Great."
"Underwater warfare? My God, this is really beyond my expectations."
"Is it really possible to do that?"
This news caused an uproar in the United States.
It turns out that special operations are not just about airborne and ground operations, but also at sea and even underwater.
Europe was shocked.
The French were astonished. "Do Italians really have this kind of imagination?"
The Poles were somewhat pained, wondering, "Why is it that Italy, the clown, has achieved such success?"
London, England.
Churchill looked at Sean's message, unsure whether to laugh or cry. The scourge of war was unpredictable, sometimes helping Britain, sometimes Germany.
Now he's actually revealing the secrets of Italy.
This is a good thing for Britain, at least they know how the other side attacked.
This method, however, made Churchill very uncomfortable because it was unavoidable.
Just as Germany bombed air bases, Britain was not capable of defending all its seaports around the clock.
Underwater covert operations are truly a pain in the ass.
In Berlin, Germany, the entire high command fell silent upon seeing the news.
Sean Wayne.
A simple name, yet it leaves one feeling utterly powerless.
The Supreme Command held discussions for several hours, but still couldn't deduce the Italians' attack method.
They define it as divine intervention, unrepeatable.
But now, Sean has gently lifted the veil of mystery surrounding the Italians' actions.
"Special operations, can they even be conducted underwater?"
Neither Ronstein nor Manstein could have imagined it.
"That's amazing." Goring couldn't help but admire him. "I don't think anyone can question Lord Sean's status as the founder of special operations in the world."
Himm nodded excitedly, "That's right, I never doubted it, I knew Lord Sean definitely knew."
William Carraris, the naval commander, was deeply disturbed. "Is this even possible?"
This completely opened the door to a new world for the third class of the German Navy.
They may not be able to beat the British at sea, but so what?
Can your fleet keep drifting at sea without ever docking?
No supplies needed? No maintenance needed?
As long as you reach the shore, I will have a chance.
The German navy's ships may not be up to par, but it has commando units.
This tactic suits us.
Bombing one is a profit; that's a warship, not a tank. How many can be built in a year?
Can you build something faster than I can blow it up?
Key input is low.
"Is this the asymmetric tactic that Lord Sean was referring to in his comments? That's amazing."
That was an amazing display of skill.
William Carraris finally took a deep breath. "From now on, the Navy will trust His Excellency Sean's every word without reservation. We, the German Navy, need this tactic. Himm, your Security Service will cooperate with us to find out exactly how the Italians did it."
Sean didn't mention Italy's special weapon, the Italian Pig, because revealing too much would cause dissatisfaction and crises in various countries, which would be unsafe for him.
He only gave a rough estimate, using guesswork.
Himm pulled out a slip of paper. "According to Hanni's telegram, His Excellency Sean suspects that Italy possesses an underwater torpedo. This torpedo is not for attack, but rather a miniature submarine capable of carrying soldiers and secretly delivering special forces to the port."
"My God, Mr. Sean is omnipotent." William Carraris was finally convinced. Following the German Air Force, the German Navy became Sean's staunch supporter.
"We must acquire this submarine to pressure the Italians, or in exchange," William Carraris said in a low voice, his tone filled with urgency.
Hiram nodded in agreement. Yes, this was a way for the Empire to address its naval shortcomings.
The two exchanged a glance, understanding each other without saying a word: let's move out, intelligence agencies.