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Chapter 85 German Intervention, Operation Mercury, Airborne Assault in Athens

Chapter 86 German Intervention, Operation Mercury, Airborne Assault in Athens

December 1940, 7.

A week of back-and-forth between Italy and Greece had left everyone somewhat exhausted and their interest waning.

With advance support from Britain, Greece stabilized and consolidated its occupation of southern Albania, creating a stalemate with the Italian army.

Old Mo looked at the map with a hint of despair. He knew he couldn't defeat Greece. Once again, Sean was right; he couldn't win.

"Damn it." Faced with despair and humiliation, Lao Mo felt as if a millstone was constantly grinding against his heart, causing a chilling pain.

However, as an ambitious man, his rationality prevailed over his pride.

"Zenoa, connect me to Berlin."

Old Mo sighed. It was time to compromise. As long as he won, he would still gain something.

At the High Command headquarters in Berlin, the young painter was still awake late at night, excitedly waving his fist.

"Gentlemen."

boom!

The sound of everyone standing at attention echoed from the conference room.

"Begin executing the plan to attack Greece, gain access to the Aegean Sea for the Empire, and deter Türkiye."

"yes!"

Germany's war machine was running at high speed.

The German army, which had already entered Bulgaria in batches, was now ready to go.

Greece, currently seeking to vent its hatred and oppose Italy, has concentrated 15 divisions in the Albanian direction under pressure from strong public opinion, out of a total of just over twenty divisions in the entire country.

Historically, anti-Italian sentiment in Greece once again contributed to the tragedy of this war.

Early morning of May 7rd.

Field Marshal List of the German 12th Army quietly gazed at the distant border between Bulgaria and Greece.

He gently raised his hand and said, "Notify the Bulgarian army to cooperate in the attack on Thrace."

"yes!"

5:05 AM.

A large number of German Air Force fighter jets, in coordination with bombing raids, appeared densely over Greece.

The air currents in the sky were trembling.

The Greeks, just awake in the morning, stared with their mouths agape at the dim sky as a large number of planes roared past.

My God.

Intense artillery fire could be heard from the border.

Greek border troops had just gotten up when a shell landed around the camp.

Boom! The shockwave from the bomb sent three guards on duty flying into the air.

"Have the Bulgarians gone mad?"

A cacophony of shouts and curses echoed through the camp.

Many soldiers desperately tried to put on their clothes.

The rapid deployment force of the 1st Adolf Motorized Brigade appeared in a Greek town.

A large number of German soldiers wearing steel helmets jumped off Opel trucks and raised their Mauser rifles.

Behind them was an RSO tracked tractor pulling a towed artillery piece.

To adapt to the roads in Greece and Albania, the 12th Army even equipped itself with a large number of Mercedes-Benz L4500 half-track trucks.

Germany's current military industrial capabilities have brought mobility to its extreme.

"Damn it, it's the Germans, the Germans attacked us."

The captain of the Greek border guard shouted.

In the dim light, a German sniper carrying a large box and a Mauser rifle equipped with a huge oval sight smiled eerily.

In the early morning when visible light was extremely low, he quietly watched the Greek captain not far away.

Through the scope, a grayish-white figure was shouting.

boom!

A bullet was fired instantly, flashing in the dim night sky.

The bullet cut through the airflow and instantly struck the captain's neck. The bullet pierced the skin, tore through the muscle, and sprayed blood. The bullet shattered the captain's cervical vertebrae and exited from one side.

The captain's head tilted to one side, his body swayed to one side, and he remained frozen for less than a second.

puff.

Blood splattered on the faces of the surrounding soldiers.

All the Greek soldiers were dumbfounded.

Where did the bullet come from in this pitch-black environment?

boom!

The second bullet pierced a soldier's left chest.

The two fell to the ground one after the other.

This is no coincidence.

Can the Germans shoot accurately in the dark?

That's impossible.

All the soldiers present were terrified.

"Get down, get down!"

The lieutenant shouted and waved at the soldiers who were still in a daze.

"Would lying down help? I can see it clearly."

The German sniper smiled dismissively.

Adjust the muzzle again, bang!

The bullet spun in mid-air and pierced the lieutenant's forehead.

His entire skull was blown off, and his brains were scattered all over the ground.

"Damn it, this can't be!"

boom!

Another bullet.

Now the Greek soldiers knew that the German sniper could indeed see them in the dark.

"Aaaaaah!"

Overwhelmed by extreme panic, the Greek border guards scrambled to their feet and ran.

The sniper watched as the enemy ran into the barracks, carrying the bulky vampire night vision goggles on their backs as they retreated to the rear. These were newly developed experimental models.

"Aside from being too heavy, it seems pretty good." The sniper looked at the scope in his hand. "It's just that the scope is too heavy, making it very inconvenient to shoot steadily."

He complained as the infantry company around him crouched low and ran to the vicinity.

"Leave it to us."

"I've already taken out their commander."

The infantry captain gave the sniper a thumbs up. "Now it's just a matter of taking care of a bunch of headless flies. Easy."

Sporadic gunshots could be heard from the town.

A resident peeked out from behind his door and saw a group of Germans and Bulgarians appear on the street.

They marched in neat rows, rifles slung over their shoulders.

Three-wheeled motorcycles with trailers occasionally pass by.

"Oh my god, are we under attack?"

The husband forcefully covered his wife's mouth, "Shh, don't speak, we're finished, the Germans are attacking."

A Mercedes-Benz 170V convertible military vehicle was parked on the side of the road, with a high-ranking general inside.

Marshal Lister looked at the troops, opened the map, and quietly faced the major general of the 1st Motorized Brigade.

"I'll give you a week, just one week. I want you to take down Mai Tso Wong."

"Yes."

"I have high hopes for you, and I've even given you the best equipment."

"Yes, the First Motorized Brigade will certainly live up to the Empire's expectations."

Marshal List shook his head as he watched the major general lead his troops away.

"These foolish Italians are struggling even against Greece; it's a tragedy for the Empire. Lord Sean is right; we are protecting them now, and have even deployed an entire army group."

"Their navy is quite good."

"That's its only advantage."

Marshal Lister continued to shake his head.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! Germany and Bulgaria launch surprise attack on Thrace, Greece."

Just like Germany's blitzkrieg against Poland, after a period of silence, the peace that Sean talked about did not materialize; instead, the scale of the conflict seemed to be growing larger.

[Germany, in alliance with Bulgaria, has launched a military intervention in Greece, raising concerns about the potential loss of Thrace.]

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

London, England.

Churchill heard this devastating news as soon as he got up.

"Damn Germans, we're not ready yet. How's the transport of General Wilson's troops going?"

"Some have arrived and are currently mainly in the Ionian Islands, cooperating with the Greek Navy in operations. Others are undergoing repairs in Athens. It is expected that it will take some time to complete the delivery."

Are Australian and New Zealand troops still training?

"Yes."

"Damn it, the Germans came too fast."

Churchill said dejectedly, unaware that after Sean said Italy was no good, Manstein, out of concern, had already made arrangements for action, and they acted even faster than the British.

"Order the Royal Navy to secure the supply lines while cooperating with the Greek Navy in combat."

"Yes."

The Americans, far across the Atlantic, reacted in a completely different way than the British.

"Haha, they've started fighting."

"Really?"

"Yes, Germany and Bulgaria joined Italy, and Britain launched an expedition to Greece."

"marvelous!"

Yes, that's great, that's the American reaction; they treat the European war as pure entertainment.

"I wonder what Sean Wayne will say this time?" Everyone was waiting to see.

Sean had just gotten up and was sitting at home when a table full of people sat around the dining table.

Jason bought the dumplings that Sean liked.

O'Connor grinned mischievously as he carried a pot filled with Sean's favorite soy milk.

Looking at the two grinning faces, Sean smiled wryly, "So, you're just here to invite me to breakfast?"

Jason used a fork to place the dumpling into Sean's bowl.

"We just want to know what will happen next?"

O'Connor chuckled and handed over paper and pen. "Write after you finish eating, it's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

Damn, you're really not being polite.

Sean looked at the dumplings, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and skillfully picked them up.

"My goodness, you can't even use chopsticks?"

Jason and O'Connor were shocked.

"What's wrong with me knowing how to use chopsticks?" Is there some kind of mental disorder in my brain?

The two were taken aback by this question. What's wrong? What do you think is wrong?

You actually learned Eastern eating habits?

Watching Sean slowly finish his meal, the two of them sat on the side feeling as if they had nails stuck in their butts, unable to sit still.

"Okay, I'm finished eating."

Sean pushed the dishes aside and wrote comments on the table.

The two men instantly stood up from their chairs, standing on either side of Sean and looking down at him.

"You think Germany will win the war after it enters the war? Didn't you say before that Greece would defeat Italy?" O'Connor said excitedly. You've contradicted yourself! That's great! This kind of reversal is bound to cause a stir.

"My God, could Germany be launching an unprecedented airborne operation?"

Jason frowned in surprise as well.

Yes, Sean didn't know the specific details either, but it was inevitable that Germany would win. After all, it was mainly a land war, and the British Expeditionary Force plus Greece was no match for Italy, Germany, and Bulgaria combined.

However, history has deviated, and Sean cannot be certain whether Germany will, as in history, launch the Battle of Crete, which is known as the German airborne invasion and subsequent defeat.

The outcome of the Battle of Crete was unpredictable.

Because the historical German airborne deaths occurred after 1941, after the Battle of Britain, specifically after the famous Coventry Affair, in which Alan Turing's British team cracked the German Enigma code.

This resulted in the British having complete knowledge of the operational plans of the German Air Force, Army, and even Navy.

Under such circumstances, the Battle of Crete became the graveyard of the German airborne troops.

It is now early July 1940, and the Coventry incident will occur at the end of November this year.

The Italians' endearing naiveté brings with it unpredictable traits.

Britain currently lacks the capability to decipher German operational codes.

That's right, Sean's comments this time were based on guesswork; for the first time, he lost control of the inertia of history.

"Haha." O'Connor didn't seem to care; what he wanted was for everyone's curiosity.

December 1940, 7.

[Germany will win the Greek war, and may even launch an unprecedented airborne operation.]

Signed Sean Wayne.

This commentary shocked the whole of Europe.

"Sean Wern has commented again: Will Germany win?"

"Yes, that's what he said. Good heavens, who will stop Germany?"

London, England.

Churchill glanced at the news reprinted in the Times that morning, then slammed his fist on the table. "That damned Sean Wayne! He's inconsistent in his words and actions! Didn't he say Greece would win?"

Because of Sean's prediction, we've been actively preparing our expeditionary force and have sent a portion of it over there. Now you're saying Greece will lose?

Churchill almost swore.

"The cancer of war, this cancer of war!" Churchill cursed fiercely, because of this bastard, the British Allies intervened prematurely, and the scale of the war became unprecedented.

The battlefield went from having fewer than one million people on both sides at the start to exceeding one million.

The Times harshly criticized Sean Wayne's indecisiveness.

Sean Wayne's views keep changing and he has no bottom line.

European media responded angrily to Sean Wiehn.

The German newspaper Observer vehemently criticized The Times.

[Sean's understanding of war is unparalleled; the ridiculously insecure British.]

The entire Western world is talking about it; the battlefield has shifted from Greece to a war of public opinion.

"Hey Sean, the Europeans are criticizing you again for having no moral compass."

The sales clerk at Abbotson's Grocery Store said with a smile.

Sean, clutching a pile of canned goods, scoffed, "Is this what you call having no bottom line? I was just commenting on the outcome of the battle; it was a prediction. Where's the bottom line?"

"They think your predictions keep changing."

"Haha." Sean's face was full of sarcasm. "The battlefield is ever-changing; how can the outcome be predetermined? Is this the arrogance of the British? Do you think their ridiculous pride will scorn you for telling the truth?"

"Look," the sales clerk said, pulling out the New York Times, the media outlet that had been at odds with Sean, speaking out once again.

Churchill: Britain will not fail this time. The Allies will surely win. We have already dispatched an expeditionary force. If Germany launches an airborne invasion, Greece will become the graveyard of German paratroopers.

Yes, Churchill was declaring to the world, "We are ready."

The Allies need a hard-won victory.

Airborne?

That's deep in the Greek heartland. Greece also has six divisions, plus two British infantry divisions, and they're airborne.

We had long studied the German air force tactics, and this airfield was an impregnable fortress.

If the airport cannot be captured, subsequent airborne troops will be unable to land, and Greek airspace will become a meat grinder for the Germans.

"They're so confident."

"Are you wrong?"

Sean looked at the sales clerk with certainty, "I can't be wrong."

The sales clerk smiled unconsciously, and that smile filled Sean with discomfort.

Still nobody believes it? They just see themselves as entertainment.

Let's look forward to the current German Air Force, a behemoth that was not brought down by the Battle of Britain, about to bare its fangs.

Early morning of September 7, 1940.

Adolf's First Motorized Brigade advanced rapidly through the heart of Greece, approaching the direction of Mytsov.

At the German High Command, Manstein kept shaking his head.

"Lord Sean really knows everything; he even knew we would be parachuting in."

"The ridiculous English are still full of confidence," Rommel said with a smile.

All the army generals looked at Göring.

Göring grinned, laughed wildly, and waved his hand.

"Execute Operation Mercury. Target: Athens!"

Unlike in the past, the German Air Force did not parachute into the Ionian Islands this time in Athens, choosing instead the Greek capital.

4:35 am.

A large group of German planes appeared over Greece and flew toward the Aegean Sea.

With few aircraft, the Greek Air Force was unable to rely on limited ground-based air defenses.

The Royal Air Force is currently too far away to provide immediate assistance; they also need to coordinate with the Navy in operations in the Mediterranean.

Hundreds of planes created a deafening roar.

The guards at Athens airport were constantly running around.

"German planes, it's German planes! Quick, organize air defense!"

"They're trying to use their old tactics to seize the airport again, but this time they won't succeed."

The Greek and British expeditionary forces immediately moved into air defense positions.

Flames shot out around the airport, and the sky was filled with countless points of light.

Countless umbrellas appeared in the darkness.

"My God, how many paratroopers did they send?"

Major General Wilson looked at the sky, speechless with astonishment.

This involves at least a thousand people, far exceeding the numbers in Poland, Belgium, and Norway.

"Damn it. No, their target isn't the airport; we've been tricked!"

The parasols in the sky didn't drift towards the airport, but instead appeared around Athens.

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