One man's resistance against Japan, I mobilized a million people to aid Shanghai.

"What?"

Li Yin's pupils suddenly contracted to needle size.

"Three days... eight aircraft carriers? Two thousand carrier-based aircraft? Are you sure??"

"Is this intelligence source reliable? What are the specific ship types and formations involved?"

MacArthur nodded slightly, leaned forward, and spoke in a very low voice.

"It's absolutely true, Nimitz told me himself."

"The timeframe is three days from now, which is the expected window for reinforcements."

"The ship types are mainly light aircraft carriers and escort carriers that were urgently converted from merchant ships and auxiliary vessels, but the number of them is staggering."

"As for the specific arrival sequence and berth arrangements..."

"That's top operational secret; Nimitz wouldn't reveal it easily. Only the port control department has the detailed charts."

Li Yin's heart pounded wildly in his chest, not from fear, but from ecstasy.

The addition of two thousand carrier-based aircraft signifies the formation of a massive air force capable of altering the balance of power in the Pacific in a very short time.

If these two thousand carrier-based aircraft were to join the Pacific theater, it would be a huge problem for me.

With that in mind, Li Yin stopped wasting words and conveyed this urgent intelligence to Zhu Yong directly in front of MacArthur.

Zhu Yong, who was far away in the Lion City Royal Palace, frowning and weighing the numbers of "kill points" on the system panel, suddenly felt a violent mental fluctuation.

Li Yin's urgent intelligence resounded in his mind like a thunderclap:

"...Eight aircraft carriers as reinforcements...two thousand aircraft...three days later...Pearl Harbor...opportunity..."

With almost no delay, Zhu Yong's will, along the consciousness channel that had just transmitted the information, suddenly reversed and descended!

In the study, Li Yin, who was concentrating with his eyes closed, trembled slightly.

When he opened his eyes again, his entire demeanor had undergone a complete transformation.

His eyes were as deep as a cold pool and as sharp as a peerless divine weapon drawn from its sheath; just a glance from him seemed to freeze the air.

MacArthur, who was about to light his pipe, froze in mid-air.

He felt a chilling coldness creep up his spine and up to the top of his head. That gaze... it was all too familiar!

At the Governor's Palace in Manila, at the moment that would decide his fate, that Eastern devil looked at him with those same eyes!

This is definitely not Li Yin!

"Who...who are you?!"

MacArthur sprang up from his chair, crashing into the desk with a loud bang. His voice was distorted with extreme shock, and his trembling finger pointed at "Li Yin" as he cried out:

"Zhu...Zhu Ganglie?! It's you! What are you doing here?!"

Zhu Yong did not answer MacArthur's question, but instead, in an extremely calm tone, directly asked in return:

"MacArthur, is the intelligence you provided accurate?"

"Three days later, eight aircraft carriers and two thousand aircraft arrived at Pearl Harbor?"

After the initial shock and instinctive fear, MacArthur forced himself to calm down quickly upon hearing this direct question.

He was no ordinary man to have risen to the rank of general; after a moment of losing his composure, his scheming instincts immediately took over.

He took a deep breath and tried to straighten his back. Although his face was still pale, his eyes met Zhu Yong's intimidating gaze.

"Yes, I confirm."

MacArthur said in a hoarse voice:

"Based on Nimitz's own words and other indications, it can be basically concluded that..."

"This is the first step in Washington's westward expansion plan. Their goal is to quickly build a fleet capable of overwhelming... or at least countering your naval power, and then move westward."

Zhu Yong nodded slightly, his face revealing neither joy nor anger, but MacArthur could sense that the scrutiny in his gaze had intensified.

"Very good, you actually took the initiative to report this matter. It seems you've come to your senses."

"Is this a complete surrender?"

He paused, then asked, enunciating each word clearly, "So, you've... completely surrendered?"

"surrender?"

MacArthur pondered the word, a complex and enigmatic smile appearing on his face, and said:

There is an old Chinese saying: "Wei Junjie is a scoundrel."

"I have witnessed your power firsthand. In Manila, it was not just a military advantage, but... a capability that transcends conventional understanding."

"I have studied your expansion trajectory, from North China to Japan, to Manila, and then to Southeast Asia. You have been almost invincible."

He spread his hands, as if to display an undeniable fact:

"In contrast, Washington is plagued by bureaucracy, bickering, indecisiveness, and internal strife."

"Roosevelt was pushing hard, but it takes time for the entire national machine to get going, and arrogance and underestimation of the enemy cost us dearly in Manila."

"Nimitz is an excellent commander, but the cards he holds need time to reach their full potential."

"And now you know their biggest reinforcement plan and timeline."

"Next, you will definitely not let Pearl Harbor go."

"If even Pearl Harbor is captured by you, I see no hope of victory for the bald eagle, so I choose to join you, at least to preserve a part of the flame of America from your hands."

"I am not betraying my country. I am choosing to stand with the victor for an inevitable future, and at the same time, I am saving the lives of countless young people of the Bald Eagle who might have lost their lives due to foolish decisions at the top."

"So, I'm not surrendering, nor am I betraying them; I'm doing this to save America!!"

The study fell silent.

Only the faint sound of ship horns could be heard from the distant port.

Zhu Yong listened quietly to MacArthur's statement, and the cold expression on his face finally blossomed into a bright smile, like the first snow melting in spring.

The smile didn't hold much warmth, but it was full of admiration.

"Very good, MacArthur, very good."

Zhu Yong's voice was pleasant, "You are more clear-headed and smarter than I imagined."

"You are not only a soldier, but also a smart person. I enjoy dealing with smart people."

He controlled Li Yin's body and took a step forward. The invisible pressure made MacArthur subconsciously hold his breath.

"I accept your cooperation; your vision and judgment deserve a higher position."

Zhu Yong's gaze seemed to pierce through the space before him, glimpsing the distant future.

"I promise you that when the West submits to me and needs a new, cooperative leader, you, Douglas MacArthur, will be the president of that land."

"You are the first president officially recognized by the legitimate Chinese system, and also the first traitor to the United States."

This promise was like a bombshell, sending shockwaves through MacArthur's mind.

Western presidents?!

Although the premise is "Western submission," it means the ultimate promise of power, status, and glory, far exceeding the peak that he could possibly reach in the Bald Eagle, especially after the devastating defeat in Manila.

The immense temptation clashed violently with something lingering within him, but after a brief struggle, his gaze was quickly overwhelmed by burning ambition.

He stood at attention, gave a standard American military salute, and said in a deep voice:

"Thank you for your trust, Commander. I will serve you wholeheartedly, ensure the success of this operation, and prove my worth."

"It's a pleasure working with you, Mr. President."

Zhu Yong's smile deepened. "Now, let's talk about the details."

"Regarding the weak points in port defenses, command changeover times, the location of communications hubs, and... the dock area where those eight aircraft carriers are expected to berth."

"Tell me everything you know."