usatvline Chapter 125 Sean's Overwhelming Prophecy, Speech in the East Wing of the White House
Chapter 125 Sean's Overwhelming Prophecy, Speech in the East Wing of the White House
Chapter 125 Sean's Overwhelming Prophecy, Speech in the East Wing of the White House
September 19, 1940, a night of fighting.
The 1st Tank Division was completely annihilated. The 1st Tank Regiment, which required extensive repairs, was in even worse condition than the 2nd Regiment. Half of their tanks could only be used as anti-tank guns.
Being easily called out in the dark.
As for the 2nd Division, the large number of new recruits led to a major rout. A large number of German logistics personnel in the camp were repairing the T-26 tanks in the north. This time they captured nearly 40 tanks, as well as three KV-1 tanks, which could still be used after some repairs.
In particular, the KV-1 is even slightly better than its own tanks.
The 26th Army was left with only one infantry division. The army commander was captured, and two major general division commanders were killed.
The total number of casualties in the army reached 15000.
Germany also suffered considerable losses, but its casualties were not high. The majority of casualties were suffered by the Iranian 6th Division, which was cooperating in the operation.
Upon receiving the battle report, General Reinhardt smiled as he looked at the map.
"If it weren't for the slow speed of troop transport, and if we only had one armored division for so long, I could have fought all the way to Georgia."
The Slavs' poor command and chaotic coordination made them utterly vulnerable.
"After all, they have just restructured their military and haven't even formed a true coordinated combat system yet."
Reinhardt did not refute this point, attributing the German offensive to skillful coordinated operations, air-ground cooperation, and advanced tactical command.
Having experienced numerous battles, the German troops were no longer rookie recruits.
"Order all units to do their utmost to annihilate the manpower in the north. I mean annihilate."
The British are about to land, and we will face the difficult situation of being attacked from both sides.
"Yes."
The German High Command received Reinhardt's telegram.
"Report: The Iranian Volunteer Battalion annihilated the 1st Division of the 26th Army last night, and at 3 pm today, it annihilated the 2nd Mechanized Division. Only the 26th Motorized Infantry Division and the 47th Army remain in Khorasan Province."
"Once the enemy's mechanized forces are eliminated, the remaining infantry will be easier to deal with."
"With the complete annihilation of three mechanized divisions, the pressure on Iran has been relieved. We should continue to supply aircraft, including more advanced bombers and transport planes."
"I think we can continue to provide them with an iron fist to reduce our armored losses."
Listen to the army generals discussing it.
The young painters were overjoyed. Through this battle, they had actually tested the true strength of the North.
Through military aid, they acquired a large amount of oil resources from Iraq and Iran, as well as minerals such as iron and copper.
Although Britain continued to bomb Germany from time to time, crippling its industrial power, the damage was not significant.
"Tell them to accelerate the research and development and production of the Panzer V."
The man with the small mustache left the command headquarters satisfied. He now needed better tanks; news had come from Iran that KV-1s were in the north.
It's even better than their tanks, this is intolerable.
In Moscow, the bearded man, who had also received the telegram, was so angry he almost cursed.
The mechanization engineer sent three at once.
After several days of fighting, the Slavs suffered more than 3 casualties and lost more than a thousand tanks, artillery pieces, and vehicles.
It would be a lie to say I don't feel sorry for you.
More than 400 planes have been lost, and now the Northern Air Force does not dare to deploy easily.
They turned air-ground coordination into a trench warfare game.
Not only did the paratroopers suffer heavy casualties, but they also managed to lose air superiority.
Iran suffered over 200 casualties, a loss ratio that would make the bearded man curse.
Half of them were Iranian planes, meaning Germany traded roughly one for three.
If Big Beard knew this was the situation, he'd probably curse him out a few times.
"Before the war, didn't you all say it would be easy? That our massive military buildup would cause Iran to collapse? And now?"
Bang! A loud slamming sound came from the table.
"They're all Germans. Their involvement has been confirmed; otherwise, we could have airdropped a decapitation."
"Okay, if you can't behead Tehran in a day, then what about blitzkrieg? What about ground warfare? You sent out a mechanized army, and they got wrecked."
The bearded man's chest heaved violently; he was utterly enraged. Even looking at his enormous office, he felt suffocated. "Didn't your general staff spend days analyzing it and then tell me it was a simple and swift victory? Where's the victory?"
The generals and commanders remained silent.
"Regarding the battle in Finland, you said that the area has many lakes and forests, which are not suitable for mechanized troops but are good for defense, so we suffered heavy losses and achieved a casualty ratio that made the whole world laugh."
Now, Iran is mostly highlands and deserts, with no forests or lakes, making it ideal for large-scale troop operations. So where is the victory? Why haven't I seen it?
"Germany is untrustworthy; they unilaterally broke the contract and provided military aid to Iran."
"Yes, it has been confirmed that Germany did intervene."
"We must fight back and resolutely oppose Germany's disregard for the spirit of the contract."
"Yes, it must be cracked down on severely."
The bearded man glared at them. "Get out, all of you."
You are better at making excuses than at commanding. He stood alone in his office, sensing the enormous problems within the military that seemed to have remained unresolved.
December 1940, 9.
Criticism has resurfaced in Europe.
Northern newspapers have reported this.
[The Germans disregarded the contract, aided Iran, and attacked us. We strongly condemn the Germans' despicable actions.]
According to the German newspaper Observer.
Germany has always adhered to the principle of neutrality and does not interfere in Iran's internal affairs. Its accusations against the North are completely unfounded.
]
Northern newspapers responded immediately.
[A large amount of German military equipment has appeared in Iran, indicating interference in military operations in the north. Germany is advised not to continue down the wrong path, or it will face a strong response.]
The German newspaper Observer retorted.
Germany strongly condemns the baseless accusations made by the North.
Germany will engage in trade cooperation with Iran and expand exchanges in various fields.
As for the North's accusation that Germany interfered in military operations, it is completely unfounded.
Germany and Iran are simply engaging in normal economic and trade cooperation.
Iran's acquisition of military equipment is purely a commercial transaction.
This completely enraged the North.
"These Germans are shameless."
"Yes, they are clearly interfering."
"mean."
The British were overjoyed when they saw the newspaper; the Germans and the northerners had finally met their match.
However, Churchill suddenly became somewhat pessimistic about the current situation on the Iranian battlefield. He picked up his coffee, but his nostrils were filled with no rich aroma, only pungent heat.
"The northerners lost three armored divisions in three days, with 30,000 dead and wounded, my God."
I originally thought that with the cooperation of the north, Iran could be taken down in a few days, but now I am more disappointed than optimistic.
"Hopefully the battle won't last too long."
One troubling thing after another has happened recently, and Britain really can't afford another failure.
"Breaking news! Breaking news! Iran has annihilated three Slavic armored divisions, and the 26th Mechanized Corps has lost its elite forces in Khorasan Province."
The North has lost 30,000 troops. The voices of newsboys in the streets and alleys drowned out everything else.
The content of his shouts overshadowed the surrounding noise.
Cars, shops, and the colorful signs along the roadside held no appeal whatsoever. A large number of passersby stopped newsboys and bought a newspaper; their attention was already focused on news from the Middle East.
"My God." This news, like a bolt from the blue, shocked every American.
In the north, a powerful emerging nation possesses formidable strategic capabilities.
The first thing I did when I saw the news was disbelief.
"The North actually lost?"
Many people find this result unacceptable, not because they like the country, but because they cannot believe that Iran could defeat an enemy many times stronger than itself.
"Are you kidding me? Is what the newspapers are saying true?"
"Fake news, it's definitely another propaganda campaign."
"But even the arguments between northern media and German media were published there."
It’s not too big to watch the bustle.
Americans, upon seeing the news, began to split into several groups.
"The Germans are indeed despicable. They actually interfered in the Middle East. No wonder Britain lost, the North lost, and Iran certainly couldn't win on its own. In reality, the North was fighting Germany."
"What did you say? Is it right for the north to invade Iran? Is it wrong for Iran to want independence? Support Iran and defeat the invaders."
"Are you kidding me? Iran was a British colony, and the attack on Iran from the north was at Britain's request. How can that be considered aggression? We support Britain in defeating Iran."
"You're the one with the problem. The colonizers oppressed Iran, so what's wrong with Iran seeking independence? It's about freedom and democracy."
"Are you kidding me? Germany invaded Poland, why didn't you say anything, Belgium?"
"Alright, alright, stop arguing. You're not Iranians."
"I support Iran, and that's what any person with a sense of justice would do."
"Support Britain. Britain is our ally, and Britain's interests are relevant to the United States."
"Hey, this war has nothing to do with us."
"Yes, let them fight so we can sell weapons. Our income has increased recently."
Americans who adhere to isolationism remain the majority.
The whole country was in an uproar; a war had sparked a clash of opinions.
They turned entertainment into a form of conflict.
The wicked businessman O'Connor was pleased with his news. He deliberately published the conflicting opinions in the media to incite a wider confrontation. The conflict of public opinion was not important to him. As a media outlet, all he wanted was attention and profit.
The louder the argument went, the happier he became.
"Editor-in-chief, today's newspaper sales have doubled. Many people are talking about it, arguing about it, and trying to convince the other side."
"Haha, impossible. The conflict will only escalate. That's exactly what I want. They are just tools for me to make money. I am the one who truly benefits. Their arguments are just an outlet for their emotions and do no good at all. But I am different. I not only make money, but I also provide them with entertainment and topics to talk about."
"You're such an evil bastard."
"Haha." O'Connor laughed with satisfaction. He turned around, raised his finger, and pointed to the ceiling. "You know, if they don't make a fuss, our sales won't be good. In fact, every newspaper does the same thing."
A true media professional selects their audience, caters to their eyeballs, and gives them what they want to see. That's business, nothing more than business.
"Is it possible to make money without creating conflict?"
Upon hearing his assistant's words, O'Connor laughed and said, "Of course, print it immediately, and I'll write the headline for the front page."
[Sean Wayne's predictions were incredibly accurate; the North suffered a crushing defeat, and Japanese expert Eiichiro Volcano was a pathetic joke.]
Haha, yes, if you want different opinions to be unified, then only one person can do it: Sean Wayne.
His predictions were like those of a god, living up to his name as a prophet.
Only he would be accepted by everyone, and no one would question him.
When the arguing crowd saw the new message, everyone started a new conversation.
"Sean is right again."
"Yes, he never missed a single one. He's a monster."
"Please, Sean, make a mistake just this once, let me have a moment of happiness."
"I also want to see him make a mistake."
"Stop dreaming, how could Sean be wrong?"
"Eiichiro is a joke. He's wrong every time. One minute he's talking about becoming a god in two hours, the next he's talking about an invincible steel torrent. But it's all bullshit."
"Yes, now that I think about it, it makes me laugh to think that he said with certainty that Iran was completely defenseless against mechanized large-scale military operations."
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"This kind of person doesn't deserve to be called an expert. He talks nonsense all day long."
"Are experts so worthless now? Anyone can call themselves an expert? I'm more accurate than him."
Also reading the newspaper was Eiichiro Volcano at the Washington Hotel. He had approached his college classmate Kanji Ishihara to join the delegation, hoping to gain prestige.
He became one of Japan's most famous critics, like Sean Wayne, but he doesn't seem so happy now.
"Baka! What happened?"
There was a rapid knocking on the door of Eiichiro Volcano's room.
He touched his receding hairline, straightened his clothes, and slowly walked to the door with his large pregnant belly. The moment he opened the door, he found himself surrounded by reporters.
They looked at Eiichiro while raising their notebooks to take notes.
"Mr. Eiichiro, what are your thoughts on the failed northern offensive?"
"Sir, Sean's prediction came true again. You seem to have failed once more. How do you feel about losing to a mere porter?"
"Mr. Eiichiro, you are a professor at the Imperial Japanese Army University and a professional military strategist. What are your thoughts on each defeat?"
Are you fucking looking for trouble? American journalists are disgusting.
The questions were increasingly pointed, relentlessly mocking him from head to toe.
However, as expected of an expert, Eiichiro maintained the submissive attitude of a dog when facing a strong opponent, typical of the Japanese.
"Actually, wars are always subject to change, and this is related to the actual situation." Eiichiro showed no shame whatsoever, but instead spoke eloquently with a smile.
"Although Iran won a brief war, it was thanks to German aid, but such aid was limited. I believe that as the northern army gradually advances, victory is inevitable."
Judging from the battlefield situation, we can clearly see that the North has occupied four provinces in northern Iran, which is a real battlefront.
The battle lines don't lie; the advantage is clearly in the hands of the Slavs.
Eiichiro Volcano's words were broadcast again by NBC radio.
Sean and Henry Ford sat in the car, listening intently.
Henry Ford laughed incessantly. "The advantage still exists? Hahaha."
Sean was also laughing. San Dezi's anti-Maoist aid to Iraq was a masterclass. "Let's go to the East Room of the White House."
Sean patted the seat in front of him; he was going to the White House to give a speech today.
Upon arriving at Lafayette Park, one sees many cars parked along both sides of the road.
There were many people marching along the grassy area of the park.
Sean looked at the signs, and the funniest thing was that a group of European immigrants were holding up signs.
[Get out, Germans.]
On the other side was a large group of German immigrants, also holding signs.
We oppose joining the war; we want money, not flames.
The two sides even confronted each other on the lawn.
A large number of police officers were stationed around Lafayette Park, including Capitol Police.
"It turns out they weren't the same group of people."
"Haha, that's American. There are people holding signs in Lafayette Park almost every day. You just need to register in advance if you want to participate in the parade. There are different groups here every day."
Henry Ford explained, "Lafayette Park outside the White House is the place with the most frequent protests in the world."
"Ha ha."
"What are you laughing at? Maybe one day someone will hold up a sign that says, 'Sean Wayne, get out,' because you're a board member of the National Rifle Association."
Wow, I almost forgot if you hadn't mentioned it.
Sean was both amused and exasperated. The car arrived at the East Wing and stopped outside the metal fence. The guard post at the entrance completed the inspection and then let them pass.
There isn't much security here.
The famous Oval Room, the Vice President's office, and the headquarters of all major departments are located in the West Wing.
After stopping the car, Sean and the others underwent another inspection.
Looking at the East Wing, Sean memorized every scene, knowing that this place would be demolished later, that damned Donald.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Sean?"
"it's me."
As Sean answered, he looked at the black man in front of him, who was dressed like a penguin, wearing a tuxedo.
"I am the steward's assistant, and I will take you to the banquet hall."
"OK."
Sean and Henry Ford followed their black assistant through the porch to the east side.
As I walked, I looked at the decorations on both sides of the porch.
At this time, the east wing only has one floor, and the second floor will not be built until 42 years later.
Coming from the main entrance, it's not long before you arrive at the banquet hall.
The main gate was open, and quite a few people were already sitting inside.
The assistant stopped at the door and extended his hand to Sean. "Please come in."
The moment Sean stepped into the hall, he felt a lot of eyes on him.
Almost everyone inside was wearing military uniforms, all sorts of them.
Sean also saw some familiar faces.
Eisenhower, Matthew Ridgway, Nimitz, and Marshall smiled and waved.
Some of them are quite interesting.
"Mr. Sean."
Several notebooks stood up and bowed at a ninety-degree angle. Although Yamashita Tomoyuki was unwilling, he still lowered his head under the self-sunlight of Takano Isoroku.
Of course, there were also some angry, malicious glances.
Charles de Gaulle of France.
A group of British soldiers, whose names Sean couldn't recall, and whose expressions weren't very friendly.
There was also a group of Arabs wearing robes.
There were also Indian men with their heads covered.
Two groups of people were quite interesting; they separated from the main group and sat on either side of the banquet hall, one on the left and one on the right.
I don't recognize the one on the left, but the one on the right is German.
Rommel and Hausser led the way by standing up and nodding slightly.
Then the one on the left should be a Slav.
"That's Sean Wayne?"
An Indian man watched curiously.
"Yes, today it was mainly his speech, about asymmetric warfare."
What is asymmetric warfare?
"I don't know either. It's said that the U.S. War Department made him say it. The asymmetric warfare theory came from a commentary about Italy's surprise attack on Alexandria."
"I know, Italy actually succeeded! My God, I even suspect it's fake news."
Generals from many countries watched with interest.
Is Sean, this young man, really capable?
This time it's not just San Diego, it's the world.
A navy officer nudged Nimitz. "Is he up to the task? What exactly is the War Department planning to do by pushing a young man to the forefront?"
Nimitz looked at Sean and said with amusement, "Halsey, you're going to have a big surprise today."
"Really?" Halsey was skeptical. "He's too young."
"No, he has vision and wisdom. His age cannot diminish his outstanding abilities. It's a pity. If he were willing to come, I would recommend him to be a naval advisor."
"Haha, you're going to be disappointed. He'll probably become an advisor to the White House, and the Army won't agree to it."
Seemingly hearing Nimitz's words, Marshall glared at him. "Poaching is unethical."
"Don't even think about it. Hopkins seems to think highly of him."
"He actually manufactures airplanes; is it possible he would prefer to join the Army Aviation Corps?"
Marshall and Nimitz both looked at Arnold, the third-ranking officer who would later become a five-star general in the Air Force, their eyes filled with contempt.
The National Guard general shut his mouth immediately. "You didn't even consider me, did you?"
Don't fourth-class citizens have dreams? I'm better than fifth-class citizens patrolling the coast.
Sean slowly walked towards the stage.
"Really? Does America lack talent? They're having a young man talk to us about war?"
"His predictions were quite accurate."
That's a prediction, not a war.
"Hey, quiet down." Hausser glared angrily at the group of Indians.
The Indian glanced at the German general and then shut his mouth.
"He's very popular in Germany," Zhukov said with a laugh. "But he's an American."
"The Germans have gone mad."
"I heard that the U.S. Army invited him to be an advisor."
"Americans have gone mad too."
Sean glanced indifferently at the Russians' table.
You look down on me? Fine, then I'll teach you a lesson.