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

"Distant water cannot quench a fire nearby."

Li Wenzhong asked, puzzled:

"By the time 200,000 soldiers arrive at the Three Han Kingdoms by sea, the war may already be over."

"Who said we were going to ship by sea?"

Zhu Yong said:

"Travel in your personal space."

"What?"

Everyone stared in shock.

Their personal space is their biggest secret weapon; how could they let those servants know about it?

"My lord, these people are not loyal. Won't using this personal space expose our secrets?"

Bai Qi was the first to raise a question.

Zhu Yong, however, smiled.

"Bring an eye mask before you set off."

"After the war, how many of them do you think will come back?"

Everyone gasped again.

The true nature of emotions has never treated these people as human beings, but rather as resources to be consumed, and there is no intention to let them leave alive.

Zhu Yong continued:

"These people are uncivilized, but they can fill in the lines and buy us time."

"Even if 200,000 men are all useless, they can still bluff and buy time for Wang Lei, thus depleting the Japanese ammunition."

"Bai Qi, once these people arrive, they don't need to rest. They should be immediately deployed to the most dangerous areas of the battlefield."

"Tell them that those who kill the enemy and then retreat in fear of battle will be executed."

Zhu Wenzheng's expression was complicated:

"My Lord, this plan... may involve considerable sacrifice."

"In war, there are always sacrifices."

Zhu Yong's voice was icy: "To exchange the lives of my servants for the lives of our core territory and main force is absolutely worth it."

Then, Zhu Yong looked at Zhu Wenzheng.

"No matter what happens on your end, you must ensure the safety of Jinling Half-Day."

"clear."

Zhu Yong glanced at the other clones and said:

"In the past half day, Chang Yuchun, Sha Wujin, and Xin Dazui, I don't care what methods you use."

"Drill into mountains and forests, dig three feet into the ground, burn rivers and boil seas."

"I want to see the total kill points surpass 30 million within four hours!"

"This is a strict order."

"yes!"

The group spoke in unison, their voices filled with murderous intent.

"Go do it."

Zhu Yong gave the order:

"Remember, our time is running out."

"In half a day, the entire world will be at our feet!"

Chang Yuchun and the others' eyes widened instantly.

They had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

......

Pacific Ocean, Honolulu.

At 6:00 PM, Pacific Fleet Headquarters, Operations Briefing Room.

The huge chart table was covered with detailed maps of the western Pacific and Southeast Asia, with markers and pins of various colors densely packed together.

Nimitz stood at the head of the table, flanked by Halsey, Spruance, Fletcher, and other key task force commanders, as well as their core staff officers.

The air was thick with the mixed smells of cigars, coffee, and paper ink, along with a tense atmosphere.

"Gentlemen,"

Nimitz tapped the table with a thin pointer, and the room immediately fell silent.

"This is our final comprehensive simulation and mission confirmation before the operation."

"The objective is clear: to locate and destroy Zhu Ganglie's main naval force, regain control of the sea in the Western Pacific, and relieve pressure on allied forces in Southeast Asia."

The pointer first points at Pearl Harbor, then draws a westward arc, passing Midway and Wake Island, and finally stops in the vast waters east of the Mariana Islands and the Philippines.

"Based on existing intelligence and analysis, Zhu Ganglie's main fleet is most likely to operate in the Philippine Sea, the Sulu Sea, and the eastern part of the South China Sea."

"He needs to maintain maritime supply and deterrence over Luzon, Malaya, and the Indochina Peninsula, so the fleet cannot be too far away."

Halsey, with a cigar dangling from his lips, mumbled indistinctly:

"It could also be hiding behind some damned reef, waiting for us like a venomous snake."

"So we can't just swagger in."

Spruance calmly added:

"We need to conduct advance reconnaissance, extensive and multi-layered reconnaissance."

Nimitz nodded:

"This is the core of our first phase."

The pointer pointed to several points on the map.

"First of all, the submarine force had secretly left port 72 hours in advance."

"Their mission is to infiltrate key waterways such as the Bashi Channel, Palawan Channel, and Surigao Strait, establish surveillance posts, and hunt down lone enemy ships or convoys."

"Secondly, starting tomorrow, the first carrier strike group, with the USS Enterprise and USS Hornet at its core, will advance westward to a point approximately 800 nautical miles west of Midway Island."

"From there, we can maximize the reconnaissance radius of our carrier-based aircraft, covering a large area of ​​sea west of the Mariana Islands and east of the Philippines."

"Meanwhile, the fleet centered around the USS Lexington and USS Saratoga will move southwest to support the First Carrier Division and monitor possible developments in the South Pacific."

He looked at Fletcher: "The fleet centered around the 'Yorktown' serves as a reserve and mobile force, ready to support any direction or respond to any contingency."

Fletcher nodded calmly.

"Our advantages,"

Nimitz emphasized, "It lies in concentrated air power, greater reconnaissance range, and...surprise."

"Zhu Ganglie could not have imagined that we could assemble such a large fleet in such a short time and dare to actively seek battle far from our base."

"We must exploit this psychological blind spot and catch him off guard!"

"Specific principles of engagement,"

He surveyed the crowd, his gaze sharp. "Once the enemy's main fleet position is confirmed, regardless of the cost, concentrate the air power of all aircraft carriers and launch the largest wave of attacks!"

"Primary target: enemy aircraft carriers! Secondary targets: battleships and heavy cruisers."

"Don't be stingy with bombs and torpedoes; I want to cripple his fleet in one fell swoop, leaving him no chance to turn the tide!"

The operations staff began distributing thick booklets of operational plans, which contained countless details such as communication codes, weather plans, fuel supply points, and evacuation routes for the wounded.

The officers discussed in hushed tones, marking on the map with pencils, calculating speed, distance, and time windows for sortie waves.

Everything seemed well-organized and confident.

The meeting lasted for more than an hour, and all the details were finally finalized.

After the meeting, the officers filed out and returned to their posts to make final preparations.

This is the last meeting before their departure. Tomorrow, they will all embark on their journey to face the demon Zhu Ganglie in the East.

Nimitz remained alone in the briefing room and stood before the enormous nautical chart once more.

Outside the window, the lights of Pearl Harbor lit up one after another, outlining the silhouettes of the moored ships, like a steel forest.

For some reason, he thought of MacArthur's strange parting words, "I hope you can defend Pearl Harbor well."

A faint gloom swept across my heart.

He shook his head, trying to dispel the unfounded doubts.

Perhaps the pressure was too great.

As commander-in-chief, he must demonstrate absolute confidence.

He opened his pocket watch and checked the time.

8:47 PM.

There are less than eleven hours left until the scheduled launch time.

He took a deep breath, turned off the main light in the briefing room, leaving only a table lamp, its dim yellow light enveloping the vast waves on the nautical chart.

"Zhu Ganglie..."

Nimitz muttered to himself, his fingers unconsciously tapping the location of the Ryukyu Islands on the map table.

"Wherever you are, prepare to face the wrath of America."

Outside the window, the night at Pearl Harbor was deepening.

Throughout the port, countless sailors were making final checks before departure, writing letters, or taking a break.

However, no one noticed that some of the most inconspicuous low-level workers, in the dockworkers' prefab houses, the night shift guard posts of the logistics warehouse, and even near some maintenance pipes in the bottom of the warships, were all staring intently at the aircraft carriers in the port.

Those eyes were so intense, they could pierce through the armor of an entire aircraft carrier.