WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

Chapter 116 Stop building Alaska-class heavy cruisers, let's build amphibious assault ships ins

Chapter 116 Stop building Alaska-class heavy cruisers, let's build amphibious assault ships instead.

Rome, Italy.

Old Mo was overjoyed at his official residence; he even ate an extra portion at lunchtime today.

When you're in a good mood, your appetite naturally improves.

His strategic planning and decisive victory not only enhanced Italy's presence in the Mediterranean but also dealt a heavy blow to the British Royal Navy.

With a little more effort, we can weaken Britain's presence.

"The era of the new Roman Empire is coming."

Old Mo excitedly waved his fist while enjoying his coffee.

Of course, the happiest thing was showing off my presence.

"Even Sean doesn't know how I did it. I wonder if he still has any negative comments about me. He'll definitely say, 'Old Mo, you're a tactical genius.'"

Old Mo was constantly plagued by mental illness.

Today I feel like I'm recovering from a serious illness.

Comfortable.

"Sir, Sean Wayne has written a comment."

"Yeah?"

Old Mo was in a good mood as he watched his trusted and beloved general walk in, the commander of the Black Army, his elite force.

He smugly shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and deliberately left his subordinates with a towering silhouette.

A calm voice came from his nose, "What did he say?"

Old Mo was very excited; his hands clenched tightly behind his back showed how eager he was to know what Sean had written.

"He highly praised the tactics used."

"Haha, he does have good taste."

Old Mo smiled; this was exactly what I wanted.

He called the operation epoch-making.

"That's right, very accurate." Old Mo nodded slightly, inwardly bursting with joy. Yes, this is a groundbreaking operation, a miracle under my leadership.

Old Mo turned around happily, "He must be very confused, because he has no idea how I did it."

confused?

No, Zenoa was a little embarrassed. This was different from what we thought. He had guessed it. Sean Wayne was a tactical genius.

Old Mo's eyes revealed a longing. "He must be very curious. After all, as a military expert, no one would not be curious about the emergence of a mysterious tactic."

He was curious about nothing. Zinoa met the old Mexican's burning gaze with some regret.

"He wasn't curious."

"That's impossible, you're lying to me, right? How could he not be curious? He's an expert! Doesn't he have any guesses, predictions, or even deductions about things he doesn't know?"

His tactics were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people; they were the wisdom of God combined with Italy's secret weapons. Who could have known he was launching an underwater sneak attack?

This was his best chance to mock Sean's ignorance in front of him.

I want revenge!

How could he not be curious?

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this day? He must be curious." The smile on Old Mo's face vanished.

"He's really not curious." Zinoa wanted to cry; he wasn't surprised at all.

"That's impossible. I've been waiting for this day for ages. I wanted to expose it yesterday, but it wasn't the right time. I'm just waiting for Sean to come out and write a comment so I can directly expose his ignorance and laugh at him. I was excited all night last night. You're telling me he's not curious?"

Seeing the sudden change in Lao Mo's expression, Zinoa knew that Lao Mo was obsessed. Sean Wayne was his biggest worry, and he had finally managed to seize an opportunity, but it had no effect whatsoever.

The feeling of going from heaven to hell is very painful.

"He guessed that we were fighting underwater."

"What did you say? Say it again! How could he possibly have guessed? That's impossible, I don't believe it."

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. How could he have guessed that?

"Seriously, he wrote a commentary that simulated almost our entire operation, except for not thinking about our torpedoes. This guy is a tactical genius; there are no secrets in our plan."

God, I can't believe there are people like this.

"Damn it, am I supposed to wait for an opportunity?"

"Your Excellency, please continue to focus on Egypt. Two of our army groups have joined us, and the number of troops committed is currently eight times that of the British."

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"Yes, inform Graznia to take Cairo and the three states."

As Italy's supreme commander, the Mexican quickly adjusted his mindset.

"What about Sean Wayne?"

"Never mind, maybe next time."

Italy remained silent.

Many people are aware of the effect of Sean's comments; the Italian's secret has been exposed.

"My God, Sean's analysis was really correct?"

"Yes, the Italian government's silence is tacit agreement."

"Sean Wayne is really amazing."

"That's a genius critic, do you think he just guessed?"

"By the way, Britain bombed Germany's Ruhr region again yesterday. Britain said it destroyed many German factories."

Germany claims to have shot down many British planes; I don't know who to believe.

"It looks like this air war between Germany and Britain is going to last a long time."

Sean was also keeping up with the news of the Battle of Britain from home.

But unlike in history, Germany is on the defensive.

They focused their efforts on the Middle East.

The war in Iraq is currently at a stalemate, with Britain at a disadvantage.

Lebanon is evenly matched, and Egypt is a battlefield? Forget it, Sean has no expectations for Italy.

If this continues, Britain will have to move more troops from India.

But given the fighting strength of the Indian divisions, the local Arabs were no pushovers either, and Sean didn't know how things would develop.

Is Mr. Sean here?

Hanni walked to the door, opened it, and there was the same Japanese man as last time. She glared at Heidel, thinking, "Didn't you say you'd beat him up and throw him away?"

Heidel blinked dejectedly, "There's nothing I can do."

"I am Mayor Mahoney of Los Angeles. This is Mr. Ozawa from the Japanese Consulate. He has important business with Mr. Sean."

It turns out the Japanese were cunning enough to contact the mayor of Los Angeles, leaving the paratrooper with no choice.

They can't hit someone in front of the mayor.

Hanni turned her head slightly.

The three people outside the door saw this action.

Sean nodded slightly.

Hanni opened the door.

The mayor of Los Angeles entered the apartment with two Japanese men.

As soon as they entered, they were drawn to a collection of famous paintings on the wall.

"Does Mr. Sean like counterfeit goods?"

Haha, hearing the mayor say that, Sean smiled faintly, "Yes, I like it."

He led the three to their seats, and Sean looked at the Japanese man strangely.

"Mr. Ozawa?"

Xiao Rizi immediately stood up and said, "Hi, it's me."

"We probably haven't seen it before."

Sean's words implied an inquiry: What are you doing here?

"This is a gift from His Majesty the Emperor."

Sean looked at a box containing a jade Buddha.

It was stolen, wasn't it?

"Sorry, I can't accept it."

"This is a token of our empire's goodwill."

Sean didn't speak, and just as he was about to open his mouth, a voice sounded again at the door.

"There are quite a lot of people here today." Eisenhower led Nimitz, who was dressed in a naval uniform, through the door.

When they saw that the person was Japanese, a look of surprise flashed across their eyes.

Upon seeing the army arrive, the mayor stood up awkwardly.

"Mr. Sean, I have other matters to attend to, so I won't disturb you any longer."

"I send you."

"No need," the mayor declined Sean's offer and quickly slipped away.

The living room was quite silent. The two American soldiers and the two Japanese soldiers were all a little embarrassed and didn't know how to start the conversation.

"I don't know why Japan wants to contact me?"

As the question arose, Nimitz looked on curiously.

"That's right. As the creator of the world's air assault forces, the establisher of special operations, and the founder of the new era's warfare concepts, we would like to ask Mr. Sean, how should a small country develop its self-defense capabilities?"

Self-defense?

You fucking call this self-defense?

Sean sneered.

"You are an island nation, a maritime power, and your navy is quite well-developed."

A barely perceptible flicker of excitement crossed the face of a bald, middle-aged Japanese man.

"So, Mr. Sean approves of our navy's development?"

"May I ask who you are?"

"My name is Takano Isoroku."

Yamamoto Korokuko.

Sean knew who this was. He was probably being accused of refusing to join the Axis powers and being pro-American, and was being pushed into the position of commander of the First Fleet of the Combined Fleet by Navy Minister Mitsumasa Yonai before he was dismissed.

This old guy should realize the importance of aircraft carriers and naval aviation by now, so it's unlikely I can fool him into building battleships and heavy cruisers.

"Who is this?"

"Hi, Mr. Sean, I'm Jisaburo Ozawa."

It turns out he was a rear admiral who advocated aircraft carrier and aircraft tactics.

It was he who defeated Yamamoto in the exercise that led Yamamoto to make the decision to vigorously develop aircraft carriers and naval aviation.

Seemingly knowing who the other person was, Nimitz wore a broad smile.

That's utter nonsense about the Japanese consulate; they're clearly staffed by Japanese naval personnel.

"Mr. Sean, don't you like this gift?"

Sean didn't even glance at it.

"The Japanese Navy has one major problem."

At this point, everyone listened quietly.

Sean suddenly laughed. "You don't have regular ground troops."

Yamamoto suddenly paused, "We have ground troops."

"Your ground forces consist of a portion of sailors and are generally quite small. Most of your ground troops are based in bases, that is, garrison troops stationed around naval ports, right?"

"You could say that? I didn't expect Lord Sean to know so much about us?"

Sean smiled faintly. He knew you too well. He didn't know you yourself, but your enemy.

"Your special operations Marines are often drawn from the field temporarily."

"That's right!" Yamamoto nodded affirmatively.

"The United States has a Marine Corps, and this composition is very correct."

This is also the development direction of various countries in later generations. Although Sean pointed it out, he knew that it would be quite difficult for Japan to build a large marine corps, and the army would not agree.

With the outbreak of the Pacific War, the Navy began to be built up in a large number of ways, drawing away many elite Army Class A divisions.

This is a very feasible way to alleviate pressure from the East; let Japan's land and sea struggle intensify.

"Does Your Excellency mean to form a Marine Corps?" Yamamoto welcomed this suggestion.

"You are a maritime power, you can't coordinate with the army every time you go to sea to fight."

That's right!

Yamamoto thought this was absolutely right; the army's idiots were arrogant, and we needed our own troops.

Since it was Lord Sean who said it, His Majesty is very likely to approve it, and even the army's idiots can't object.

"What does Mr. Sean think of the Japanese army?"

"They have strong convictions and a Bushido spirit."

"That's right." Since you understand Japan very well, your advice is sound.

The two Japanese naval officers were convinced of this.

"What are your thoughts on our Navy's Fusō?"

"Absolutely amazing."

"Wait a minute," Nimitz suddenly turned to look at Sean. "Didn't you say that naval aviation is the future? Why are you so sure it's the battleships?"

Sean knew that in this era, there was still a veneration for giant ships and cannons.

It's not just in Britain; they're making notebooks too.

Even the United States is developing the Alaska-class, the world's first heavy cruiser, and the Iowa-class, a super battleship, obsessed with huge caliber guns. Big guns are just awesome.

Everyone is still figuring things out, and the era of aircraft carriers has not yet been truly established.

It wasn't until Britain sank Italy's largest battleship with a torpedo from a small aircraft that the world realized that the era of giant ships and cannons had been completely replaced by naval aviation.

"Does Lord Sean have any further suggestions?"

Would the suggestion be helpful? Do you have that many pilots?

Do you think you're the United States?

It has the most airports, the most aircraft manufacturers, and the most aviation clubs in the world.

Besides, how could I possibly tell you?

"Your navy builds tanks, right?"

"right."

"The amphibious assault vehicle is pretty good."

Sean turned his head. "What are you doing here?"

When Yamamoto saw Sean turn his head, he knew that the other person had something to say.

"Yes, thank you very much. His Majesty the Emperor wishes you to visit Tokyo. We will certainly do our best to accommodate your needs and fulfill all your requests."

Oh dear, the Emperor is inviting Sean on a trip?

Nimitz smiled.

Sean said nothing, just smiled, "Hannis, see her out."

Please wait.

Yamamoto gave Hanni a strange look.

After the two left, Nimitz suppressed a laugh and said, "I heard that Adolf also invited you to travel to France."

"Haha, you guys have some pretty good information."

"I also heard that he invited you to a dinner party at Berghof's residence."

"Haha, I didn't go."

"You're busier than me; you have to go to the White House this month."

Eisenhower's smile faded. "Japan has big ambitions. We've used resources to block them and restrict the development of our navy, but they've been catching up all along. The current Combined Fleet has already surpassed the Italians."

Nimitz, equally serious, said, "Sean, you shouldn't be giving them advice. By the way, why didn't you suggest developing an air force?"

Sean pointed to the door.

Hanni turned it off casually.

"Actually, I made a suggestion to the War Department."

"Oh?"

The two exchanged a glance.

"Stop the Alaska-class heavy cruisers and Iowa-class battleships."

"What? But our War Department is signing the contract the day after tomorrow, and the design is already complete," Nimitz exclaimed in surprise.

Historically, the Alaska-class heavy cruisers were contracted around September 9, 1940, with the New York Shipbuilding Corporation taking the order.

Six ships at once!

"But our navy needs this kind of heavy cruiser, which is somewhere between a cruiser and a battleship."

No, we don't need it.

Eisenhower looked serious, while Nimitz watched Sean quietly.

"I think you have some better suggestions, right?"

Nimitz pondered upon hearing Sean's words.

"Amphibious assault ship or amphibious landing ship."

"What?" An amphibious assault ship? What is that?

That's right, this is the best alternative; nobody knows what this thing is.

No one knew that Sean had developed the auxiliary equipment for future aircraft carriers ahead of time.

Even three amphibious assault ships could replace an aircraft carrier as the core of a battle group.

In this timeline, amphibious assault ships are just a concept.

Many people even distinguish between attack ships and auxiliary ships.

A landing ship is a landing ship, but no one has ever thought of turning it into something like an aircraft carrier.

The name "amphibious assault ship" was also very misleading during World War II.

No one expected it could carry an airplane.

What I want is to completely wipe out the Japanese. With amphibious assault ships for landing operations, I'll flatten your Combined Fleet.

"What's an amphibious assault ship?" the two asked simultaneously.

"It's a landing ship capable of carrying carrier-based aircraft."

"Carrying carrier-based aircraft? Isn't this an aircraft carrier?"

"It's different. Its combat mission is different from that of an aircraft carrier. The mission of an aircraft carrier is to seize air superiority. In addition to aircraft on the deck, an amphibious assault ship also has a dry dock below, which can carry landing craft, hovercraft, amphibious vehicles, and marines."

If aircraft carriers are considered fortresses for maritime warfare, then amphibious assault ships are behemoths for landing and deployment.

"A fortress with air superiority and amphibious assault capabilities?" Nimitz exclaimed in surprise.

"What a brilliant idea!" Eisenhower couldn't help but exclaim.

"Very good. I will submit it to the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the War Department for discussion. If approved, the first amphibious assault ship in the United States, no, the world, will be named the USS Shawn."

Sean laughed inwardly, realizing he had once again made a significant mark on history.

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