30 He was like a wizard.
30 He was like a wizard.
The Knight's Cross of the Order of the Diamonds, Oak Leaves, and Swords is Germany's highest honor, bar none.
Only one person received it during World War II.
Currently, none!
It should be said that, to date, no one has obtained it.
"Isn't this too hasty? I thought a silver sword would suffice, but are we going to give a gold sword?" The orator looked at Goring in surprise.
"Not rashly." If I were to say I was rashly, my military budget would be gone, and all I'd get are medals.
I don't feel bad about sending more.
I am truly heartbroken by the lack of military funding.
Only in this way can the importance of the air force be highlighted, the correctness of Shawn's rapid reaction force theory be demonstrated, more troops be expanded, greater power be obtained, and more wealth be reaped.
How can we be so hasty?
"These are my heartfelt words," Göring said, his face bearing the typical expression of a meticulous German.
"Since you put it that way, then give it to him." Two ordinary Iron Cross medals would actually be more worthwhile.
"Breaking news! Breaking news! Sean Wayne, the Empire's American hero, has been awarded the Knight's Order of the Diamond and Oak Leaves, becoming the first person in the Empire to do so."
The streets and alleys were filled with the cries of newsboys.
The Observer published almost a full-page news report today.
Europe was shocked.
The United States was in an uproar.
Germany was dumbfounded.
How could someone actually receive this honor?
The Army is going crazy.
Many army generals pointed at the air force and cursed, "What are those bastards doing? They haven't done anything!"
"Yes, he's also an American."
The Supreme Command's baffling actions were baffling even to the Germans themselves.
This is not accurate.
The Army also has many grievances against the Air Force.
Then, people looked at the newspapers when the Nordic battles had been won.
The air force's unpredictable surprise attack shocked the world.
It turns out that tactics are not just blitzkrieg, but also assault warfare and decapitation strikes.
This is too difficult to handle; it's impossible to guard against.
The German people suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."
"Indeed very rigorous. In that case, he deserves the honor."
"Truly a hero of the Empire in America."
"A great victory. Let's have a drink today."
"Yes, we definitely need to have a drink."
Many people in Berlin were contacting acquaintances on the streets.
"For the hero of the Empire, Sean Wayne."
"To the heroes!" they raised their glasses in celebration.
Sean's prestige in Germany has reached a level unimaginable to a foreigner, all thanks to the effects of domestic propaganda.
Himm looked at the excited crowd on the street and quietly wondered what Goring was up to.
No one feels comfortable being watched by this hungry wolf, and now, Himm has his eye on Sean.
He knew Göring needed military funding, but he knew he wouldn't get a share of that good thing.
Himm glanced at Sean's comments, his eyes darting around.
"In Sean's theory, information technology seems to be very important, right, Hausser?"
The colonel with the skull and lightning bolt epaulets nodded. "Yes, His Excellency Sean Wayne said that in modern warfare, besides air superiority, there is another very important key."
Information technology.
Information technology includes battlefield transparency and communications.
Well, there's nothing we can do about communications, but battlefield transparency—isn't that what intelligence work is all about?
That's my territory.
"Hausser, do you think we should also increase military spending?"
"Yes, absolutely. After all, Lord Sean Wayne is absolutely right."
"I think so too." Hiram nodded, a meaningful smile on his face.
We can't let Göring's air force squander the military budget; our guard also needs money.
We also have armored divisions, we even have aircraft, and we can react much faster, but that's not the point. We also have secret police.
That's a huge expense. Does intelligence gathering not cost money?
We're poor.
A determined look flashed in Hiram's eyes.
Many countries don't listen to Sean's comments.
But Germany heeded the advice.
Thanks to Goring and Hillam's cunning, they perfectly executed Sean's ideas.
Information technology combined with air superiority.
"Notify Hanni, tell her to protect Lord Sean to the death, that it is more important than her own life. She lives for Lord Sean. Headquarters promotes her to major," Hiram said in a low voice.
So that's what Göring was doing. Well, I can do that too. Why should the army take up so many resources? The SS is also a powerful fighting force. The army's resources should be tilted towards us.
Germany was deeply divided, with everyone eyeing the army's spoils.
On April 9, a telegram was sent to the United States.
The Los Angeles Times building was still lit up at night.
Editor-in-Chief O'Connor looked anxious, rubbing his temples as he smoked.
The smoke in his mouth rose slowly, swirling and dissipating above his head.
"This is really painful, what should I do now?"
The German navy's defeat and retreat, a swift and decisive setback, was not good news for the Los Angeles Times.
He could even hear the discussions in the hallway outside while sitting in his office.
"The editor-in-chief failed this time."
"Yes, Sean's prediction may be wrong; the German navy has had a bad start."
The thought of people mocking Sean is a good thing, even for an evil businessman, as it generates buzz.
But Sean also represents sales figures; the more mistakes he makes, the less attention he receives.
"Damn it, ahhhhhhh."
An angry roar came from the office, making the night shift security guards shrink back in fear, thinking the editor-in-chief had gone mad.
A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.
dong dong dong.
"Come in."
"Great news, great news! They won! They won! Germany won! And it was an unprecedented, resounding victory!"
The assistant waved the telegram in his hand excitedly.
"Really?" O'Connor stood up wearily from the boss's chair, his beard unshaven.
"Yes, the German Air Force launched a surprise attack on Oslo at noon today, exactly as Sean said. Germany's newly established airborne division, with paratroopers and armored units at its core, carried out a large-scale airborne assault."
They occupied the airport and even captured members of the royal family.
Norway failed.
As for Denmark, after the German army secretly landed, they launched an attack on Denmark, and Denmark declared defeat in less than two hours.
One day, one day's time, two countries, my God.
"Sean is right. Denmark will be defeated in a day, and Germany will carry out the decapitation strike. He's a god!"
"Get ready for tomorrow's front page headline. I want everyone to know first thing in the morning that the Los Angeles Times did the right thing."
O'Connor roared at the top of his lungs, his previously tired face now displaying excitement and rage.
"By the way, Germany has announced that it will award the unprecedented Knight's Medal with Diamonds, Oak Leaves and Swords to Sean Wayne, a German American hero."
This is the highest honor that no one has ever received before.
"Are they crazy? They must be crazy." O'Connor's mouth was agape; as the editor-in-chief, he understood the meaning of the medal.
Note that this is something no one has ever obtained before; it refers to anyone.
"I also think they're crazy. Sean is an American, where did he get his merits?"
Even O'Connor couldn't understand it.
Germany's actions over the past six months have left many people baffled.
4/10
"Breaking news! Breaking news! Denmark has been defeated! The German Luftwaffe has airdropped troops into Oslo! Sean Weinstein's prediction of a decapitation strike has come true!"
Newspaper boys on the street were shouting excitedly, their necks flushed.
Countless people around stopped in their tracks, their minds reeling.
How did things turn out differently?
It's only been one night. Wasn't the news from yesterday that they were withdrawing?
We won today?
"Give me a copy of the Los Angeles Times."
When attention turned to news about the European plate, everyone was at a loss.
"Sean Wayne was absolutely right, it was like he saw it with his own eyes."
"No, he predicted it in advance, like a wizard."
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