novelSusiti Chapter 106 Desert Storm Operation, Four Waves of Conflict Erupt in the Middle East
Chapter 106 Desert Storm Operation, Four Waves of Conflict Erupt in the Middle East
Chapter 106 Desert Storm Operation, War Erupts in the Middle East
"Mr. Harry Hopkins." Eisenhower didn't know how to address him.
Because Hopkins holds no official position in the White House, yet he is the number two person in the White House.
He was invited by Roosevelt to stay at the White House, and later became a member of the War Production Committee, chairman of the Arms Allocation Committee, chairman of the Committee to Draft the Treaty with Russia, and was also in charge of the Lend-Lease Act.
At this time, he was Roosevelt's personal advisor and in charge of all support for Britain.
Hello Eisenhower.
Hopkins walked over slowly, extended his hand to Sean, and said, "Remember to attend the White House party next month."
Sean extended his hand and gently shook it. "Thank you."
"I saw your company presentation today and it was amazing. I had some doubts before, but now all my doubts are gone. Your military company is outstanding and has a reason to exist."
Do you know the Secret Service?
The Secret Service? Of course I know, the Secret Service of later generations. Sean nodded slightly.
"I know. It's a special unit under the Treasury Department, tasked with combating illegal currency. It has now been transferred from the Treasury Department to the Department of Justice and is now a department of the FBI, which has increased its role in presidential protection."
Hopkins smiled when he heard that Sean was familiar with the Secret Service.
"That's right. In addition to protection duties, the Secret Service also has the authority to investigate domestic matters and is responsible for security."
"This role is not good; they should be more specialized."
Hopkins paused for a moment, then nodded with a smile. "Thank you for your suggestion. What I mean is, are you interested in signing a Bluebird training program agreement with the Department of Justice?"
In addition to the Los Angeles Police Department, there are also police officers from the Department of Justice, as well as special agents trained by the FBI. Of course, the Secret Service must be even more elite.
We will give you a large order.
Private military contracts exceeding $50 million.
The Department of Justice will sign off on it, and they will also procure your small designs in a unified manner.
All of this is included in this contract.
Fifty million US dollars.
I'm short of money right now.
"Thanks."
"No, you earned this yourself. I love your Sean assembly line approach, it's amazing!"
"Actually, it already exists in the automotive manufacturing industry. Even if I didn't bring it up, Ford or GM would have."
"The first person to try something new always needs wisdom and courage, doesn't it?" Hopkins laughed. "You're a very humble and honest young man, I like you."
It's important to understand that they might not have thought of strengthening intellectual property rights and unified standards, as well as subcontracting and joint manufacturing—this is groundbreaking.
Sean shook his head and chuckled.
Hopkins had a very good impression of the young man. Although he had initially thought the young man was arrogant and trying to challenge the entire U.S. military, his final speech revealed him to be a young man with vision.
It's a waste of his talents to be a military advisor to the U.S. Army; young Sean Wayne has a much bigger stage to perform on.
"What do you think America is lacking right now?" Hopkins asked with a probing gaze. The Army and War Department personnel around him fell silent, watching quietly.
They never imagined that this young man, full of miracles, had already come into the view of the highest levels of government in the United States.
"The FBI currently has the function of foreign intelligence work, but it is not clearly defined."
I'm referring to external intelligence. Currently, the United States doesn't have a true intelligence agency, while Germany has the Reich Security Service and the Naval Intelligence Service.
Britain has a military intelligence service.
Japan also has a corresponding agency.
"Yes, that's something I've been considering. So what do you think?"
"Establish a dedicated intelligence and security agency."
"so?"
"The Central Intelligence Agency, the CIA!"
Eisenhower was stunned, and Hopkins' expression froze.
"A bold idea, well, I'm in San Diego to coordinate aid to Britain." This was hardly a secret in America, and Sean wasn't surprised.
"I was passing through San Diego and happened to hear about today's competition at the naval base, so I came to watch. It was very rewarding, especially meeting you, the legendary American commentator, Sean Wayne."
"That's all nonsense they're making up."
"Haha, I don't think so." Hopkins laughed. "You are indeed very farsighted and insightful. I will discuss the CIA matter with President Roosevelt, but since it was you who proposed it, I will need more of your advice on the establishment of the CIA in the future."
"I will."
Good heavens, has he even extended his reach into the intelligence agencies?
Eisenhower suddenly felt excited; his investment had been absolutely correct.
"Alright, I won't bother you anymore. Sean, this is my phone number. You can call me directly if you need anything."
He saw Hopkins hand Sean his private home phone number.
Eisenhower felt a great sense of regret. "General Marshall, your idea of bringing Sean into the Army as an advisor has been thwarted."
He might go to work in the White House, and then he'll be our superior.
You need to treat Sean as an ally now.
It's true what they say, fortunes change every thirty years; never underestimate a young person's potential.
He no longer thinks highly of the army advisors.
He is likely to become the first director of the CIA.
My God, the officers and soldiers around him stared dumbfounded; Sean's rise to power was faster than they had ever imagined.
Hanni was completely dumbfounded. If you become the first director of the CIA, wouldn't that mean the US intelligence agencies and the Shadow Office would have to merge?
My God, that's absolutely mind-blowing.
After seeing Harry Hopkins off, the match officially began.
The soldiers remained enthusiastic, while the officers sitting to the side each had their own opinions.
Sean Wayne became a stranger again.
An almost boundless shadow looms over America. My God, are we going to be working under his command from now on?
No, it is the War Department that will work under his supervision.
It's terrifying just to imagine it.
Sean's career was progressing steadily, and even Eisenhower had no idea what he would become in the future: a sole military contractor, a military industry giant, a well-known figure in the United States, and even stepping into the core of power.
My God, Sean is like someone silently weaving an invisible net.
Along the Atlantic coast—no, it should be the Middle East.
Several small teams broke up into smaller groups. The SS 502nd Regiment and the Green Devil were scattered and mixed together. A total of more than 400 people were divided into ten groups and entered Turkey and Iran from Italy and Greece respectively, and then secretly infiltrated Iraq.
At this moment, Colonel Kirk was dressed in civilian clothes. Beside him were Colonel Adrian von Volkssam, the commander of the SS Orningburg Unit, who had been recruited from the Brandenburg Commando, and Major von Dietrich, the commander of the Sea Lion Commando, who had been recruited from the Navy.
The latter, in particular, would have been the decapitation strike against Churchill if Operation Sea Lion had proceeded as planned.
However, the Battle of Britain was inadvertently brought to a halt by Sean, and this suicide squad was assigned to Hillam's Orningburg unit.
All three were dressed in civilian clothes, and several of the soldiers in civilian clothes around Adrian were even fluent in Persian and Arabic.
They are asking for food and drinks right now.
These two mysterious units were active on the battlefield from the start of the blitzkrieg against Poland. They infiltrated in disguise, sabotaged transportation bridges, and assassinated officers, making them the earliest special forces units of World War II.
Without their assistance, neither the airborne operation nor the blitzkrieg would have gone so smoothly.
Now, along with the Green Devils of the Air Force, the commanders of three of Germany's highest-secret-level units have gathered in Baghdad, the capital of Iraq.
Standing on the rooftop of a restaurant, Colonel Kirk, with a scarf wrapped around his neck to simply cover his face, observed the police situation in Baghdad through binoculars. They had booked the restaurant's open-air terrace.
Adrian leaned against the earthen railing of the rooftop, quietly smoking.
"Our first detachment's mission is the Habalia airbase west of Baghdad. If the Iraqis can provide cover, it won't be a difficult task. Are you Green Devils confident in your role as the main force attacking the Basra port base?"
Kirk smiled faintly, put down his binoculars, and said, "We have just as much combat experience as you do. Besides, we experienced the Battle of Crete and were the first to learn special operations concepts. I only came along because I didn't have confidence in you."
Major Dietrich's lips curled into a slight smirk, a hint of displeasure in his expression. "You don't need to worry about our strength. Disguise, infiltration, sabotage behind enemy lines—we've been there longer and have far more experience than you."
"Now we are just waiting for Iraqi Prime Minister Rashid to send us maps and intelligence on the two bases."
According to intelligence from the Intelligence Bureau and the Imperial Security Service, the two bases have only a small number of Gladiator aircraft and their defenses are very weak.
"Should the plane be handed over to the Iraqis?"
"No, destroy them all, blow up the airport runways, render them unusable for a short time, and prevent the British from taking them over. This will help the Iraqi forces, whose air force is weak."
Good heavens, these guys have been well-fed by the British on oil, and they've actually built a formidable local force.
Colonel Adrian found it amusing. "They also have armored brigades. Without air support, ordinary Indian divisions and British ground troops can't beat the Iraqis."
Their desert camel cavalry regiment is quite interesting.
Are these cavalry units from the desert?
The three chatted casually while observing the environment of Baghdad.
The houses here are low and interconnected, making it very easy to hide.
The restaurant owner downstairs, accompanied by several masked women, placed the food and drinks they ordered on the table.
Colonel Kirk walked back to the dining table, looked up at the canopy overhead, and ate his Iraqi food while basking in the sunlight. He gently moved his plate, revealing a corner of paper underneath.
There were scraps of paper under several plates on the dining table.
"This is a map of the British air force base, along with intelligence on the garrison, sent by our friend."
Do I need some time to familiarize myself with it?
"No, we'll launch the attack at 3 a.m. tomorrow. It won't be difficult. We've brought two hundred men!"
Dietrich will personally command the operation, while you and I will develop the tactical plan. After all, you have experience in Crete, and I've heard you can be accurate to the minute.
"Yes, this is a tactical strategy devised by the great prophet. Special operations are precise and efficient, and a strict sense of time is required. If the time limit is exceeded, it is a failure, and an emergency plan needs to be activated."
"Unbelievable, Your Excellency."
"Shut up. From now on, we can only call him the Prophet in private."
"It was my mistake. The prophet's ideas are truly astonishing. I originally thought the Brandenburg Commando was the most elite special forces unit, but now I realize that I still have a lot to learn."
"Don't question the prophet, that's blasphemy," Kirk, an Air Force officer, said grimly.
"Then tonight we will completely annihilate the more than one thousand rookies at the Habaria Air Base."
Upon hearing Dietrich's words, the other two smiled simultaneously.
A 1-6 score, a surprise attack, not difficult.
Besides, they were just a bunch of half-baked people who had received quasi-military training.
"So, does the command intend to support Iraqi independence, providing aid and military assistance in exchange for oil resources and markets?"
"Yes, this was an objective outside of the war set by Speer, aimed at driving out the British, dismantling the colonies, rendering British deterrence a mere formality, and forcing more African countries to gain independence."
"Damn it, why did I have to listen to an economist?"
Kirk glared angrily at the two of them. "Shut up, because only this guy in the Supreme Command has the strategic vision of His Excellency the Prophet."
A large number of occupied territories represent a huge investment in defense, which is impossible to defend against, not to mention the trouble caused by those guerrillas. Therefore, this is the best way to meet the needs of the Empire.
What we need are agents, resources, and markets, not slaves.
We will remain in the Middle East for three months to complete the Desert Storm project.
Early morning of September 19, 1940.
The port of Basra and Baghdad, Iraq, were plunged into darkness.
Two groups of over a hundred elite soldiers, dressed in civilian clothes, with their faces covered, wearing tactical vests and carrying weapons, slowly appeared near the British air force base.
Both groups used the two current German automatic rifles, and were also equipped with MP40 submachine guns.
The muzzle was fitted with a silencer, which couldn't cover the flames, but that didn't matter.
They split into several groups, armed themselves, and crouched on the sand, slowly approaching the wall.
Each team arrived at its designated position at 3 o'clock.
The snipers in the team aimed at the soldiers patrolling the tower at night, using the dim light.
Each squad leader looked at their watch.
"At 3:07, the snipers cleared out the sentry posts in unison."
Staring at the soldiers on the tower.
The sniper pulled the trigger.
"start!"
puff!
The bullet left the barrel, and multiple bullets flew through the air in less than a second.
With a bang, the bullet pierced the British soldier's chest, the bullet breaking through his body tissue and shredding his internal organs.
With a thud, eight people collapsed on the tower, their bodies giving way.
This synchronized firing has become a standard special tactic.
The others immediately rushed to the base of the wall, stacked their hands on top of each other, and helped the assault team climb over the wall in a human pyramid formation.
Multiple teams from all directions successfully entered the Habalia Air Base.
At this moment, most of the people in the base were sound asleep, never imagining they would be attacked.
Each group set off towards their destination according to the plan.
Along the way, they used advanced CQB (Close Quarters Battle) technology to shoot down the base's patrolling guards.
The low, muffled thuds echoed from all directions as British soldiers were shot dead before they could detect anything suspicious.
The explosives were placed in the barracks.
The airport's hangars received special attention, and even several older aircraft were not spared.
Dietrich and his soldiers pushed several military vehicles onto the airport runway and planted explosives.
After finishing everything, I raised my hand to check my watch.
"It's 4 a.m. now. The detonation time is set for 4:30 a.m. All squads are to evacuate as planned."
A deafening explosion followed by countless cracking sounds, like thunder rumbling in the sky.
Iraqis in Baghdad were awakened in the middle of the night and went out to look at the distant flames.
"Oh my god, what happened?"