novelAbuy Chapter 103 Göring was a man born for despicable acts, launching a surprise attack on Iraq.
Chapter 103 Göring was a man born for despicable acts, launching a surprise attack on Iraq.
Chapter 103 Göring was a man born for despicable acts, launching a surprise attack on Iraq.
December 1940, 8.
Friction erupts between Britain and Italy on the Egyptian-Libyan border.
Sean looked at the newspaper in his hand, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find any news about the German air raids on Britain.
This isn't right.
Recalling the previous report from the German newspaper Observer, Sean had a question mark in his mind.
Could the little painter have been persuaded?
What about the Battle of Britain? Sean is in a bind; has history played another cruel joke on him?
It's already mid-August, and there's still no sign of anything happening.
At this moment, Britain was on alert, and so was Germany.
Britain does not want to launch an attack.
Germany is also preparing a major move.
Both sides fell silent.
The historically fierce Battle of Britain has now turned into a daily escort and interception of British and German reconnaissance planes over the Channel, just as in later years, with both sides maintaining considerable restraint.
Sometimes German pilots really wanted to shoot the enemy down.
Canadian Royal Air Force pilots thought the same thing, even wondering if shooting down the enemy would provoke Germany.
But the fact is that after shooting down the opponent two or three times.
San Dezi surprisingly refrained from retaliating.
Churchill stared in disbelief at the battle report, but dared not launch a bombing raid. After reconnaissance, he discovered that a large number of anti-aircraft positions had been added east of the Rhine.
Germany was thinking, "Why aren't you attacking? We've already set up our air defense positions."
The British were thinking the same thing: "We're already on defense, why aren't you coming?"
Are Germans really doing business in the Middle East?
Sean didn't believe that a few words from him would bring the German war machine to a halt.
"Yes, Speer is an economist, he is carrying out reforms, we are doing trade, and in the past week, various industries in Germany have seen a new vitality, and the defense industry seems to be full of energy."
Hanni quietly reported on the situation in Germany.
"Are you serious?" What about my Battle of Britain?
"Yes, the army is currently undergoing a re-equipment process and has successfully produced 20,000 M35 rifles. The retired Mauser rifles are being sold to Iran and Afghanistan. New tanks are in production. By the way, the infrared night vision device, the Sparrowhawk, has been completed, but its visibility range is less than 500 meters."
Like vampires, the effective range is too short, and it can only convert one set of images.
Speer demanded that at least several sets of images be converted for the gunner and commander, otherwise the practical effectiveness would be too low, and it would be better to massively replace them with the M35.
Hahaha, Sean couldn't help but laugh. Speer was a smart man. Infrared night vision was good, but its effectiveness was not good enough. Five hundred meters was actually enough, but in bad weather conditions, it might not even reach two hundred meters.
He seems to have distorted history again; the German army was equipping itself with assault rifles in large numbers to replace the Mauser 98K.
"Your Excellency needs to get to the San Diego military base today. People from the War Department are coming, and we also need to check on the training."
Hanni whispered her suggestions from the side.
"Okay, Monroe, pack your clothes, let's go to the military camp for a week."
Hearing her father call, Marilyn Monroe quickly ran into the bedroom.
Only Lord Sean could treat a trip to a military base as a picnic.
Hanni chuckled softly to herself.
On the evening of August 17, 1940, Sean was in his car heading to San Diego.
At 9 p.m., the sky darkened.
Churchill decided not to wait any longer, and when he asked for opinions, he said, "These damned Germans have set their sights on the Middle East."
If they cause trouble there, they could very well dismantle our colonial territories.
Türkiye is already close to them, Iran is pro-German, and then there's Afghanistan. If unforeseen circumstances arise, the Germans could even threaten Indochina.
Yes, India, this is something Britain cannot tolerate.
Don't expect the north, which controls Armenia and Azerbaijan, to take action.
They had signed a non-aggression pact with Germany and were even less likely to engage in battle rashly. These northern bastards only wanted to wait for Britain and Germany to weaken each other before taking advantage of the situation.
Churchill knew very well what the Russians in the North were thinking.
Italy occupied Libya, and Vichy France maintained its position in the Middle East, controlling Syria and Lebanon. Germany could easily use Vichy French territory, which was very dangerous for Britain.
"But the losses from active bombing will be greater." The Royal Air Force general was somewhat worried, as losing too many aircraft would weaken the defense of the homeland.
"Destroying their factories will disrupt the production of tanks, submarines, and aircraft. Given Adolf's temperament, if we bomb the industrial areas, Germany will definitely retaliate, thus falling into our trap."
According to intelligence, their escort aircraft have a short range, which will weaken the German air force.
Churchill weighed the pros and cons and decided to take the initiative. Britain itself had a higher aircraft manufacturing output than Germany, and moreover, Britain had a close ally in the United States. Germany could not afford a war of attrition.
"Execute the command."
"yes!"
Under the cover of night, a formation of Royal Air Force bombers flew toward Germany.
"Attention everyone, based on the reconnaissance aircraft photos, our primary targets are German petrochemical plants and transportation hubs, followed by aircraft assembly plants and aluminum plants."
"clear!"
The responses came from the various bomber groups.
The visible light was low at night, but that did not prevent the German defenders from hearing the loud engine noise in the sky.
Air raid sirens sounded immediately.
With neither side having absolute air superiority, British bombers began the first wave of horizontal bombing.
The ground-based anti-aircraft guns immediately began operating.
Bang bang bang bang, flames spewed from the cannon muzzle, the gunner struggled to operate it, the trajectory followed the plane, like drawing a band of light across the sky.
In the darkness, intense flashes of light emanating from the ground can be seen.
"Damn the British, they bombed us first."
The German army immediately organized air defense positions.
Bombs fell from the sky, damaging factories, streets, and nearby residential buildings.
Flames shot skyward.
Looking at the burning building, the German clenched his fists.
"Shoot them down."
Loud sirens blared throughout Cologne.
The German air force in the area near the Rhine was quickly organized.
They quickly boarded the plane, while fighter jets on the ground rushed into the sky one after another.
"The reconnaissance aircraft took photos, but the accuracy of the horizontal bombing was insufficient, with an error of at least 800 degrees, and it failed to effectively bomb the target."
"Then drop more bombs and make up for the quality with quantity."
Upon receiving the order, the British bombers in the formation began dropping bombs in waves around the target area.
Cologne was engulfed in flames.
"Damn the British." German Luftwaffe planes appeared in the sky, and ground anti-aircraft guns aimed at the bombers.
Several tractors towed the 88mm anti-aircraft gun to the vicinity, and the gunner opened fire.
The night was filled with the flickering lights of fire.
The Berlin High Command is like a powder keg that has been ignited today.
The man with the small mustache kept cursing and waving his fists.
"I want revenge, I want to bomb London."
"Your Excellency, this time we shot down 31 British bombers and hundreds of fighter planes. Our air force suffered very few losses."
"But we also lost two factories, and more than 5,000 people lost their homes. I want revenge!"
The little painter was very agitated. "I didn't hit you, yet you bombarded me first!"
"Sir, we need to develop new aircraft."
Speer made an untimely remark, saying that he had just restructured his business and everything was going well, but he never expected it to turn out like this.
"Shut up!" the little painter said angrily. "Is the Empire supposed to endure such humiliation?"
Jeshnek, the chief of staff who had jeopardized the future of the German Air Force, immediately stepped forward.
"The Air Force will organize an unprecedented retaliatory operation."
Damn it, don't you know how hard it is for me to save this little bit of wealth when you're not in charge of the household?
Göring glared angrily at his deputy, and just as in history, Göring had made the right choice in the bombing of Britain.
"That's right, we need revenge."
The army, being uninvolved, naturally remained silent, while the navy stood by, watching the floor.
"Sir, but it's Sean's prophecy," Goring cautioned.
"I don't care about any prophecies now, I'm going to completely crush the British."
"Actually, there are other methods." Goring's voice was somewhat low.
"Oh?" The man with the mustache turned around.
Goring quietly stepped forward and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"We can conduct special operations to go to the only two British airfields in Iraq and completely destroy them. On the other hand, we will help the Iraqi nationalist prime minister get rid of the British."
That's a despicable idea.
The young painter became interested; Iraq had oil.
Seeing the anger on the young painter's face disappear, Göring smiled with satisfaction. Yes, I am a man born for despicable acts.
Special operations can reduce the air force's losses and preserve its strength until jet aircraft become available.
Goring said somberly, "Moreover, Iraq is surrounded by the sphere of influence of Vichy France, allowing them to move freely."
They defeated the Royal Air Force, but their ground forces might not be able to defeat the Iraqis.
Italy is currently making moves, and it's only a matter of time before it launches an attack on Egypt.
We don't need to bomb Britain; instead, we should destabilize the Middle East, dismantle Britain's colonial system, and keep them busy.
"Having ended the Balkan campaign and taken Greece, we are fully capable of attacking the Middle East."
"Tell me more!" the little painter asked, intrigued.
"We can send Green Devils troops to Turkey or Iran via Crete, and secretly enter Iraq. The British only have two air bases in Iraq, so our chances of success are very high."
They had almost no regular ground troops, only a small group of poorly trained aviation school ground crew.
Hahaha, the little painter laughed happily, "Blow up my factory, and I'll blow up your air force base."
The young painter patted Göring on the shoulder, "Go for it, any resources can be mobilized."
"I also need the Landenburg Commando unit under the Naval Intelligence Service."
"You're in charge."
Hearing the young painter say this, Göring laughed happily.
When William Carraris looked at him, the other man even felt a sense of disgust.
"What do you want to do?"
"Have your Landnburg Commandos cooperate with our Air Force's Green Devils."
William Carraris shook his head; he had never liked Göring.
"This is the Führer's order."
"The Landenburg Commando is currently undergoing special operations training under His Excellency Sean and is not yet able to conduct external operations."
you!
Göring knew that he was being ostracized.
Himm, who was in the distance, suddenly smiled.
Seeing his ally laughing, Goring walked out of the office with a stern face and a displeased expression.
Himm nodded, turned around, and the two walked out of the command headquarters one after the other.
The SS chief was extremely excited. If Göring was a man born for despicable acts, then he was a man chasing his destiny.
"What are you trying to say?"
"Our SS 502nd Hunter Unit can cooperate with your air force!"
"The 502nd Hunter Unit? The Orningburg Unit? When did you start training?"
Goring looked surprised. He knew that Himlem had been making some moves recently, but he didn't expect that he was also training special forces.
"Whenever you formed the Green Devil, that's when I formed the 502nd Hunter Squad. You don't think you're the only one who got Lord Sean's training footage, do you?"
Yes, believe in the light, and I, Hiram, will become the one who changes destiny.
Damn Himm, now it's not just the Air Force that has special forces, but also the Navy and the SS.
"Alright, you'll cooperate with me, and we'll complete this attack. How about your 502 Hunter Squad?"
Himm picked at his nails, looking down at his fingers. "We have everything you trained us to have, and we were even equipped with M35 assault rifles beforehand. They are the most elite soldiers of the SS!"
"Alright, let's teach the British a lesson this time. Our special forces will immediately enter Iraq and begin infiltration operations behind enemy lines."
The eyes of both giants gleamed simultaneously.
Sean woke up from a nap and had just stepped out of the officers' barracks.
The officers and soldiers at the National Guard base greeted him.
"Hi, Mr. Sean, how's life in the military?"
"It's very novel."
"Your instructor is training those medics and Marines. Want to go check it out? Actually, we've been practicing with them too. Your shooting form is excellent."
"Thanks."
Sean stood on the military camp's parade ground; the barracks at that time were still made of mud bricks.
Not to mention there's air conditioning.
"Hey Sean, how did you sleep last night? How about becoming an advisor to the Army? You'll love the military."
"Sorry, I don't have that idea at the moment."
Sean declined Eisenhower's invitation again.
"This is Matthew Ridgway, the one I mentioned to you. He's currently working in the General Staff."
As Eisenhower explained, Sean looked over. Was this the guy who invented magnetic tactics?
Turns out she was older than me and had a receding hairline.
Sean looked at Ridgway curiously, while Ridgway was also sizing him up.
"Hello, it's great to finally meet you, Sean Wayne."
"Hello, Colonel Ridgway."
The two exchanged pleasantries, extended their hands, and shook hands lightly.
Sean held out his hand, palm open, and Hannie, who was beside him, took out a box of small cigars.
Sean pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Eisenhower, who happily accepted it.
Ridgway made a gesture of refusal.
"He probably won't give it to me."
"Here you go." Sean chuckled as he handed the entire box of cigars to Eisenhower.
Ridgway could tell that they had a close relationship, and it was no joke that Sean was the War Department's darling.
"I heard they've developed an assault rifle? The HK assault rifle?"
Sean nodded. "Mass production should be possible soon."
"The War Department will give you an order for one million units this time."
"So many? That's an order worth over a hundred million US dollars. The price in Hong Kong won't be less than one hundred US dollars. Why not buy M1s? They would be cheaper." Sean lit a lighter and handed it to the future five-star general.
"The performance of assault rifles on the battlefield can no longer be described as amazing. We think we should start replacing them. We heard that the Germans are also preparing to do the same."
The M1 carbine is more like a submachine gun; its range and power are inferior to those of an assault rifle.
Because they needed to be used in conjunction, the War Department decided to replace some of the Garands with HKs.
The Garand is more expensive than the M1, but of course, your rifle will need to be cheaper.
The War Department will provide you with some research funding, such as for bazookas and stun grenades.
"That's not something my factory is developing."
"But it's your patent, and you're co-producing it, aren't you? I heard you bought Lockheed?"
They are currently developing a jet fighter.
"If you need the War Department to invest in research and development, just tell me, and I will submit a report. But as you know, technical data and patents need to be filed with the War Department."
"Hmm." Sean nodded. He knew this was standard practice for the U.S. military to invest in military projects. In the future, the largest technology reserve in the United States would not be a private company, but the Department of War.
"By the way, let's get down to business. General Marshall wants you to train a top-tier special forces unit. You can name the price and the name yourself."
"Then call it Delta Force. It will require at least 20 million and 50 people."
Ridgway, standing nearby, coughed. "Twenty million? Fifty people? Are you serious?"
"Excluding equipment, we can lower the price a bit, ten million is the final price."
"Are you kidding me? You must be kidding me, $20 per person on average?"
Ridgway shouted.
$20 isn't expensive. Top-tier special forces spend over a million dollars just on training, not even counting equipment.
"I'm not kidding, that's the price, two hundred thousand per person," Sean said firmly.
Eisenhower was alright, but Ridgway immediately started yelling, "Go ahead and rob it!"
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