6. Shocking Prophecies
6. Shocking Prophecies
He lost his job and his income, but Sean wasn't too desperate.
A person won't die from being filled with urine, right?
This is my opportunity.
Sean pulled at his dusty clothes and looked into the lobby of the Los Angeles Times.
The people inside were dressed in clean, fashionable clothes.
The women wore beautiful dresses, and most of the men wore sharp suits; those who weren't quite so were dressed in clean, well-fitting cotton short-sleeved shirts.
Looking at myself, I feel like I'm from another world.
Oh God!
Time travel isn't fun; he's like a beggar now.
Sean took a deep breath and stepped into the Los Angeles Times building.
The short-haired girl at the front desk put away her makeup mirror.
In this era, short hair, especially short curly hair, is more popular among women.
Upon seeing Sean for the first time, the girl put down her work, assuming he was just there to use the restroom.
After all, there aren't many public toilets these days.
"The restroom is on the left side of the lobby on the first floor; walk inside."
Thank you, young lady. My kidneys are strong enough to hold it in.
"Could I borrow a pen and a piece of paper?"
Borrow a pen?
The girl paused for a couple of seconds, as this was a rare request. After a couple of seconds, she still generously took out a pen and paper and handed them to the other person.
"Thank you, you're an angel."
Wow, the girl had a shy expression on her face.
After all, the United States today has not yet experienced the decadent and liberal atmosphere of the 1970s.
Even the most arrogant Czech Republic in Europe didn't awaken to this X until after the war.
Sean's line, "You're an angel," was such blatant flirting, it filled the girl's heart with sweetness. Damn sweetheart, how can you be so good with words?
Sean picked up a pen and began to write.
The receptionist curiously peered over to watch.
I said before that Germany would attack Poland.
I predict that this war will overturn everyone's understanding and even completely reverse the course of the war, leading to a reshuffling of the landscape in Europe.
Poland will collapse within a week.
The Polish army was poorly equipped, had a mixed system, and even retained a number of cavalry.
On the stage where mechanized forces emerged, trenches and barbed wire were utterly powerless to stop the advance of the steel torrent.
Many people believe that, when facing tanks and armored forces, as long as one has a certain number of artillery pieces, one can defeat them and pin them firmly to their positions.
wrong.
The advantage of mobile forces, or even mechanized mixed forces, lies in their mobility. They can easily infiltrate behind enemy lines, or even encircle and cut off supply lines.
Utilize the advantage of rapid mobility to eliminate large numbers of military facilities and destroy war potential.
In trench warfare, they faced rapidly advancing combined arms infantry and tank forces, as well as bombing raids by Stuka aircraft.
A German infantry platoon equipped with radio communication had a firepower advantage far exceeding its own, and could call in artillery and air support for joint operations.
The strongpoints will be destroyed; positional warfare is utterly ineffective against the trampling of armored vehicles.
Let's take a look at this battle between Poland and Germany.
Having lost air superiority, Poland's artillery would be completely crushed by the German Luftwaffe in the face of an integrated air-ground warfare system; they would be nothing more than sitting ducks.
Without artillery support, soldiers made of flesh and blood are simply no match for the advance of the armored torrent.
Failure can happen in the blink of an eye.
Once the forces are divided, Germany will attack Poland from three directions.
They even utilize a three-pronged attack involving land, sea, and air.
This was a tragic battle in which modern equipment and advanced tactical concepts crushed the old-fashioned trench warfare. Times are progressing, and outdated tactical thinking will be ruthlessly shattered.
This is a battle that will change the landscape of modern warfare; air-ground integration will become the mainstream of future warfare.
Poland is destined to be defeated, perhaps even suffering a major rout within a week.
Looking at what Sean had written, the receptionist's face showed horror. "My God, you think Poland can't last a week? That's impossible."
Facts speak louder than words.
Sean knew his words were outrageous and that no one believed them, but that was history.
Sean just smiled. What did it matter if others didn't believe him? The facts were right in front of them. In five days, everyone would be shocked.
And I will gain both fame and fortune.
"Please give this commentary to Mr. O'Connor for me."
The girl at the front desk looked at the article's author: Sean Wayne.
"Sean Wayne, are you the commentator who predicted that Germany would invade Poland?"
"it's me."
"Oh my god, your prediction was so accurate. Could it be that Poland really won't last a month, or even collapse quickly?" The girl at the front desk blinked.
The young man in front of me, dressed plainly like a homeless person, possessed wisdom far exceeding that of ordinary people.
His eyes seemed to see through everything.
"The results will be available in a week."
"My God!" The receptionist excitedly picked up the article. "Please wait, I'll go to the editor-in-chief's office upstairs right now."
The receptionist rushed into the old-fashioned elevator. As the iron gates closed, the girl straightened her clothes, her face full of excitement. Sean, who was standing by the counter, placed the pen in his hand on the table.
He was actually very excited.
Because I can predict the course of war, and even point out tactics that are still in their infancy.
For example, the world-renowned Royal Boat Service of England.
This unit, which quietly sang its praises during World War II, had not yet been established as a modern special operations force.
Currently, no one has defined what constitutes a decapitation strike, infiltration, or special operations.
Faced with armored blitzkrieg, countries struggled to maintain their positions.
They don't even understand what it means to cut off the head and tail and hit the middle.
What is meant by urban warfare combined with individual anti-tank weapons? This combat method can eliminate high-value targets at minimal cost.
I'm just an ordinary person, not some kind of expert in my past life, so what?
He is far ahead of his time.
dong dong dong.
"Come in." Editor-in-Chief O'Connor's voice carried a hint of impatience. Yes, too many things had happened today, catching him somewhat off guard.
"Sir, this is a letter for you."
"A letter? Don't you know I'm very busy?"
The receptionist picked up the papers in her hand somewhat awkwardly.
"Go out. Germany has invaded Poland. This is such a big event. We have a lot of follow-up reports to do."
"But that gentleman said it must be given to you."
"You can give it to my secretary; I don't have time right now."
"But that's Sean Wayne."
"Sean Wayne?" O'Connor's eyes flickered with confusion for a moment. Sean was a very common English name; there were at least fifty or a hundred Seans in this city.
"That's the same Sean who predicted that Germany would attack Poland."
"Oh my god, where is he?" O'Connor excitedly stood up from behind the table.
"He gave this to you; he's in the lobby downstairs now."
Editor-in-Chief O'Connor took the paper from his hand and looked at Sean's comments.
The more I look at it, the faster my heart beats.
A shocking prophecy, this report even said, would crush the last shred of hope of the British Empire and the proud Gallic rooster.
If Poland were to lose, the European continent would face a new landscape, and there might even be a more severe war situation.
Sean.
I'll never rest until I say something shocking!
This time, he actually said that Poland would collapse in less than a week.
Oh My God.
"I'm going downstairs now; I want to meet this interesting gentleman."
This is a commentary that shocked Los Angeles, California, no, the United States, and even the entire Western world.
Not only military strategists and politicians, but also countless ordinary people would be astonished.
"He's downstairs."
"Okay." O'Connor rushed out of his office.
We arrived downstairs in the elevator.
This shrewd and cunning wicked merchant saw the legendary prophet.
How could that be?
A young man dressed in ordinary clothes? Or rather, dressed in a disheveled manner.
He looked like a homeless person.
My God.
O'Connor thought he was an old scholar who had been hiding at home doing research for a long time.
If Poland were to truly be defeated, this young man would shock the world.
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