WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

65. May 24th, focusing on Dunkirk.

December 1940, 5.

A commentary sparked jokes in Europe and the United States.

Yes, just kidding.

Italy will find it very difficult to defeat France.

Signed Sean Wayne.

"Haha, Sean Wayne, did he cast his curse on Italy this time?"

"Although Sean didn't guess Italy's decision correctly, I still believe in his perspective on the war."

"Yes, Sean's guesses about the battlefield are quite accurate."

"Italy can't even beat a weakened France right now? Hahahaha!"

Berlin.

The Supreme Command is in a somber mood today. The speaker, who was gesturing excitedly just two days ago because of Italy's military intervention, is a bit down today.

"Is Italy really no match for France?" the speaker said dejectedly.

The army generals bowed their heads, and Sean's words seemed highly credible.

Himm's mindset was different. It was over. Italy was doomed this time. That was someone who could see into fate. How could he possibly make a mistake?

"We have agreed to move towards Chambéry at the same time and meet at the agreed location. However, Wei Gang is currently setting up a defensive line, so we may not be able to arrive as agreed."

We haven't even crossed the Somme.

"Then we hope that Italy can demonstrate its fighting strength," the speaker concluded.

Rome, Italy.

Old Mo saw today's comments and slammed his fist on the table in anger.

"Sean Wayne is underestimating me again. This time I'll show him how wrong he is. Italy can make him make a mistake once, and it can make him make a mistake a second time."

We will end Sean's legend.

How is our troop assembly going?

"Currently, only some mountain troops and border guards stationed in the Alps have completed the assembly of the Moncenisio Wolves."

"What did you say? The order has been issued for days, and you've only managed to gather this few people?"

Old Mo didn't believe it.

"We were not prepared at all, and it will take at least two weeks for the artillery units to complete their assembly."

"Are you serious? Two weeks?"

"Yes, our tractor-mounted artillery moves very slowly, and many troops are dragging their feet; they don't want to fight."

Yes, that was his excuse for rejecting the mustache, and it was a genuine excuse without a trace of embellishment.

Old Mo's expression was grim. He pointed at his trusted followers and said, "I'll give you two weeks to assemble the troops and then launch the attack."

"But we haven't developed a strategy yet."

"Then let's make the decision now." Old Mo waved his hands angrily.

Over the next two days, the Italian media launched a swift attack on Sean Wayne.

But both Europeans and Americans noticed that despite all the criticism they had received, they never mentioned the battlefield.

"Has Italy not started fighting yet?"

The citizens of Los Angeles are eagerly anticipating it.

"Yes, I haven't heard of any war. They've just been constantly criticizing Sean in the newspapers."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"I really want to see the ending soon, will Sean's curse come true?"

"Me too."

"Germany's war was swift and sudden; was Italy also waiting for its opportunity?"

"Possibly."

Two more days passed, and there was still no news from Europe regarding the relationship between Italy and France.

However, new developments have emerged on the French battlefield.

Belgium announced its defeat today.

"My God, Belgium has also lost, now only France is left."

"It's over, Sean's curse never fails, France is in danger."

France will never be bullied again.

"So France and Italy haven't fought yet."

"I'd almost forgotten!"

"Yes, several days have passed since the declaration of war—and that was a declaration of war!"

With no news coming from Europe, the topic gradually lost its appeal.

The Port of Los Angeles in San Pedro Bay has welcomed new merchant ships.

The dockworkers unloaded boxes from the cargo ship Anderson.

The sky seemed unwilling to see people's enthusiasm, and a light rain began to fall.

boom.

A porter slipped and the box he was carrying fell heavily to the ground.

A large amount of liquid leaked from one corner of the box, and the aroma of wine permeated the dock.

"Damn it, how could you be so careless?"

Fat man Bishop swayed his massive body as he squeezed through the crowd, pushing aside those nearby and shouting angrily.

"It was just an accident, I will make amends."

"Compensation? How will you compensate me?"

Just as Bishop was questioning them, a group of Irishmen wearing overalls and baseball caps parted the crowd.

"What's wrong?"

"Hawk, it was just an accident," Bishop said, forcing a smile on his fat face.

"Accident?"

The Irishman in the middle scanned the ground. "Mountain liquor?"

He slightly turned his head, and his men immediately chased away the surrounding workers.

"Bisherp, how much of this shipment is there? Where should we store it?"

"Hawk, this is Italian stuff."

"It's mine now, on my dock. This isn't Italian territory."

Bootleg liquor is not legal and is not certified by the Tobacco and Alcohol Administration, meaning it can belong entirely to the owner.

In the days before Immigration and Customs Enforcement, smuggling was easy.

The goods were worth a lot of money, and the Irish immediately sprang into action, intending to move the wine away.

"Damn it." Seeing the savage Irishmen planning to rob him outright, Bishop looked on with worry, knowing he was doomed. He immediately sneaked towards the union office.

On the second floor of Sean's Hunting Grounds, Sean stood behind Heidett, his right arm around Heidett's neck and his left hand pressing down hard on the other's head.

"Remember, this is a naked chokehold."

Sean loosened his grip, and Heidett shook his neck; Sean's not-so-thick arm had almost suffocated him.

The paratroopers around him stood ramrod straight, watching intently.

"Naked chokehold is the best method for special operations in covert and disguised infiltration because using a dagger to slit the throat will splatter blood, cause environmental damage, and make it easier to be detected."

A naked chokehold can cause unconsciousness in just a few seconds, and if it lasts longer, it can cause suffocation and death.

When someone is locked in a naked chokehold, they have almost no chance of breaking free.

Remember, silent kills and hiding bodies are things you must take seriously.

"yes!"

Ten paratroopers answered with their chests out.

"Practice close combat in groups."

With Heidel's orders, the paratroopers began to carry them out seriously.

Sean wiped his sweat and sat down in a corner of the boxing gym.

Hanni handed over a water bottle.

He unscrewed the cap and tilted his head back to pour the water over his head. He had been working out lately and was sweating profusely today.

"Sir, what are your thoughts on Dunkirk?"

Dunkirk?

Sean suddenly perked up. Right, he had almost forgotten about this. Today was May 24th, the day the German High Command issued Order No. 13.

Some say that Little Mustache ordered a halt to the attacks in order to negotiate with Britain.

However, this contradicts the order in Directive 13 that Bock Army Group should cooperate with the air force to annihilate the British and French forces.

Why is it said that the orator let Britain off the hook and delayed the war?

To say he's an amateur giving bad advice?

However, in Guderian's memoirs, he claimed that they had never stopped attacking before the 24th.

Sean is neither in Dunkirk nor Berlin now, and he is filled with curiosity about the questions that exist in history.

What do you think?

Sean kicked the ball back.

"Dunkirk has been experiencing rainy weather, which has affected the air force, and the roads in the area are full of low-lying areas and swamps, which is not conducive to the operation of armored forces."

The Röntsted Army Group, which was closer in distance, had ceased its offensive.

The Air Force has accepted the mission.

Sure enough, history has shown that Guderian and Reinhardt, who were closer to the battlefield, were not allowed to fight, but Bock, who was from Belgium, was instead allowed to fight.

Sean couldn't understand it at all. Was it to preserve their strength?

Fear of losses to armored forces? But the German Air Force is now clearly twice as strong.

What will Dunkirk become?