WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

78. Sean Wayne's archenemy, Italy, is about to launch a sneak attack.

A series of urgent shouts came from the living room outside the bedroom.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Sean sat up, straightened the wrinkles in his clothes, and then stepped out of the bedroom.

O'Connor was stroking his chin, looking at the painting on the wall.

"These Van Gogh replicas look quite good."

Yes, O'Connor also thought the paintings on the wall were fake. Who would hang seven or eight genuine Van Gogh paintings in their home?

There were seven or eight of them.

"Where did you buy it? I want to buy one to hang in my office too."

"Haha," Sean laughed awkwardly, "you can't buy these, because they're all genuine."

"Alright, Sean, it's time to write the reviews these days."

O'Connor suppressed his admiration, walked to the sofa and sat down, his gaze fixed intently on Sean.

"There's not much to comment on lately." Operation Sea Lion is still some time away, Italy's invasion of Egypt has been going on for a while, and the invasion of Greece is not expected until the end of the year.

The only thing that can be commented on at present is the battle between Japanese and French troops in Asia, which was one-sided, with the French colonial army being ridiculously weak.

"No?" That won't do. O'Connor is in a great mood lately because of the surge in sales, and he wants to keep up the momentum and not let it falter.

He sat up, his fingers lightly touching. "Sean, I helped you, didn't I? Without me last year, even if your comments were very accurate and brilliant, no one would have seen them."

"It is because of my appreciation that you have achieved what you have today."

Yes, Sean couldn't deny that without the editor-in-chief's favor, his commentary wouldn't even get published.

"Okay, as I said before, we'll be entering a brief period of peace soon."

"Haha, that works too. You know, people will read whatever you say now. Peacetime isn't bad either; at least people will feel at ease."

O'Connor truly lives up to his reputation as an wicked businessman, planning to sell emotions.

Previously, they sold anxiety; now they sell peace of mind.

Sean gave him an annoyed look. "Isn't this a lie?"

"How could it be a lie? You were right even during peacetime."

O'Connor stood up with satisfaction. "No need to see me off, I'll write it for you." With that, the money-obsessed guy left Sean's apartment contentedly.

December 1940, 6.

"With the formation of the Vichy government in France, de Gaulle fled to London to organize Free France. Sean Wayne predicted that the war in Europe would be put on hold and a temporary period of peace would begin."

"France was also completely defeated."

"Yes, a month and a few days. Sean's prediction was really accurate. He said France would be defeated quickly, and my God, he was right."

"Yes, he was right. Except for that time in Italy, we are about to enter a period of peace."

"May peace last forever."

"That's impossible, Germany and Britain are still at war."

Everyone is speculating whether Germany will attack Britain after the brief peace Sean mentioned.

Rome, Italy.

Old Mexico isn't in a good mood lately. Italy has joined the war, and although they're not doing very well, I've fought, and in Old Mexico's view, I've played a huge role in tying down hundreds of thousands of troops in southern France.

In the Alpine campaign, they suffered over 13,000 casualties, but captured three villages and several islands. They only managed to secure the border after negotiations with France.

It just added a huge defensive fortification.

This was completely different from what he had expected; he wanted Arthas and Lorraine.

That area is an important grape-producing region in France, and there are economic benefits there.

But now, looking at the map of Italy, the old Mexican couldn't swallow his anger.

Despite suffering so many casualties, Germany has reaped enormous profits. After all, as the leader, he came to power before the Mustache.

Now they've actually invited me to France; this is blatant boasting.

Why should I listen to him?

Looking at the telegram in his hand, he learned that the Germans wanted him to refrain from taking any action for the time being.

Germany is now developing Operation Sea Lion in preparation for an attack on Britain.

This made the Mexican even more upset.

We're all bosses, why should I bow down to a junior?

Sean looks down on me, the little painter looks down on me, even the French look down on me, and the whole world is laughing at the incompetence of the Italian army.

boom!

Old Mo slammed his fist on the table, making even the pen tremble.

"Your Excellency, Sean predicts that Europe will enter a period of peace."

His black-clad henchmen handed him today's newspaper with both hands. Old Mexican looked at the Los Angeles Times, which was reprinted in Italy, and suddenly his face lit up with a smile.

"A good opportunity."

His subordinates stared blankly, wondering what kind of opportunity this was.

The old Mexican slammed the newspaper onto the table, put his hands behind his back, and strode steadily to the map, picking up his favorite little whip and tapping it against the map of Greece.

"Now that the war in France has just ended, the troops are still in a state of assembly. After seeing Sean's comments, many people will believe them. After all, Germany has just taken France and there is still a lot to do."

They need to digest this huge territory.

But now, while everyone is off guard, we can quickly attack Greece from Albania.

A surprise attack on Greece?

My God, my black-clad soldiers were shocked. You're not attacking Egypt, you're attacking Greece?

"Your Excellency, we are at war with Britain and France, so it would be more appropriate for us to attack Egypt."

Zenoa didn't understand why they would choose to attack Greece instead of attacking an easier opponent.

"Your Excellency, relations between Greece and Germany have recently warmed, and they have even signed a trade agreement. Germany does not want us to do this."

boom.

Old Mo slammed his fist on the map. "Why should I listen to Little Mustache?"

Yes, Germany has achieved a series of successes. Even among allied nations, there are differences in status among them, since a leader must eventually be chosen.

Japan is in Asia, too far away.

Italy and Germany are both in Europe, so naturally there was a difference in their order of arrival.

Old Mo was filled with jealousy.

"Now Romania has actually turned to Germany and given them oil fields. You know this is Italy's sphere of influence. My authority has been challenged. Why should I listen to the Germans?"

Now is the perfect opportunity for a surprise attack.

"Haha," the Mexican man laughed, "As long as we take Greece, we can threaten the Balkans."

With its proximity to the Turkish Straits, Italy is poised to become the king of the Mediterranean.

Controlling the Mediterranean means controlling the sea route to North Africa.

The new Roman Empire is just around the corner.

Zenoa was deeply moved by the old Mexican's grand dream.

It turns out he was just resentful of being outdone by the little mustache.

Yes, Old Mo felt like a lackey, resentful of the little mustache's bossy attitude.

"So we?"

"Haha, let's begin the emergency operation codenamed G. We'll invade Greece from Albania and bring the eastern Mediterranean under our control."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"I will break Sean's legendary prophecy once again." Old Mo was very proud. "We're going to take on Sean and Wayne."

On June 16, 1940, Italy once again shocked the world.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! Sean Wayne's lifelong enemy, Italy, has once again defied Sean's predictions. In the early hours of this morning, the Italian 25th Army, Ferrana and Santaro Divisions advanced towards Elea in the Greek border region."

The news caused a global uproar. Italy, seemingly still not satisfied with the fighting, even unilaterally invaded Greece.

"My God, Italy has broken Sean's legend once again."

Many people bought a newspaper with smiles on their faces.

"It's true, Italy truly is Sean Wayne's nemesis."

"Sean Wayne and Italy are engaged in a complicated love-hate relationship."

"Yes, Italy made Sean's prediction fail, and Sean's curse made Italy lose face. Now the two sides are once again engaged in a fierce battle, a battle that must be decided."

"There's going to be a good show."