WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

Chapter 97 Sean talks about special operations, and Goring secretly learns again.

Chapter 98 Sean talks about special operations, and Goring secretly learns again.

"Ahhh!" Sean returned home and collapsed onto the sofa in pain. In the past two days, he had bought a huge farm near Death Valley. The land was very cheap. He converted several huge barns into a skunk research and development factory and the farm buildings into dormitories for engineers.

The construction company is still an old acquaintance, Frederick TMP.

Once the factory is completed, this unassuming facility on the California plains will amaze the world.

"Sir, you can leave it to me."

Sean turned around dejectedly, looking at the ceiling. "It's not because I'm tired from work, it's because those mayors are too enthusiastic."

"Because you bring investment and job opportunities, they call you an angel."

"Ugh!" Sean exclaimed in frustration, "Being a businessman isn't so easy."

No wonder netizens prefer reading ambiguous stories about how a guy with a good kidney can pick up girls.

How refreshing it is to go in and out, and you can even drip a few drops.

Business is so boring.

"The Horton brothers have been found. They are not valued and are on their way to Los Angeles. Lufthansa, Junkers, Schmidt, and a team of twenty senior engineers."

"Hmm, have them remove the elites and divide the senior engineers from Bell Helicopters and Lockheed into three groups: one group to develop jet fighters, one group to develop helicopters, and one group to develop tailless bombers."

The two companies merged, while the remaining staff continued development of the Twinwing Demon and the heavy transport aircraft.

"Why preserve their original research?" Hanni knew that what Sean wanted was the future, and P38 was not excellent.

Actually, the P38 was quite excellent and could rival the Zero fighter.

It was also the only American interceptor in the early days capable of countering the Zero.

The Green Devil was a battalion-level unit, a special operations battalion of the German Luftwaffe, which can be considered a Tier 1 unit.

"So, where is your tactical intervention team?"

"In this era, Heidel and his team should be considered T0, the highest level!"

After all, they were trained by themselves, and from the beginning they received training methods and combat concepts of modern special forces. Heidel and his men were an elite group.

It includes two of Germany's best snipers; there's no reason why such a team shouldn't be considered T0.

"Wow, by the way, did you know? De Gaulle said the German Luftwaffe will be airdropping onto Crete soon. What do you think?"

"Yes, it's very likely. However, Crete only has two usable airfields with more than 30,000 troops stationed there. So, if Germany wants to occupy the island, it will need to airdrop troops to seize the airfields and successfully land them. This process will result in heavy losses."

Airdropping is inherently risky, and coupled with the harsh climate and environment of an island, the casualty rate is very high.

So you agree with his point of view?

uh-huh.

Sean picked up a slice of pizza and nodded. "If it were me, I wouldn't parachute in. I would send out a submarine with an elite team to land under cover of darkness using small boats."

Using a special operations team, they scouted the airport and discovered the enemy's anti-aircraft guns.

British air defense positions would certainly be hidden to avoid reconnaissance and bombing by the German Luftwaffe, since they did not have air superiority.

By using special forces to mark positions, whether it's igniting fire, launching coordinates, or destroying anti-aircraft guns, as long as the timing is right, the air force can be deployed to gain air superiority, cut off the island's power facilities, and even destroy radio stations to prevent the enemy from communicating and calling for support.

Then, conduct an airborne assault to seize the airport.

The casualties will be much smaller.

"How is this possible? Can a small squad really do this on an island with tens of thousands of troops stationed there?" Cook felt like he was hearing a legendary tale, exciting yet unimaginable.

Sean didn't answer; if there's a success rate, it can be done.

Would it be easy for Delta Force to capture Old Ma?

Is it not difficult to capture Old Sa?

There's nothing you can't do.

The concept of special operations was still relatively vague at that time.

"Oh my god, thank you for your reply."

December 1940, 7.

An article titled "[Sean Wayne, the Father of Modern Special Operations, Talks About Crete]" was published and caused a sensation.

Looking at this article by Washington Post reporter Cook.

The Americans looked at their colleagues with curiosity.

"This isn't a movie script, is it?"

"It feels like a legend, like the Trojan Horse. How could that be?"

"Sean Wayne's idea is really strange, sending a small team to an island with tens of thousands of people? Are you crazy?"

De Gaulle in Washington looked at the newspaper, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

"Sean Wayne's battlefield predictions are accurate, so how can he talk about tactics? That's so crazy and naive."

Do you think this is a story from The Three Musketeers? How could France lose to such a naive fellow?

Even Churchill in London was laughing out loud while reading the newspaper.

"A small squad? How many people? Crete has 30,000 troops; are they trying to get themselves killed?"

Only one person didn't laugh.

Sterling, the founder of the British Special Air Service (SAS), looked on with a worried expression.

According to Sean, special operations are not on the main battlefield.

"How could he come up with such a method? Can it succeed?" Sterling felt a sense of resistance. He longed for Sean's legend, and he also wanted to form a force that could come and go like the wind.

But that was the last stronghold of the British in Greece, and he didn't want to lose.

Submarine landings are something that far exceeded the imagination of countless military commanders.

For generals who were still using World War I thinking, this was an unimaginable joke.

They overlooked one point: air-ground coordination, which is also a fundamental method of special operations.

Currently, only the German Air Force can do this.

Berlin, Germany.

The Supreme Command has recently been preparing to attack Britain, and the final battle in Greece has been handed over to Air Marshal Göring.

After all, the German navy was no longer capable, and the Italian navy, after the Battle of Cape Matapan, was no longer able to escort the German army landings.

The only option is to parachute in.

As he read Sean's words, Goring's hand holding the telegram trembled, and he let out a maniacal laugh.

"Hahaha, special operations, submarine and small boat landing, what a genius! Adding silencers reduces the chance of exposure. Equip them with plastic explosives and communication equipment. The air strike was arranged three hours later. Perfect coordination."

Once the anti-aircraft positions are marked or the anti-aircraft guns are destroyed, the Wayne Assault Division can end the battle.

Because I have absolute air superiority.

The operation to seize Crete was launched. Reconnaissance planes were ordered to gather information about the island and draw detailed maps to mislead the enemy into believing that we were about to conduct an airborne assault.

In addition, the Navy was required to deploy submarines to assist.

The Green Devil is always on standby.

They would never have imagined that the German Air Force would not engage in airborne operations, but rather in special operations.

I want to become a superior person, I want to become the father of German special operations!

Now those army landlubbers won't mock me for not understanding tactics.

Many people took Sean's statement as a joke.

Since he said it, how could the Germans possibly do it?

That's crazy in itself.

Nobody believed it.

Three German submarines secretly departed from Italy, carefully evading the British Navy, and waited underwater.

Inside the cabin, a group of German paratroopers dressed in green combat uniforms, carrying assault rifles equipped with silencers, were organizing their equipment.

They were none other than the infamous Green Devils, the special forces of the German Air Force.

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