novelAbuy Chapter 120: Operation Slavic False Flag - Blitzkrieg against Tehran, International Support for the
Chapter 120: Operation Slavic False Flag - Blitzkrieg against Tehran, International Support for the
Chapter 120: Operation Slavic False Flag - Blitzkrieg in Tehran, International Support for San-Dezi's Voluntary Participation
Europeans were astonished, and Americans were equally astonished; the streets and alleys were filled with the hawking of various newspapers and discussions.
"Sean Wayne was right, Free France will be defeated by Vichy France."
"Yes, he predicted that the Middle East would win."
"Britain is currently bogged down in the Egyptian war and has no spare troops. Look, they couldn't even suppress Iraq, and now Iran has become independent."
"Britain is in a mess, and Sean should be right again. Good heavens, I've never seen a commentator or expert be right every time."
"Haha, British and Italian experts often make predictions that are 100% wrong."
"But now that the north has sent troops, will anything change?"
"I don't know. Three hundred thousand people, that's no small number. It feels like something big is about to happen."
Many people are speculating and marveling at Sean's god-like predictive abilities.
The coffee shop on the first floor of the hotel.
A thin, middle-aged man was looking at a newspaper.
A man with a crew cut and a square face was sitting opposite him.
The man sipped coffee and ate an exquisite cream cake. "Capitalist life is indeed decadent."
Montgomery put down his newspaper, looked across at the other side, and seemed somewhat resentful. "I treated you to this meal, Zhukov, and you didn't pay a cent."
"Thank you for the invitation. The cake looks nice, would you like some?"
Montgomery shook his head. "Sean Wayne is a terrible guy. He predicted that Free France would be poorly commanded and poorly coordinated. According to my information, George of Free France is playing terribly."
"Their thinking is still very outdated. After Sean Wayne's air-ground integration theory came out, I also studied it, and it did have a great impact on the way the last war was fought."
It's almost an overwhelming force, so countries are vigorously promoting the development of airborne troops, air forces, bombers, and mechanized ground forces.
Unfortunately, it was the Germans who were leading the way.
Montgomery, one of Britain's most famous generals, shook his head in regret.
"Yes, Germany is also the country with the most combat experience, and they have developed a relatively mature air-ground coordination capability."
After finishing his cake and wiping his mouth, Zhukov asked, "What are you worried about? That Britain will lose the Middle East?"
"I'm not worried. Since you've mobilized troops, it shouldn't be to show off your strength."
Zhukov picked up the newspaper and pointed to the news on it, "Look carefully, I don't know anything."
[Northern Region: To prevent the war from spilling over and to protect the territory, troops from the Caucasus Military District have been deployed to Azerbaijan to conduct a week of military training and tactical exercises to defend against the spread of the battlefield.]
"Preventing the spillover of war? Tactical drills? You think I'd believe your nonsense?" Montgomery sneered. You actually believe what you say?
"Don't ask me, I don't know anything. I'm here to attend the seminar."
"I heard that Japan also participated, with Isoroku Takano and Tomoyuki Yamashita attending."
"I have no dealings with them, but you are. This time, the German delegation is enormous, with Rommel, Hausser, Dönitz, and Dietrichhofen, representing the army, navy, and air force, and even the SS Reichsführer."
Zhukov showed no mercy; if you pick a fight with me, I won't tolerate it.
Montgomery wasn't angry. "Isn't it rare to meet an opponent outside the battlefield?"
"I'd like to meet Sean Wayne and see if he's as legendary as he seems, never making a mistake."
"Me too."
They both laughed at the same time.
As they were drinking coffee, the group walked out of the hotel.
Sean planned to go to the War Department to sign a contract, but Henry Ford insisted on coming along.
"Why are you coming with me? You don't have a contract to sign."
"That's so hurtful, you bastard!" Henry Ford yelled, showing none of the composure expected of a mature man and a big boss.
But Sean also knew that the other person considered him a friend and would only be so relaxed in front of him.
How large is the order?
"Twenty-five million US dollars."
"What? Say that again? The order for training soldiers is worth twenty-five million?"
Henry Ford was in an uproar; how many cars would that be?
"Yes, the training cost was twenty-five million US dollars."
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Sometimes I'm so jealous I want to kill you.
The two stood on the street waiting for a car, talking as they went.
"Mr. Sean, I'm a reporter from The Washington Post. Are you confident that there won't be any mistakes this time?"
"Why do you ask that?" With the sudden appearance of the reporter, Heidel and his group became nervous.
Sean didn't care. This was Washington, and this seminar was hosted by the United States. Anyone who dared to cause trouble would be pushing the United States to the side of the enemy.
Americans pursue isolationism, but will never tolerate attacks on their own soil.
"The deployment of troops in Azerbaijan to the north is different from your prediction. What are your thoughts on this change?"
"no."
"What would you do if your prediction failed?"
"I will not fail."
Wow, the reporters quickly jotted down every word Sean said.
"Sorry, I have something else to do. Can we do the interview another time?"
Hanni pulled out a wad of cash and bought the reporters drinks, immediately winning the favor of the herd of cattle and horses.
"Mr. Sean is a really nice person."
"Yes."
After the reporters dispersed, two Asian men in plain clothes appeared in front of Sean. One of them was an acquaintance of Sean's, Isoroku Takano.
Two pairs of eyes were also watching him.
"That's Sean Wayne?" Zhukov exclaimed. "He's so young. I can't imagine how such a young guy could come up with air-ground integration and special operations. Is he a dreamer?"
Montgomery looked at Sean, a household name in Britain but disliked by many, and didn't know what to say.
"He was so young, he had never been in the military, I couldn't even imagine that he had designed weapons. In my eyes, he was a monster."
"Yes, a monster."
"Hello Mr. Sean, I am Tomoyuki Yamashita."
At the foot of the mountain?
Sean's smile vanished, and as he looked at the other person's outstretched hand, he gently shook it.
"Your Excellency, I am honored that your name is known throughout Asia."
Yamashita Tomoyuki smiled; he hadn't expected Sean to be so approachable.
But the next second, his expression froze on his face.
Sean withdrew his hand, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, gently wiped his right hand that had shaken hands with Yamashita Tomoyuki, and then handed the handkerchief to Hanni with a look of disgust.
Hanni walked to the trash can with her handkerchief and threw it in with disgust.
Yamashita Tomoyuki's face turned green.
Does this mean I'm dirty?
Yes, it's filthy, I find it disgusting.
Before the other party could react, Sean took a step forward and came to the car door.
"Mr. Sean." Yamashita's tone turned cold, but before he could finish speaking, bang!
A tremendous force knocked him down.
The moment I looked up, I saw Heidel with a smile on his face.
"Sorry, I didn't see you." The meaning is clear: you're too short.
"Well done," Sean said with a smile as he got into the car.
Although Takano Isoroku, who was standing to the side, had a serious expression, he was secretly overjoyed. Mr. Sean did a great job.
The army's idiots got their comeuppance.
"Baka!"
A low curse came from the foot of the mountain.
The paratroopers around him immediately put their hands on their lower backs and turned to look at him.
They won't give face to their so-called allies.
"Sorry, he was complaining that the concrete ground in America is hard." Takano immediately stood between the paratroopers and the people below the mountain and explained with a smile.
Sean just smiled and said, "See you later."
"It is my honor, Mr. Sean."
Takano Isoroku bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle to express his apology.
Watching the car drive away, Yamashita Tomoyuki stood up with a gloomy expression. "He bumped into me and was even rude to me first. Why should you apologize?"
"Baka, Yamashita, have you forgotten His Majesty the Emperor's warning? You must show humility like a dog."
Damn it, Yamashita Tomoyuki's entire face turned red, and the veins on his temples bulged; he was holding it in with great discomfort.
"Humble yourself like a dog."
"Hi!" Yamashita Tomoyuki responded loudly.
"You dislike Japanese people?"
"Yes."
Henry Ford suddenly became curious. "Why?"
"No reason."
With Henry Ford looking on with envy, Sean signed the contract and walked out of the War Department.
The signing went incredibly smoothly; they went in and quickly wrote their names down.
That netted them twenty-five million, making Henry Ford incredibly jealous.
At the War Department, Sean felt right at home.
Eisenhower, Matthew Ridgway, and even Marshall were all very kind, treating him like family, and invited him to dinner one by one.
Their treatment is completely different from that of other companies.
"Where are we going now?"
"The National Zoo, I didn't have time to visit it last time because I was in a rush."
Henry Ford shook his head, moving it up and down repeatedly, his gaze sweeping back and forth over Sean.
"If you go to the zoo by yourself without bringing your daughter this time, you'll get scolded when you get home."
"None of your business. Are you going or not? If not, I'll go myself."
"I also need to visit some important figures in Congress."
"I'll go by myself, Hanni, get in the car."
As the car drove away, Henry Ford suddenly smiled, loosened his tie, and said, "I made the right friend. Ford Motor Company will do even better. I have a very capable friend."
Sitting in the car, Sean calmly looked out the window. To be honest, he hadn't expected to run into Yamashita Tomoyuki. If he had the chance, he would have loved to have Hyde kill that bastard.
Of course, many things were unexpected, such as the actions taken by the North.
Looking at the news in the newspapers, we need to prevent the war from spilling over and conduct tactical training.
Sean chuckled; it was the same old fake flag operation.
Do you think I don't know what kind of people the Russians are?
"Sir, what are you laughing at?"
"Do you really believe the North's explanation about preventing the spillover of war?"
Hannie sat down next to Sean, looking at her all-knowing boss, and seemed to understand something. "I don't believe it."
"Yes, I assert that if Britain and the North reach an agreement to jointly invade Iran, coupled with a non-aggression pact, Germany will not easily intervene and break the agreement, as that would tie up its resources."
Yes, Hanni understood what Sean meant; Britain had played a very insidious game.
They opened the door and let in a hungry wolf.
"If Germany cannot send troops, Iran's independence will be a pipe dream, and they will be partitioned by Britain and the North, just like Poland. What should we do?"
This seems to be an unsolvable problem.
Without sending troops, the early efforts would have been a complete failure. Faced with the overwhelming power of Britain and the North, the Middle East would return to peace, Germany would be kicked out of the Middle East, and lose its oil supply.
If troops are sent, the treaty will be torn up, the North will declare war on Germany, and oil and food supplies will be cut off.
这是无解的.
"The North might use training or military drills as a pretext to launch a surprise attack on Iran, but we can prepare in advance to deal with it."
Hanni shook her head. Although she believed in Sean, she was too desperate about the disparity in strength between Iran and the North. "No, even if Iran prepares in advance, it can't withstand an attack from the North."
"Lay minefields to restrict the advance of mechanized forces, defend airfields, and strangle paratroopers."
"I can't do that. I can't trust the Iranian army, sir. Under what circumstances can we send troops to help others without exposing ourselves?"
"Haha, it's simple, they're volunteers! They participate for personal reasons, it has nothing to do with our country."
A single, seemingly casual remark struck like a bolt from the blue, leaving Hanniray utterly stunned.
"How dare they do this to me?" The quiet female secretary swore for the first time.
Sean just smiled at her. "Why not? Personal will does not represent the views of our country. We still adhere to the principle of third-party non-interference and do not interfere in the affairs of other countries."
Hahahahahaha!
Hannie burst out laughing and gave Sean a quick kiss. "Sir, you're a genius, a true genius."
Sean vigorously wiped the lipstick stain off his face. "So what? You're just not used to it."
Berlin, Germany.
The Supreme Command was not elated by the battle reports of the past few days.
Their faces were gloomy.
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.
"These damned things, I will attack them, I will defeat them. If I can't, Germany will go back to the way it was before. I remember that year, I went to buy bread, and one loaf cost 500,000 marks. Every family in Germany was suffering."
The art student shouted angrily, waving his fists to vent his dissatisfaction.
"Your Excellency, we are not prepared."
William Carraris was very averse to many of the young painter's orders and ideas, and was particularly worried about the attack on the North.
Germany's population was insufficient to support a large-scale battle, and logistics would be a nightmare for everyone.
"What did you say? Do you want to watch all our efforts turn to dust?"
The plan devised by the Supreme Command was to disrupt the Middle East and support the independence of the Arab world. No occupation was needed; only resources and trade were required. This would allow them to concentrate their superior forces to attack Britain and North Africa.
But now, with the sudden move from the North, all plans have been disrupted, and there is even a risk of failure.
"We cannot send troops at the moment." Manstein and Guderian's army believed that now was not the time, and that with limited resources, coupled with the irregular bombing by Britain, Germany would not be able to withstand it.
"The intelligence agency has information that this is unlikely to be a training exercise; there's a high probability that the north will attack Iran," William Carraris said, relaying intelligence.
Burke frowned as he stood in front of the map, examining it closely.
If the north invades, Iran, Iraq, and even the hard-won Syria and Lebanon will be lost, and Italy will be caught in the middle of the British army.
If the Italians fail, it will be devastating for Germany as well.
"The biggest problem is that we can't openly send troops out, because the North will use that as an excuse to cut off our resource supply."
Bock's words were met with unanimous agreement.
"Am I just going to watch this fail? I can't accept it." The young painter was very upset.
Spit was spraying out.
"Report!"
Himm watched the soldier enter, walked up to him, took the telegram, and a smug smile appeared on his bespectacled face.
He truly deserves to be called a prophet.
"Ladies and gentlemen, that mysterious gentleman has told an interesting story."
Himm's words immediately captivated everyone.
Sean Wayne? Everyone listened quietly.
"Your Excellency said that if you want to help a friend without being able to expose yourself, you can do so voluntarily, according to your personal will, and it has nothing to do with us."
A large number of Germans will volunteer to go to Iran to help it gain independence.
We have repeatedly emphasized our support for Iranian independence, but as a neutral party, we will not interfere in Iran's internal affairs.
voluntary?
Manstein burst into laughter. "Genius!"
"Sean Wayne, a true genius."
Bock waved his arms excitedly. "Order Reinhardt's armored corps to retire en masse, and we will donate an entire corps' worth of armored weapons to Iran."
The first batch of volunteers from the 2nd Armored Division and Adolf Mechanized Brigade under the 12th Army will immediately go to Iran.
Large numbers of German volunteers will join the Iranian Royal Guard to help Iran drive out the British and support independence.
Donate weapons to an army?
So, another army volunteer is coming, right? We have the weapons, and we have the people to operate them.
Goring smiled as well, "Yes, let's do it that way. The Air Force will donate some planes, just like Iraq did."
On the night of the 13th of 1940, large numbers of German soldiers in Greece, carrying M35 assault rifles, boarded transport planes painted as Iranian.
Large numbers of ground advance troops began to appear at Tehran airport.
Anti-tank mines, assault rifle ammunition, Panzerfaust anti-tank weapons, and even a considerable amount of air defense equipment were transported to Tehran ahead of time.
With Germany's covert intervention, the Iranian royal family breathed a sigh of relief.
Undercurrents are swirling in the Middle East.
In Washington, D.C., NBC radio is broadcasting a program with a war perspective.
The host sat at the table with a smile on his face.
"Welcome to War Perspective. Today we have invited Mr. Eiichiro Volcano, a well-known commentator from Japan."
"Hello everyone, I am Eiichiro Volcano."
"Mr. Eiichiro, as a Japanese nation that has fought against the North, how do you assess their military strength?"
"The North possesses a vast territory, a large population base, and numerous mechanized troops, including tanks, airplanes, and artillery. In Sean Wayne's words, the steel torrent is like an invincible beast, and nothing can stop their advance."
"It seems that Mr. Eiichiro has a very high opinion of the North."
"Yes."
"As a northern region that defeated Japan, won't your assessment cause resentment?"
The host clearly didn't want to stir things up and deliberately provoked Eiichiro.
"Our Yamato people are a nation that worships the strong, and I am well aware of the strength of the North."
"But you are the enemy."
"This does not diminish my admiration for the North. Respecting the strong and learning from the strong is the secret to Japan's success."
The NBC staff stared at the Japanese commentator, wondering if he was serious.
"We all know that troops are stationed on the Iranian border in the north. What would happen if war broke out?"
Eiichiro Volcano grinned, revealing a mouthful of smoky yellow teeth.
"They will take over Tehran in two hours, just like Germany, and be swallowed up by a steel torrent. I don't know what Iran can do to stop them."
"Take Tehran in two hours? My God, you mean they'll become famous overnight?"
"Yes."
"So you're saying you're certain the North will invade Iran?"
"Probably not. This is a strategic pressure. The North's purpose is to warn Germany that it is pressing in with troops to gain leverage in negotiations, to keep Iran neutral, or even to cut off ties with Germany."
To stabilize the deteriorating situation in the Middle East.
"What you say makes a lot of sense."
Sean sat in front of the television, watching. "Who is Eiichiro?"
Henry Ford ate a melon and stammered, "A professor at the Japanese Army War College, a well-known military strategist, commentator, and sociologist in Tokyo, and a classmate of Kanji Ishihara."
"oh."
"What's wrong?" Henry Ford swallowed the melon. "He makes a lot of sense. The North won't easily start a war; after all, their enemy is the whole world."
"No, war will break out. This Eiichiro is full of nonsense; not a single word of his will come true."
"No way."
Sean turned around, amused. "You actually believe him?"
"Of course not. No expert in the world is as accurate as you. Their predictions are even more unreliable than weather forecasts. None of them are accurate."
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