usatvline Chapter 94: The German Luftwaffe's signature decapitation strike – this outdated and despicable
Chapter 94: The German Luftwaffe's signature decapitation strike – this outdated and despicable
Chapter 95: The German Luftwaffe's signature decapitation strike – this outdated and despicable tactic is a nightmare for small nations.
Bang bang bang!
Gunshots and shouts could be heard outside the palace.
Alexander I sat on the sofa with his arm around his queen, their hands clasped tightly together.
"Everything will be alright," the king reassured his wife.
But his words were so powerless.
boom!
A soft explosion shattered the palace gates into pieces.
The king and queen were so frightened that they lay prostrate on the ground. Just as they raised their heads, a dusty leather boot slammed heavily in front of them.
Alexander I swallowed hard and looked up.
A major in his field of vision bent over and looked at him, his eyes shooting out firelight.
A masked man?
"Damn it!" the queen screamed in terror.
"Who are you people?"
"Wayne Assault Division, Special Operations Battalion, Green Devils!"
Alexander I rose from the ground, trembling.
"Your Majesty the King and Queen are requested to proceed to Berlin."
"No, I will not leave. I will not be captured by you like George, never."
Alexander I was furious and kept shouting.
The major grabbed the queen by the hair and lifted her off the ground.
"Aaaaaah!"
As he watched his wife scream incessantly, Alexander I's right hand trembled uncontrollably.
"You can't do this?"
"Your Majesty, please proceed to Berlin. This is the final warning."
"Fine, let her go!"
The two were taken away by the Germans, leaving behind only a palace full of corpses.
The battle continued, but a loud broadcast blared from the Capitol Building.
[Citizens and soldiers of Belgrade, I am King Alexander I, and I solemnly declare that I am surrendering unconditionally to Germany. Lay down your weapons and stay quietly in your homes. This is my final order.]
The Serbs, still resisting in a corner of the city, looked in surprise toward the direction of the parliament.
"What? Surrender? We surrendered?"
"No, I will never surrender."
"This is the king's order. Lay down your weapons. We've shed enough blood today."
"No, we will never give up the fight."
Some soldiers dropped their weapons, huddled on the ground in anguish, their eyes losing all light.
The other group picked up weapons and ran out of the city.
The airport was lost, and when Adolf's First Motorized Brigade appeared in Belgrade, the city's decline came to an end.
The sun slowly rose in the sky.
Kirk stood at the airport, watching Alexander I board the plane.
He smiled contentedly.
"A telegram to the Supreme Command: Belgrade is completely occupied, and the Kingdom of Yugoslavia hereby announces its surrender."
In Berlin, Germany, everyone at the Supreme Command was on edge, anxiously awaiting news.
This was an inadequate operation, and everyone's palms were sweating.
"Report: The Wayne Assault Division has captured Alexander and issued a telegram for unconditional surrender throughout the country. Sporadic resistance still exists in some cities. The Second Army and the Twelfth Army are launching a full-scale offensive."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Just as everyone was shocked by the results, a huge burst of laughter erupted in front of the map.
It's me again, and it's the Air Force again.
Goring laughed so hard his shoulders were shaking, praising Sean Wayne for his unstoppable combination of airborne attacks, decapitation strikes, bombing, precision strikes, and air superiority.
It works even better than the damn Blitzkrieg.
Who says our air force can't support the empire? We can, and I did it.
I did it again; I am the true hero who saved Germany.
Göring laughed excitedly.
"Lord Sean is indeed a prophet."
"Yes, we easily defeated the Serbs."
Wait, it's me.
Göring turned around, and the army generals of the Supreme Command were pouring drinks and beginning to celebrate.
He even walked up to Bock.
It's me, from the Air Force.
Bock glanced at Goring indifferently.
"Sir Sean's thinking is indeed brilliant. Detect and destroy. Your Air Force did a good job."
good?
Göring's facial muscles were stiff.
This is the tactic I devised.
"Göring, well done." Navy officer William Carraris smiled slightly at Göring.
Wait, I'm the one who became a god in one battle; I'm the God of War of the Empire!
What do you mean?
"I never expected you to deliberately bomb Crete. I thought you were somewhat incompetent in terms of tactics."
Damn you, Longstein! Göring clenched his fist. You think I relied on flattery?
asshole!
Göring walked up to the young painter with displeasure.
"Sir, the Air Force has successfully completed its mission."
"Well done."
The young painter took his wine glass and walked towards the other people.
Damn it, I'll make you say it sooner or later: Göring, you are the pillar of the Empire.
Oh shit!
It seems I haven't done enough.
I will show you how powerful I am.
Goring glanced at the loner in the corner; he was his ally, the only one who understood his importance.
Goring came to Hillam.
"Want a drink?"
Hiram glanced at the smug look on Goring's face and muttered to himself, "You've gotten too big for your britches. Without Sean Wayne, you're nothing. Anyone else could do the job."
If it were our SS, with your resources, I could do it too.
If you had used all the embezzled money to build up the air force, there would be at least five divisions now, not four, and the number of fighter jets would be much greater.
If it were me, Greece would only take an hour. What are you so smug about?
Hiram was filled with contempt. Why would a great prophet favor a parasite like you?
Hiram walked toward William Carraris without saying a word.
Goering suddenly realized that I was being ostracized by everyone.
"These bastards," Goring thought firmly. "Only Sean can help me. These guys have no chance of ostracizing me or dragging me down."
With Sean around, the Air Force is invincible.
Don't even think about bringing me down.
On the streets of Berlin, large crowds celebrated, drinking beer and chanting the name of Sean Wern.
"We won again."
"Yes, a glorious victory. I never thought war was so simple."
"Have a drink, for Sean Wayne."
"For our heroes."
The German newspaper Observer has once again shocked the world.
Alexander I and Queen Elizabeth II arrive in Berlin
They said nothing, yet they said everything.
This time it's even tougher than Greece's.
From the start of the war to the surrender, the Germans took Belgrade, the capital of the Kingdom of Yugoslavia, in one fell swoop, and even King Alexander could not be saved.
"Oh My God!"
The French were nearly terrified as they read the newspaper: "Did the Germans not use their full strength when they fought us?"
"The king has been captured again. How terrible, but I heard that not many people have died."
"This is called beheading, invented by that American commentator."
"Sean Wayne?"
The Pole nodded. "Yes, that's him."
The citizens were quite happy, saying, "It's good that this doesn't affect ordinary people."
"Yes, Sean Wayne won again, de Gaulle lost, and the Germans launched an attack again as he predicted, and it only took them a day!"
"Yes, I read the newspaper. It said the battle would end quickly, but I didn't expect it to be this fast. One day? That's the Kingdom of Yugoslavia, not Denmark. It was even faster than the Netherlands."
"I get a little scared when I hear about the German Air Force now."
A member of the Middle Eastern royal family was speaking quietly to a friend.
"Yes, these Germans don't follow the rules and directly arrested members of the royal family."
"Should we secretly contact them? I don't want to be neighbors with George II and Alexander I at Charlottenburg Palace."
"I think it's a good idea. I'll buy more air defense systems. I feel really uneasy when I hear about decapitations. I want to buy a lot of air defense systems."
"Yes, yes, yes, the air defense is not enough. It's okay if a few cities are lost. I'm not afraid of the German army, no matter how strong it is. I'm just afraid of their air force decapitating them. That's too shameless."
The landscape of the Middle East is quietly changing, a group of royal families are terrified, and the German Air Force is showing no martial spirit.
This vertical decentralization attack was taken to new heights by Germany in 1940.
They didn't attack cities or advance from the border; instead, they launched direct airstrikes and decapitation strikes.
Shameless scoundrel.
A group of royal families in Egypt, Iran, and Jordan are trembling with fear.
I'm afraid Germany might say, "Please, Your Majesty, go to Berlin."
Our air force doesn't have time to waste; we'll attack you directly.
This is terrible! What are these royals afraid of?
The British Empire with its powerful ships and cannons?
No! They are not afraid.
French and German armies conquered and seized territory?
No, they are not afraid either.
It's so far away, aren't you going to consider logistics?
They were only afraid of being beheaded, because that would mean they would lose everything; the common people were not as afraid as they were.
I saved up so much money and hadn't even spent it before I was arrested. Can I accept that?
London, England.
Churchill felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of the beheading.
"Immediately deploy more air defenses, and also radar. Deploy more radar. Notify the intelligence department to speed up the decoding of the German Enigma machine. I have a feeling they will attack us. We must be prepared and teach Germany a lesson."
December 1940, 7.
"Decapitation strikes again. Germany bombs Belgrade and captures King Alexander I of Yugoslavia, ending the war in the Balkans."
Germany ended the fighting in one day.
Sean Wayne was right again. No, Sean Wayne is always right. He won again; he's never lost.
Newsboys held up newspapers and hawked them incessantly through the streets and alleys.
"It wasn't like this a few days ago. Wasn't Sean about to lose?"
"That was a few days ago. The Germans launched a feint attack, deceiving the British and the Kingdom of Yugoslavia into secretly preparing, and Sean really did win again."
"Damn it, can't he just lose once?"
"I want to see him lose too!"
Yes, can't he lose just once?
In a hotel in Washington, De Gaulle violently tore the newspaper in his hand to shreds.
Even the War Department's attitude towards me has changed today, becoming somewhat indifferent.
In Marshall's view, Sean Wayne was far more important than an exiled general.
"Ugh!" De Gaulle cried out in frustration.
the Philippines.
Looking at the news from Europe and the United States, and the story of Sean Wayne's rise to power, MacArthur saw his own name. Although it only appeared once in the Los Angeles Times, the more he looked, the more upset he became.
[The stepping stones that propelled Sean Wayne to stardom]
This Los Angeles Times article recounts the legendary rise of Sean Wayne.
MacArthur was among them.
He was called cannon fodder at Sean's feet.
Among them are several familiar names: de Gaulle, Churchill, and his lifelong rival and most powerful opponent, the Mexican, who was the only ultimate adversary to break the prophecy twice.
Old Mo is actually the strongest?
"Fuck you!" the future five-star general cursed.
"OMG Fuck!"
Sean, looking at the red wooden box on the table, was also cursing.
Familiar colors, familiar materials.
"What exactly have I done? Forget about the old stuff, I haven't done anything lately."
Sean roared.
I know you don't like it.
Hannie awkwardly opened the box. "This is a gold oak leaf and silver sword medal, awarded for the Air Force's two-hour decapitation of Greece, a world miracle."
"What does this have to do with me?"
"Without you, where would the Wayne Assault Division be?"
I can't argue with you!
"You guys are out of your minds, I'm impressed." Sean pointed to another box.
"Assault rifles played a crucial role in these battles. This is a Diamond Oak Leaves and Gold Sword Medal."
"Didn't you only issue one at a time, constantly upgrading it?"
Hanni smiled and said, "Since you're not in Germany, we'll just give you the ones that haven't been issued yet, so you don't need to upgrade. You can choose which one to wear. Anyway, all of Germany knows that you have all kinds of medals. Medals can't express your greatness."
"Is it possible to do it this way?"
"You are the only exception, and all Germans will understand, and must understand."
I believed your lies.
There really is a whole drawer full.
"That's all, right?" Sean looked at the newspaper, trying to regain his composure. He laughed until his stomach hurt as he read O'Connor's ghostwritten account of his legendary experiences. But seeing all those presidents and prime ministers brought down by him was incredibly satisfying.
"Also, this is a gift that Hiram carefully selected."
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Hanni clapped her hands.
Heidel walked in carrying a jewelry box.
"What is this now?"
"The crown used by Peter the Great".
Sean put down his newspaper, staring at Hanni's face. "Are you serious? You can't be serious, can you? I'm just an ordinary American citizen. You're giving me a crown?"
"This is art."
Fuck your art.
Sean didn't even want to complain.
"Peter I, could he be Russian?"
"No, it was Peter I of the Kingdom of Yugoslavia."
Oh, Sean breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's the other one?"
"The Pearl Tear Crown of the Greek Royal Family".
"Isn't this from England?" These are a pair of Lovers' Tears tiaras, most famously worn by Princess Diana. Sean saw them when he watched the Lion King movie.
"This is a pair. The other one belongs to the Greek royal family, which we acquired. King George II very much wanted to give it to you as a testament to our friendship."
Hahaha, is it for me?
I'd be a fool to believe you.
Hiram, that beast.
"Was it Hiram who did it last time too?" Sean asked, pointing to the walls of his house covered in paintings.
"Yes."
"Very good, very good." Sean said through gritted teeth. So it really was this bastard who did it.
Hanni smiled happily, "Your Excellency, I'll go prepare lunch. Please enjoy your meal."
After the secretary finished speaking, she left the apartment.
Berlin, Germany.
Himm sat dejectedly behind his desk, his uniform all wrinkled.
"Report."
"Come in."
Hausel handed a telegram to Himm.
There is only one sentence above.
Very satisfied.
Himm's serious face softened into a smile. "I finally know how to get closer to the hand of fate."
"My God, we're going to be lucky!" Hausel was equally excited.
"Yes, fate has been on our side. We sent over the remaining twenty paintings, which we had secretly hidden away. Keep it low-key! We can't let the young painter know; he doesn't like them. They were originally intended to be destroyed—so-called decadent art—but Lord Sean loves art."
We make use of waste.
"Yes, Your Excellency, he will be pleasantly surprised."
Himm nodded happily. "Yes, he must be very surprised. I can already imagine your happy smile."