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

Half an hour later, Zhu Yong's consciousness receded from Pearl Harbor, thousands of miles away, and returned to his main body in the Lion City Palace.

Having learned all the information, Zhu Yong felt that time was far too urgent for him.

Deep within the royal palace, in a quiet, dark room.

Only the semi-transparent system panel floating in front of him emitted a faint blue light.

[Ding, host has killed 15873422.]

"15.87 million kill points".

At least 4.13 million more is needed before the next system upgrade, which he estimates will be completed.

However, he was unsure whether the next upgrade requirement would be 20 million.

What if it's 30 million? Then we're still short 14.13 million kill points.

But now, he simply doesn't have that much time to wait and slowly gather all those kill points.

The intelligence MacArthur brought was like a sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

Three days later, the bald eagle, this industrial behemoth, will bare its sharp fangs for the first time.

To be honest, Zhu Yong wasn't too afraid of warships, since they were huge and easy to approach, but he was afraid of airplanes.

Airplanes are too agile, and building airplanes is probably simpler for the bald eagles than making kites.

If two thousand Bald Eagle fighters were to join the battle, even if they could defeat the Pacific Fleet, their own Combined Fleet would likely be riddled with holes.

Zhu Yong did not want to perish together with the bald eagle. His logistics could not keep up with the supply, so three days later, he had to appear at Pearl Harbor to seize all of the bald eagle's warplanes and aircraft carriers.

"Four million one hundred and thirty thousand... No, that's not enough."

Zhu Yong muttered to himself, his eyes flashing rapidly like a stream of data as he conducted an even more brutal deduction.

"What if the upgrade threshold is 30 million?"

The system's elusiveness is both the source of his immense power and his deepest unease.

He can't gamble, especially at this point in time.

He needs more "fuel" and a faster "harvest".

The system must acquire enough energy for the next upgrade before the Bald Eagle fleet completes its assembly and heads west.

Whether the upgrade grants more powerful weaponry or other unknown capabilities, it will be a key asset in the face of future decisive battles.

"Still need... fifteen million kill points."

He finally uttered a number, his voice echoing coldly in the silent room.

This means that in the next 72 hours, the number of "Japanese devils" he needs to purify will exceed half of the total number accumulated in the previous half month of battle!

This is an extremely insane goal.

There was no time to hesitate.

He closed his eyes, and his immense spiritual power, like an invisible network, suddenly expanded, piercing through the distance of space, and sent out the highest-level summons to the clone generals scattered all over the world.

"Everyone, drop everything and immediately assemble at the Lion City Palace using your personal spatial storage! Immediately!"

......

Within ten seconds of the order being issued, strange phenomena began to occur frequently in the huge strategic hall of the Lion City Palace.

The air distorted slightly, and the light and shadow flickered.

One after another, tall figures appeared in the pre-arranged locations in the hall.

The first one to emerge was Bai Qi, who came from the land of the Three Hans.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of Sin Da-Mouth from Manila appeared, flickering.

His face still carried a hint of ferocity, his fingers unconsciously twisting as if still retaining some kind of cutting sensation, his eyes fierce and shrewd.

Sha Wujin, who came from the Japanese island, had an eerie paleness on his face, a mark left by his long-term exposure to "special purification" activities.

His eyes were sinister, yet a slightly unsettling smile habitually lingered at the corners of his mouth.

As soon as Chang Yuchun from the Indochina Peninsula solidified his form, a strong, almost tangible, violent and murderous aura spread out.

He was burly, with bulging muscles on his face, and his eyes held a thirst and excitement for killing, as if he had just emerged from a bloody crackdown.

Wang Lei from North China, Zhu Wenzheng from Nanjing, and Li Wenzhong, who was based in Singapore... all arrived one by one.

Seven clones, along with Zhu Yong's main body, formed eight figures standing around a giant map of Southeast Asia and the Pacific.

There were no servants in the hall, only the cold floor and the flickering torchlight on the walls, which stretched and distorted their shadows, casting them onto the walls and maps like a chaotic dance of demons.

The atmosphere was so heavy it could drip water.

Everyone realized that the main body's urgent summoning of all core clones must mean something earth-shattering was about to happen.

Zhu Yong's gaze slowly swept over each face, without any preamble, getting straight to the point.

"I have gathered you all here because the situation has reached its most critical juncture."

"We've just received concrete intelligence—"

He jabbed his finger sharply at Pearl Harbor on the map.

"Three days! At most three more days, and the war machine on the American mainland will unleash at least eight converted aircraft carriers and over two thousand carrier-based aircraft like an iron torrent into Pearl Harbor!"

"At that time, the air power of Nimitz's Pacific Fleet will be several times that of our Combined Fleet!"

"hiss--"

Several suppressed gasps rang out simultaneously.

They were all seasoned generals who knew the importance of air superiority, and they instantly understood what this number meant.

Even the most arrogant Chang Yuchun's expression became somewhat serious.

Li Wenzhong said in a deep voice:

"My Lord, this means that the initiative in the decisive battle across the ocean may change hands."

"We must immediately strengthen fleet air defenses, accelerate the deployment of new carrier-based aircraft, and simultaneously search for combat opportunities before they are fully integrated..."

"Passive defense or seeking sporadic opportunities is no longer enough to reverse the situation."

Zhu Yong interrupted him, his tone resolute, "Their industrial potential is fully unleashed. If we delay any longer, we will be drawn into the war of attrition that they excel at."

"We must have the power to crush them before they advance westward."

"The next system upgrade is key to our ability to cope with future changes."

"But I cannot determine the exact threshold required."

"It could be twenty million, or it could be thirty million!"

His gaze, like a cold searchlight, swept over the crowd.

"Our current reserves are 15.87 million."

"To ensure absolute safety, I demand that—within the next 72 hours, we must purify another 15 million Japanese soldiers!"

"Fifteen million?! In just three days?!"

The gasps of surprise could no longer be contained.

Even these bloodthirsty killers, whose hands were stained with blood and who regarded slaughter as commonplace, were shocked by this astronomical number and the time limit.

Zhu Wenzheng exclaimed in disbelief, "My Lord! You purified fifteen million people in three days?!"

"This...this is going to wipe out almost all the marginal population within our existing controlled area!"

"The workload is more than ten times what it used to be!"

"This will inevitably trigger widespread panic, flight, and even desperate resistance; public order will completely collapse, and production will come to a complete standstill!"

"Is...is this price too high...?"

"cost?"

Zhu Yong's gaze was fixed coldly on Zhu Wenzheng's face as he said:

"Wenzheng, tell me, is the cost of a temporary collapse of public order greater, or is it greater to wait until the massive fleet of thousands of bald eagles appears over our port and turns our fleet and our city into a sea of ​​fire?"

"Is the cost of purging those Japanese devils greater, or the cost of shedding our own blood in the Pacific Ocean in the future?"

His voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap.

"This is war! The ultimate war where it's either you die or I die!"

"We don't have time to slowly and methodically discern, appease, and digest!"

"What we need is power! Absolute power enough to crush all resistance and terrify the enemy!"

"Fifteen million isn't just a number, it's fuel!"

"This is the fuel that will lead us to victory!"

Zhu Yong's tone left no room for argument: "The order has been given, and it must be carried out."

"Now, the discussion is not about whether to do it, but about how to do it."

"Tell me, how much of your quota can you each achieve within three days? What kind of support do you need?"