WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

80. The Feud Between Sean and Italy

Seeing that Hanni was becoming more and more capable, Sean wondered if he should find a way out for her in the future.

History is gradually veering off course, and Sean has no idea what will happen next.

However, it seems unlikely that Germany will fare well at present.

I popped a fried dough stick into my mouth, which I hadn't had in ages, and drank some sweetened soy milk.

Sean patted his belly contentedly, feeling comfortable.

Looking at the empty house, and the pile of famous paintings on the walls.

Sean sighed. "Let's take it slow."

Stepping out of the apartment after a long absence, I stood on the street and took a deep breath; the fresh air carried a faint scent of the sea.

"Hey Sean." The neighbor next door was banging on the mailbox by the door, and he threw the newspaper on the ground.

"Hi," Sean greeted the other person politely.

"Your lifelong enemy, Italy, has reappeared."

Hahaha, Sean couldn't help but laugh. Yes, a lifelong enemy.

"Sean, Italy has broken your predictions twice in a row. You said there would be a brief period of peace, but it seems you failed again. War has broken out in Europe again."

"Damn Italy," Sean joked.

"Yes, damn Italy, haha, Sean, what do you think of your archenemy?"

The neighbors were joking too, and now Sean and Italy are putting on another big show, and everyone is waiting to see what happens.

Things are different now. Before, Sean was always questioned; now, Sean is always the one being joked about.

Everyone demonstrated a spirit of prioritizing entertainment.

"I think I'll teach them a lesson."

"Haha, we'll wait."

The neighbor was happily repairing the mailbox.

Sean stretched his body and walked towards the station.

Sitting on the red train and standing in the carriage, this familiar feeling is like going back to the past, but now I feel very relaxed.

"Have you heard? After attacking France, Italy is heading straight for Greece. Sean is being mocked by Italy again."

Are you sure you're being sarcastic?

"Yes, Italy launched its attack on Greece right after Sean made his comments, saying there would be a period of peace. Italy told Sean he was wrong and that they disagreed with what he said."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Many people in the carriage were laughing, and the guys chatting were even looking around smugly as they talked.

The other passengers also burst into laughter after hearing their discussion.

"This is a news report from the Italian newspaper El País, reprinted by The New York Times."

As he spoke, the man showed off another newspaper he had bought.

"What did they say?"

Everyone looked over curiously.

"Italy will defeat Greece and prove its strength."

"Haha, they're still angry. Sean said their fighting ability was a mystery, and now they're going to prove themselves and embarrass Sean."

Yes, that's right.

"They are very serious."

Sean listened from the side, suppressing a laugh. Prove yourself? You'd better choose an easy target. Greece is no weakling; it has a modern army.

Italy can't win at all, how can you prove that?

Does it prove that my combat ability is poor?

The red tram stopped, and Sean got off and stood in front of the Los Angeles Times building, the place where his life changed.

Sean pushed the revolving glass door into the hall.

"Hi, Sean!" The receptionist immediately recognized the Los Angeles celebrity.

"Is O'Connor there?" Sean pointed upstairs.

"Yes, I wish you good luck. Two failures are nothing. I trust your understanding of the battlefield."

"Haha, thank you!"

Although he heard the blessings, Sean was still a little unhappy. What did it mean to fail twice?

Upon arriving at the editor-in-chief's office, Sean received a greater sense of respect from the people in the corridor.

"Mr. Sean."

"Sir, Italy is going to lose, right?"

They all greeted him warmly.

Sean nodded slightly to everyone, then raised his hand and pushed open the office door.

"Haha, the Italian food is fantastic!"

"You wicked businessman, you're deliberately stirring up public curiosity, hoping to see Sean retaliate," the assistant chuckled from the side.

"Yes, that's right, that's entertainment, that's business." O'Connor laughed smugly, but his smile froze the moment he saw Sean.

"What I mean is, Sean's curse will never end."

The assistant suddenly looked up at him. "That's not what you just said. You said it would be best to pull back and forth, to make the process dramatic, and to have a twist."

"Hey, Sean."

Sean's face was full of disdain. "You certainly know how to do business," he said, plopping down on the sofa in the reception area. "I'll write the review."

"That's fantastic." The editor-in-chief picked up his pen and paper and walked to the opposite side of Sean.

"Italy cannot beat Greece."

"Hahahaha!" The evil merchant's face was full of smugness. "Yes, that's the effect."

December 1940, 6.

Italy will be defeated by Greece.

Signed Sean Wayne.

"Breaking news! Sean has struck back! He predicts that Italy is doomed to fail. Is this a curse of fate or a display of strength? Everyone, come and see!"

Newsboys shouted as they waved their newspapers through the streets and alleys.

Sales have surged in major U.S. cities.

Berlin.

The atmosphere at the Supreme Command was very strange.

Manstein chuckled, "Lord Sean's insight is as sharp as ever. I don't know how he came to this conclusion. You know, no one understands the actual situation of the Italian army better than us."

"Yes, Lord Sean is indeed a remarkable man." Rommel, back in Germany, wore a deep look of worry. "Do you think he has a complete view of our battlefields as well?"

It's terrifying, eerily quiet!

General Erich and Yodl looked on with expressions of utter disbelief.

Sean's predictions were truly like a curse; they never failed to come true.

"Fortunately, he is a hero."

"Yes, hero!" The atmosphere at the Supreme Command suddenly became high.

"Alright, we need to prepare to protect those idiots. Now, let's devise a plan for the Cursed Sword in preparation for Italy's defeat."

Manstein stared intently at the map.

"Gentlemen, we must join hands to save this foolish war!" Yodl and Ehrlich shouted.

"Yes."

The Italians' actions threw the German High Command into disarray.

London, England.

Churchill laughed heartily as he watched Italy's attack on Greece.

"Now, we should prepare to support Greece and establish a new expeditionary force."

"But Sean predicts that Italy will fail," the naval admiral said hesitantly.

"No, we cannot place our hopes on a commentator. We need to use Britain's strength to tell those bastards that we will not stand idly by and that Greece will abandon its neutrality and join us."

We can no longer hesitate; we must be more proactive and reverse our disadvantage. The Allies need a victory.

Athens, Greece.

Greek dictator Giannis angrily tore up the telegram.

It's worth noting that he's pro-German, yet Germany has remained silent after Italy launched a surprise attack.

"Those bastards, tell Churchill I want to speak with him privately."

Italy pushed Greece, a neutral country, toward Britain and France.

Bulgaria.

This small country, which has always coveted the Balkans, is also full of joy.

"This time we agreed to Germany's request to cooperate in sending troops to Greece, but Germany must make Romania return our Southern Dobroca region."

We secretly contacted Britain and France, telling them that we remained neutral.

The situation throughout the Balkans is deteriorating rapidly.

The Kingdom of Yugoslavia remained aloof, preparing for any unforeseen circumstances.

Rome, Italy.

The Mexican man angrily tore up the Italian newspaper in his hand; he had seen the news reprinted on it.

Bang! Paper scraps fluttered through the air.

"Tell the 25th Corps to speed up their progress. I want to tell the world that the new Roman Empire is about to rise. Sean's mockery of me is a pathetic joke. I will use my achievements to thoroughly humiliate this bastard."