WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

46. ​​The German Luftwaffe decided to conduct a special operation involving camouflage and infiltrat

Sean didn't expose him, simply waving his hand, "I don't need protection."

The six people looked at each other awkwardly.

"What I need are employees, people to work for me. You know, I just opened a gun shop, and I need employees and shooting instructors."

Heidett smiled. "It's my pleasure to serve you, sir."

Great, the start is not bad. Next, we need to keep brainwashing these people.

Sean nodded in satisfaction. "Hanni will talk to you about the salary. You don't need to worry about your life and family. She will arrange for someone to bring your relatives over."

Heidel and the others exchanged glances, their eyes filled with excitement.

"I'll handle it." Hanni said, pointing to the door. "You can leave now."

"Yes."

Bang! The door closed softly, and Hanni's voice came from behind.

"Heydart and his men are the most elite of the paratroopers. They are the army's elite, skilled in parachuting, shooting, and even infiltration and sabotage. Oh, and they can also drive tanks and armored vehicles. Heydart is of noble birth and can also fly planes."

I know that the elite six-man squad consists of battle-hardened veterans.

This is a real, black ops group.

Sean took two thousand dollars from the bedroom and handed it to Hanni.

"Let them buy some clothes and give them some change."

"Your Excellency, you don't need to be so kind to them. It is their mission and honor to work for you. It is the greatest fortune of their lives."

"No, this is what I, as the boss, should do."

Hanni nodded and walked out of the room with the money.

Sean watched her retreating figure and smiled faintly.

Upon hearing Hanni's words, the six paratroopers excitedly took the money.

Each person received over three hundred US dollars, which is equivalent to three years' salary for an average German worker.

"We will certainly live up to the boss's expectations, and we will defend His Excellency Sean's dignity with our lives."

December 1940, 5.

Sean's business is gradually unfolding, with only one week left before Germany invades the four countries.

Bang bang bang.

Inside a building near Los Angeles, which was under renovation, gunshots could be heard coming from the shooting range inside.

Sean is practicing his shooting.

Several paratroopers were practicing on the surrounding shooting ranges, and some even began training in shooting while moving and rapid-fire.

Sean put down his gun, Hanni handed him a drink, and Heidel stood obediently to the side.

He now greatly admires Sean, who taught them a strange shooting posture that greatly improved their shooting accuracy.

This posture is known as the Sean hold.

Good heavens, was that invented by the American heroes of the Empire?

Soldiers always respect the strong.

In their eyes, Sean had become even more imposing, a testament to their genuine admiration.

"Will they airdrop in Belgium?"

Hearing Sean's question, Hanni felt a little embarrassed, "I can't hide anything from you."

In fact, paratroopers also parachuted into the Netherlands, and were even wiped out in The Hague, but the losses of paratroopers in Belgium would be greater.

"The Eben-Emer fortress is the gateway to attack Belgium. You plan to use air force bombing, then gliders will drop frigates to capture the fortress and seize the bridge."

Hanni didn't know the Supreme Command's plans, but she knew Sean couldn't be wrong.

"Many paratroopers will die."

Sean put down his drink and wiped his sweat. Standing to the side, Heidel, as a former paratrooper, naturally understood the dangers of parachuting. Putting aside the enemy's anti-aircraft firepower, even just landing could result in a head injury and bleeding, and he would have to wear a fixed helmet.

"How would you fight if it were you?" Heidel asked curiously.

"I?"

Sean thought for a moment and remembered a game he used to play. "I would arrange a team, most of whom would have to master the enemy's common phrases, wear their army uniforms, and secretly infiltrate the fortress to break through from the inside."

This is actually a tactic used in special operations.

Disguised infiltration!

"Disguised infiltration?"

A group of paratroopers stared wide-eyed, thinking, "How dare they!"

"Bombing and airdrops while creating internal chaos can greatly reduce casualties; soldiers' lives matter too."

Yes, the six paratroopers looked at Sean with excitement. "Your kindness is the most beautiful virtue."

"Sir, can we learn special operations?"

"Okay, I'll teach you some standard tactics, but you'll have to practice basic shooting, demolition, and physical training on your own. I'll write some course materials, and Heidel will arrange the training." If you can't do it yourself, then leave it to the professionals.

"Thank you, sir."

"No, thank you." Once you've mastered it, I'll teach it to the US Army so they can wipe out the Japanese in the Pacific theater, and ideally, carry out a decapitation strike in Tokyo.

You are my guinea pigs.

A telegram was sent to Berlin. At this moment, Europe was on edge, like a gazelle drinking at a pond. Belgium's wariness of Germany had been going on for a while. After Sean's comments were published, they were constantly shuttling between Paris and London.

Of course, the Netherlands wasn't doing nothing; they were putting effort into gathering intelligence to obtain the operational plans of the German High Command.

Goring received Hanni's telegram.

Paratroopers will suffer heavy casualties.

heavy?

Göring was somewhat hesitant; in war, people always die.

Moreover, the battle plan, especially the initial military operation, was approved by Little Mustache, so he couldn't even preserve his strength.

In special operations, there is a tactic called infiltration and disguise.

After reading the next part, Goring suddenly had an epiphany: Yes, I can secretly modify the plan and send out a few elite troops before the attack.

A team infiltrated Belgium and disguised themselves to enter the Emer fortress on the day of the attack.

Another force entered the Netherlands and lurked in Vaalport, near Rotterdam, the country's second-largest city. If they could just take over Vaalport Airport like Norway did, and then airdrop troops, they could seize the Netherlands' largest industrial area. Wouldn't that highlight the unpredictable and deadly surprise attack capabilities of the air force?

Disguised infiltration, hahaha.

Goring laughed, saying that as long as losses could be minimized, secretly modifying the operation was no big deal.

He picked up the telegram and lit it with a lighter. This had to be kept secret, since it involved unauthorized modification of the plan.

You can only tell Little Mustache.

After some thought, Göring decided to use the secret personnel of his intelligence research institute to provide support in the Netherlands and Belgium, working together from the inside and outside to prepare camouflage equipment for the paratroopers.

December 1940, 5.

Sean had just gotten up when Hannie drove Monroe to school, and there was someone sitting in the empty hall.

Sean was startled. "Jensen, what are you doing here?"

"I'm furious, Sean. Look at the New York Times reviews. They say you used to be a porter, and now you own a huge gun shop. Your wealth is a mystery."

They're implying you received money.

Adding to the comments from France a few days ago, they said you're a commentator who leans towards Germany.

The New York Times is accusing you of unfair and impractical commentary.

What?

The New York Times? It's them again?

Sean snatched the newspaper, his face growing darker with each reading.

No, I have to tell them that I'm telling the truth, that I warned France before.

You've actually repaid kindness with enmity, so I won't give you any face.