WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

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"Sir, what do you think we should do?" Hanni asked, yearning for guidance from fate.

I think?

What do I think? Will I be held responsible for the hundreds of thousands who die?

I'm not that stupid; I'm neutral.

"I don't know." Sean picked up the kettle and tilted his head back to drink.

Now, because of his appearance, a butterfly effect has been created. Although it is not strong, it is slowly emerging step by step. Sean plans to watch quietly.

Hanni was somewhat disappointed by Sean's words.

Berlin.

Göring's face was beaming with joy. On this day that everyone had been looking forward to, it was indeed up to the air force. The army's cumbersome tracked tanks, towed guns, and self-propelled artillery could not run freely in Dunkirk.

The time has come to prove ourselves as first-rate.

Now that he had a large number of fighter jets and bombers, Göring was full of confidence.

Of course, they also received a lot of benefits.

Thank you, Sean.

"I will give them a baptism of hellfire," Göring laughed excitedly.

The generals at the Supreme Command were arguing incessantly.

General Jodl agreed to halt the attack, reduce losses of the armored forces, and reserve them for dealing with the situation after the conquest of France.

Guderian and other frontline commanders telegraphed their hopes to launch an attack and annihilate the enemy's manpower.

The entire army has exposed huge problems, not only the communication links that Manstein just mentioned, but also the disorganization of the command system.

It was drizzling in Dunkirk.

The dock was packed with a large group of British and French troops waiting to board the ship.

"Henry, Henry, where the hell are you? It's our turn."

Two young Englishmen pulled their French comrades along as they prepared to board the warship.

People sat densely near the beach, braving the light rain, eating dry rations from cans. Their bodies were a little cold, so they pulled their coats up tightly to warm themselves up.

Everyone looked bewildered, unsure of what the future held.

"Americans, it's an American cargo ship, God!"

Two cargo ships bearing the American flag appeared on the sea, and many people stood up in surprise, hugging their comrades and shouting happily.

During the British delegation's visit to Washington, the United States made a decision.

Keep them in a balance so they can keep fighting and make more money. As for the deaths of more people, the US doesn't care at all.

This is a moment of recovery for the United States since the Great Depression.

It represents more jobs, more income, and more votes.

Roosevelt promised to revitalize the American economy.

December 1940, 5.

A tremendous roar echoed over Dunkirk.

The officer on the beach looked at the sky and began running around. He grabbed a soldier and yelled, "Quickly organize air defense! German planes are coming!"

The entire beach was in chaos, with many people even taking shelter under abandoned fishing boats.

The German Air Force organized its largest air raid in history.

The sky was densely packed with airplanes.

"My God!"

Thousands of planes blotted out the sky, and the clouds over Dunkirk smelled of gunpowder.

Countless bombs rained down from the sky as the planes pulled up and began to dive, their machine guns flashing deadly fire.

The ground was washed by the sunlight, raising large amounts of mud and sand.

Bang bang bang bang!

Groups of Anglo-French allied forces were cut in half.

The entire beach was stained red with blood, and entrails, skulls, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere.

From the air, the beach is covered with all sorts of bomb craters.

"Oh my god! Help them defend!"

British Royal Navy anti-aircraft guns began attacking German aircraft.

But the enemy was too numerous, and the large number of soldiers on the beach didn't have many heavy weapons. It was a killing spree.

The battle stretched from the beach to the sea.

Royal Air Force fighter jets began to take off.

The two sides engaged in a new round of fighting on the sea.

With the support of the navy, the Royal Air Force contained the first wave of attacks.

Watching the retreating German air force,

Major General Hadroth of the expeditionary force looked at the devastated beach and his heart bled. In just one hour, they had paid too high a price in blood.

"Ahhhhh!"

Countless soldiers clutched their wounds and screamed.

Damn it, we don't have that many medical resources, which is an even more serious problem.

What they need to be careful about next is the afternoon, the evening, and even tomorrow.

"Tremble, you foolish British, the Luftwaffe is no longer the same."

Göring was so excited that he was practically dancing around in his office, waving his arms as he listened to the briefing.

"Immediately organize more attacks to expand the gains."

Over the next two days, the Anglo-French forces experienced a nightmare they would never forget; even with their eyes closed, the roar of German aircraft engines would echo in their minds.

They huddled together in the tent, shivering.

"We need more ships, and we must operate at night; there are just too many of those damn planes."

December 1940, 6.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! The Anglo-French forces are evacuating from Dunkirk. Britain has launched Operation Dynamo at Sea, with a large number of civilian ships helping to rescue the trapped soldiers."

A total of 19 people were rescued this time.

"Sir, would you like to buy a newspaper? This is big news."

The newsboy looked at the gentleman in front of him, who wasn't tucking his shirt into his trousers, with a curious gaze.

Sean took a dollar coin out of his pocket and put it into the newsboy's hand.

"Thank you, sir."

Watching the other person leave happily, Sean's face beamed with a smile; he used to sell newspapers too.

Sean picked up the newspaper and looked at the news from Europe.

The Dunkirk evacuation began on the 26th and lasted for 9 days, and should end on the 4th, the day after tomorrow.

But this time, it was moved up by two days because of the United States.

Both lasted nine days, but the results were different.

The original plan was to evacuate 33.8 people, but this time only 19 were evacuated.

The casualties among the Anglo-French allied forces were incalculable.

Sean smiled faintly. His influence was indeed slowly manifesting, and history was gradually changing.

What has Sean been up to lately?

"I don't know. I haven't seen his comments for many days. Neither side has made any statements since the conflict with Italy started."

"Has Italy not started fighting yet?"

"It seems not."

"Haha, it's been half a month already, are they going to fight or not?"

Many passersby chatted as they walked.

It seems I've forgotten about Italy myself.

Sean put away the newspaper, took out the milk at the apartment door, and turned to walk into the lobby on the first floor.

"Mr. Sean."

"Greetings, Mr. Sean."

The newly arrived paratrooper relatives greeted Sean.

"Hello, are you settling in well? If you have any difficulties or needs, please let me know, and I will do my best to help you."

"thank you!"

They were filled with excitement as they watched Sean go upstairs.

"The American hero of the Empire is indeed a kind person."

"Yes, Mr. Sean is not only talented, but also has a sincere heart. I think we should let them follow Mr. Sean closely."

"Yes, let them work diligently for Lord Sean."

Standing at the corner of the stairs, listening to the paratroopers' families talking, Sean had a faint smile on his lips.

Haha.

Anyone can act, but it's not Hanni's forte, especially since she's just playing herself.

He has always had a peaceful personality, and at this moment he is playing the good guy, pinching his hand.

Sean smiled contentedly and pushed open the door to his apartment.

"Sir, the Los Angeles Police Department is requesting your assistance—no, Chief Deck is requesting your help."

Hanni saw Sean enter and stood to one side with her hands at her sides.

"What's wrong?"

"This morning, a large-scale gun battle broke out between Irish and Italians at a warehouse near the docks. The Los Angeles Police Department has intervened, but the three sides are locked in a stalemate, and many civilians have been killed or injured in the surrounding area."

Sean put down his newspaper. "Notify Heidel, everyone prepare for battle."