WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

28. Something's not right with this airborne assault.

Sean was just about to say something.

The priest in the distance immediately waved his newspaper, shouting as he ran.

"Father, big news, big news."

Last night, the German fleet approached Norwegian waters and was struck by a mine as it neared Oslo, the Norwegian capital.

A German torpedo boat was sunk and the light cruiser Emden was damaged.

It was then attacked by Norwegian Oslo coastal defense guns and torpedoes.

The German fleet flagship, the heavy cruiser Blücher, was hit by a shell, caught fire, and exploded, resulting in the deaths of all 1600 crew members in the Nordic waters.

Commander-in-Chief Rear Admiral Oscar was captured, and the German fleet suffered heavy losses and was forced to retreat.

The priest shouted excitedly.

Even looking at Sean.

Sean didn't understand, "Why are you looking at me so excitedly?"

"Sean, you're wrong this time, haha. The German Navy has been severely damaged by mines and has already withdrawn. Norway is on alert, and the Royal Navy has already provided support to the Oslo area."

You're wrong, terribly wrong, hahaha.

So you guys are now having fun finding fault with me?

Sean looked at the excited priest with a sense of sullenness. It turned out that God's servants were also trolls, no, they were the typical ones who couldn't stand seeing others do well and would become sarcastic and cynical over the slightest thing.

Yes, Germany did indeed encounter trouble in the historical Battle of Norway.

However, note that Norway was originally conquered by the German air force, not by the navy and army.

The biggest highlight of this campaign was the air force.

The navy's defeat could not fundamentally change the course of the war.

But Sean couldn't explain it.

"Sean, take my advice." The priest smiled, as if to say, "See, you were wrong. No one is perfect."

As a critic or expert, you'll be laughed at if you're wildly wrong.

Newspapers have a memory.

Why do I feel so frustrated?

Sean knew he was right; this was only the beginning.

Why are you all so excited?

Just because you defeated me?

I wasn't siding with San Dezi; I was merely predicting the outcome.

"Sean, even experts make mistakes." The priest laughed heartily.

Damn.

Are you smiling so happily?

Okay, we'll see.

I will show you the difference between the experts and me, because I am God outside the battlefield.

"Sean, tell me, how can we win now?"

I can't be bothered with you guys.

Sean was seething with anger.

It's the talk of the town in Los Angeles.

Jeffrey in New York laughed as he held the newspaper. "Sean is wrong, very wrong. God won't always be on his side."

Look at today's Los Angeles Times, what did he say?

Beheading? Heh heh heh.

"The navy hasn't even landed yet, they can't even get close, how can they carry out a decapitation strike?"

"Haha, Sean Wayne is wrong." Fat Bishop from the Port of Los Angeles waved his newspaper excitedly. "Look at his comments, decapitation strike, air assault, hahaha."

The navy has failed. What can a few hundred paratroopers do? Norway has six divisions.

"Sean's prediction was inaccurate this time."

"Yes, I'm just an amateur, not a soldier, much less a military strategist, so how could I possibly be right all the time?"

"Your good luck has run out."

Countless people are talking about it.

Jason stared in disbelief, newspaper in hand. "Sean was wrong?"

The Los Angeles Times was filled with gloom.

"O'Connor, Sean was wrong this time," the assistant said regretfully.

"I know, damn it," O'Connor thought to himself. Poland is so accurate, how could Denmark and Norway be wrong? The Los Angeles Times has made a fool of itself this time.

Paris.

Countless people were laughing.

In London, the Royal Navy scoffed at Sean.

It seems as if he is the enemy of the whole world.

What did I do wrong? When I wasn't famous, you didn't believe me, but now that I'm famous, you're all hoping I'll make a mistake. Is this just the worst aspect of human nature?

Dejected, Sean took Marilyn back to Los Angeles and went to Abbotsson Grocery Store. As soon as they entered, the sales clerk greeted them with a smile.

"Sean, you were wrong this time. Anything you want to say?"

I'm here to shop, not to listen to your jokes.

Sean turned away dejectedly and went back to his apartment, where he could even hear the mocking laughter from upstairs and downstairs.

"He was wrong this time, terribly wrong."

"Ha ha."

What terrible things have I done? Why is everyone targeting me?

Sean lay dejectedly on the sofa.

Marilyn sat down next to Sean and reached out to touch his forehead.

"So what if you made a mistake? I'll make you your favorite beef and potato soup."

It's always my own little darling who knows how to take care of me.

"Just wait and see, I'm not wrong, I can't be wrong at all," Sean said in a low voice.

Hahahahaha!

Göring laughed loudly in the Supreme Command bathroom.

Those navy guys failed, and they thought they could gloat in front of me.

Göring pursed his lips, suppressing a laugh; he was gloating.

The great era of the first class has arrived.

Now is the time for the empire's true heroes to emerge.

To rescue those who have failed in their time of crisis.

The air force is the pillar of the empire.

Goring composed himself, stepped out of the toilet stall, faced the mirror in the corridor, straightened his uniform, adjusted his collar, and raised his chin.

He squinted at himself in the mirror and smiled slightly; it was clear he was in a very good mood.

The atmosphere at headquarters was somewhat subdued in the morning.

The navy did indeed suffer a great loss.

That was a brand-new flagship phone, and it's gone already?

Those 1600 naval personnel are a treasure; do you know how long it takes to train one sailor?

The speaker looked at everyone with a somber expression.

What was initially thought to be a great start turned out to be a bloodbath.

"What do we do now? I've become a laughing stock," the mustache said angrily.

"Your Excellency, please rest assured that the Air Force will live up to expectations."

Five companies of paratroopers are ready and can take off at any time. We will airdrop into Oslo. According to Sean's comments, this is an airborne assault. We will carry out a decapitation strike. Yes, decapitation—what an apt term.

Goring said excitedly in a loud voice.

The speaker turned his gaze over, and Goring's face flushed slightly.

Are you sure?

"Yes, Your Excellency. The unit that carried out this operation was the Wayne Assault Division, a rapid reaction force established in the direction of Sean Wayne, the father of the airborne division."

We were equipped with four-wheeled light armored vehicles and six experimental six-wheeled infantry vehicles, each equipped with a 20mm cannon.

The paratroopers are all elites. They will parachute into Oslo, seize the airport, and use it as a base to take Oslo. Other air force paratrooper units, bombers, fighter jets, and transport planes are ready.

Once the airport is captured, the air force will be able to continuously arrive in Oslo.

Meanwhile, the vanguard Wayne Assault Division will capture members of the royal family, and the war will end in the blink of an eye.

We will surely win, and it will be a glorious victory.

"Sean Wayne is a tactical genius, I agree with your actions."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Göring smiled smugly; the era of the first class had arrived.

Sean made a fool of himself.

Everyone was mocking them, even suggesting beheading.

The sky suddenly darkened.

A tremendous roar came from afar.

Thousands of planes blotted out the sky as they sped past on the horizon.

"Damn it!"

The Oslo coastal defense officers were wide-eyed with surprise.

Even the royal family could see a vast expanse of countless white umbrellas in the sky.

At noon on April 9, 1940, the German Luftwaffe launched an airborne assault on Oslo, the capital of Norway. The first paratrooper assault division appeared out of nowhere: the rapid reaction force.

History has taken a slight detour.