WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

41. Mr. Sean, would you like to become a board member of the Rifle Association?

Hanni was very excited. Sean had a deep understanding of weapons, and his tactical ideas were incredibly imaginative.

Now, even his shooting posture exudes a strong sense of truth.

Lord Sean is omnipotent.

His shooting posture greatly improves shooting accuracy and rate of fire.

This is a terrifying, even revolutionary, advancement.

Actually, Sean didn't think that way; he thought the shooting posture could be given to the Rifle Association.

Because in that era, warfare was mainly fought with rifles, most of which were bolt-action or semi-automatic.

The shooting posture of a rifle is different from that of an assault rifle.

His posture also doesn't conform to most mainstream firearms.

However, handguns can be widely promoted.

"Okay, I can teach you the position."

Martin smiled excitedly after hearing this, "Mr. Sean, I will persuade the chairman and other board members that our Rifle Association hopes Mr. Sean Wayne can serve as the California board member of the Rifle Association."

The Rifle Association invited Sean to serve as a board member?

Many people watched with curiosity.

"California board member?" Sean didn't know how to say it.

"Yes, your shooting posture will revolutionize the world. Our Rifle Association has always been committed to promoting shooting, and we need it."

"But I'm very busy."

"Mr. Sean, please listen to me. You don't need to handle the association's affairs. In fact, there is a board member in California. You are a non-state board member and don't need to handle any affairs."

It just means nominally a figurehead.

Sean realized that the other party was using his fame.

This is a win-win situation. He does have some popularity as a commentator, but he lacks influence.

The Rifle Association, however, is different; they can even influence Congress.

The Rifle Association and the military-industrial complex are now effectively bound together, and they possess immense power.

"Okay, thank you for your recommendation."

Upon hearing Sean's agreement, Martin excitedly grasped Sean's hand. "Sir, I'll inform all the council members right now; they'll be delighted to have you join us."

You will leave a mark on history as the founder of the modern shooting posture.

As soon as Martin left, Springfield, Winchester, and Colt's men immediately surrounded him.

"Mr. Sean, could you roughly draw an improved version of Garland?"

Sean nodded, picked up the paper and pen the other person handed him, and drew a rough sketch of the M1 carbine.

"Oh God, that's entirely possible."

The Winchester representative kept smiling as he looked at the drawing.

Of course it's possible. You can produce it by the end of the year. There are absolutely no technical difficulties involved.

This gun was very suitable for the Pacific theater and was a favorite weapon among soldiers.

"What's your name?"

Sean just smiled. "Carbine."

"A carbine?" The other person looked puzzled.

"Carbin, in Spanish, means cavalry, who used short-barreled rifles."

"Yes, we'll call it a carbine."

This carbine is very effective at killing Japanese soldiers; I'll definitely get my hands on it first.

"Mr. Sean, our three companies have decided to cover all your expenses this time. We will also give you an additional five thousand dollars for the exterior design."

"Thank you." Five thousand is not a small amount. Sean will not ask for an exorbitant price, because history will soon become reality, and Winchester Company can do it on its own without him.

"Are you done?" The Colt representative next to him was very anxious, holding a pen and paper and looking at Sean expectantly.

"Okay, I'm doomed."

Another person immediately squeezed next to Sean. "Mr. Sean, could you draw your ideal assault rifle?"

Haha, what are you drawing? An AK? No way, an STG44? It's certainly possible to produce one with current technology, but that's a San Dezi (a derogatory term for a Japanese company).

Sean picked up a pen and made a simple sketch, and what he drew was an AR15!

We don't even have an M16 now.

The workers from the three factories stared at each other, bewildered, as they looked at the assault rifle on the blueprints.

"very beautiful."

Yes, the AR15 still looks pretty good, especially with the addition of a grip and sights.

"However, given this size and design, it seems impossible to manufacture."

While current materials technology and other processes are insufficient, the core technologies of assault rifles—pneumatics and rotary locking—are possessed.

Sean just smiled silently. "That's the future."

Colt is satisfied; yes, this is their future direction.

"Mr. Sean, we will also give you a $5000 exterior design fee."

Sean smiled happily, having gotten 5000 for free.

"Can I have this M1911?"

"Of course, I'll issue you the invoice now."

The manufacturers around him left satisfied, and others gradually gathered around.

"Mr. Sean, Germany and Britain and France are currently vying for the port of Narvik. We read your commentary in the Los Angeles Times, which indicated that without naval and air support, German troops would withdraw from the port and move towards the mountains. So, what will happen next?"

"Yes, Norway is now divided in two. One half is under German airspace, and the British and French have been driven back. The other half is under British airspace, and with naval support, the two sides are locked in a stalemate. What will happen next? Can Germany still win?"

"Yes, you said Germany would still win, but we don't see any chance of Germany winning right now."

"What about naval warfare? Both sides are currently suffering losses, but the British Navy is larger."

Marilyn pouted, and Sean was once again swallowed up by a group of chatting guys.

She looked around, walked to the fast food restaurant, and bought a smoothie.

When she turned around again, she suddenly realized that Hanni had disappeared.

Hanni adjusted her clothes, smiled at the other women in the restroom, and greeted them warmly. Soon, another blonde woman stood by the sink.

She was touching up her makeup while looking in the mirror.

Hanni scraped off her lipstick with her hand, then took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, leaving the used tissue by the sink.

After Hanni left, the blonde woman casually picked up the paper.

A telegram was sent to Europe.

Goering stood in his office, looking at himself in the mirror, glancing at his uniform, and fiddling with his collar. He had been in a good mood these past few days.

The navy suffered a setback, the army's landing operation made no progress, and only the air force achieved a great victory.

Now, when I encounter Manstein, Röntgen, or that annoying Rommel, I can't help but smile.

The other person will also turn gloomy after seeing your smile.

It feels so good, this feeling of exhaling and lifting one's head feels so good, this is how a first-class person should feel.

"Report."

"Come in." Goring straightened his coat and turned to face the door.

"This is the latest news regarding Lord Sean Wayne."

Goring took the telegram. Recently, Himm had also been eyeing Sean, so he had to keep a close eye on him.

"Assault rifle?"

"Yes!"

Goring looked at Sean's description of the rifle; it was indeed a good thing—lightweight, powerful, and crucially, not too long. "Isn't this tailor-made for paratroopers?"

He knew that Germany had been developing automatic rifles before the war, but unfortunately, the project was shelved again due to the success of the Blitzkrieg.

The speaker seemed uninterested in automatic rifles; he only wanted tanks.

But now Sean has made it clear that this is a powerful infantry weapon.

He excitedly took the telegram and went to the speaker's office.

"Sir, expert Sean says that assault rifles are the best rifles."

Sure enough, the little mustache wasn't interested and slowly looked at the telegram with a blank expression.

"Yes, but he also commented on the importance of armored forces. What we need now is armored formations, developing various tanks and vehicles."

"Your Excellency, this weapon may be too expensive to be widely deployed, but it can be deployed to paratroopers. After all, the paratrooper force is not large. We have only formed 50,000 troops so far, including the Wayne Commando Division, the 22nd Airborne Division, and the 7th Air Division, so it will not cost too much money."

If you have limited equipment and don't need to invest much, then it's worth considering.

The speaker nodded subconsciously; after all, Sean never made a mistake.

He was also fed up with the current predicament in Narvik, northern Norway.

The Air Force has made a great contribution this time, so naturally we won't be too harsh on them.

"Okay, do it yourself."

Göring saluted, then turned around with a happy smile on his face; another project to spend money on.

What benefits should we offer him?

"Why don't we give Hanni some people? On the one hand, they can protect him, and on the other hand, they can keep an eye on him."

Yes, that's what we'll do.

"August von der Heidel!"

"arrive."

Goring looked at the veteran commander of the Wayne Assault Division, who had distinguished himself in Oslo. This veteran had performed exceptionally well this time.

"How old are you?"

"33 years old!"

"You were previously from the Aerial Hunter Company?"

"Yes. I now belong to the elite Wayne Assault Division."

"I have a mission for you. You will take five soldiers and head to Los Angeles immediately."

"Sir, I am a soldier, and I hope my destiny is on the battlefield."

"Now, you need to go and protect our hero, Lord Sean."

"That would be my honor."

"Very good, you can retire now."

"what?"

"Is there a problem? This is America, after all."

"Yes."