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

Berlin, the Reich Chancellery.

XHZ stood in front of a huge world map, holding a top-secret telegram that had just been deciphered.

His eyes were fixed on the Pacific coast, on the area marked by the red arrow, San Francisco!

"Unbelievable... Absolutely unbelievable!"

XHZ murmured softly, his fingers trembling as he traced the Pacific Ocean on the map.

"This Asian man actually did it..."

His chief adjutant, Rudolf, stood to the side, carefully observing the king's expression.

Unexpectedly, XHZ's face showed no worry, but instead radiated an almost manic joy.

"Will Zhu Ganglie's victory in the Pacific pose a threat to us?"

Hess asked cautiously, "He now controls the entire Pacific Ocean, and even..."

"A threat? No! This is a golden opportunity!"

XHZ suddenly turned around, his eyes flashing with fanaticism.

"Look here, Hess! Look!"

He strode to the map of Europe and circled the locations of the tattered, John Bull, and Gallic Rooster with a red pencil:

"What are these countries doing now? Where are their fleets? Where are their troops?"

Before Hess could answer, XHZ asked and answered himself:

"They're in the Pacific! Busy dealing with Zhu Ganglie!"

"The Bald Eagles were driven out of Pearl Harbor, and John Bull's Far East Fleet suffered heavy losses in the Strait of Malacca..."

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, his voice echoing in the empty office:

"And what are we doing? We're waiting! We're preparing!"

"But now—now is the best time!"

XHZ walked to the window and looked down at the brightly lit night view of Berlin.

In the distance, the Brandenburg Gate appeared solemn and majestic under the searchlights, and the dome of the Berlin Cathedral gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

This city, this country, is awakening under his will, ready to conquer the world.

"Zhu Ganglie..."

XHZ murmured the name, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips. "This Eastern ally is truly amazing."

In fact, Zhu Ganglie never signed any formal alliance with the Third Reich, and XHZ originally did not acknowledge it either. However, seeing how powerful Zhu Ganglie was, he couldn't wait to label himself as an ally.

Zhu Ganglie swept across the Pacific, completely drawing the attention of the US and the UK to the East. In XHZ's view, this cleared the biggest obstacle to his eastward advance.

"Convene a military meeting immediately!"

XHZ suddenly turned around and commanded Hess:

"I want to see all the generals! Immediately!"

......

Three hours later, in the operations room of the Imperial Chancellor's Office, the highest military command of the Third Reich gathered together.

Seated around the long conference table were General Franz Halder, Chief of the General Staff of the Third Reich Army; General Heinz, Inspector General of Armored Forces; Lieutenant General Erwin, the newly appointed Commander-in-Chief of the Western Front; and General Erich, who had just arrived from East Prussia.

The air was thick with the smell of cigars and a tense atmosphere.

XHZ stood in front of the map, his back to everyone, and remained silent for a long time.

"Gentlemen,"

He finally spoke, his voice deep and powerful.

History has given us a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"When our Eastern friend, General Zhu Ganglie, annihilated the Bald Eagle fleet in the Pacific, the eyes of the British and French had already shifted to the Far East, which was precisely our opportunity."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over each of the generals:

"I have decided to immediately launch the final phase of the Eastward Expansion Plan. The rubbish must be destroyed, and that is now."

A slight commotion arose in the conference room.

Heinz and Halder exchanged a worried glance.

"My King,"

Heinz stood up, his voice as straightforward as ever.

"I must remind you that the mobilization plan is only 70% complete."

"The 4th Armored Division's new tanks have not yet fully arrived, and the 3rd Army's logistical supply lines..."

"General Heinz!"

XHZ interrupted him, her voice suddenly rising, "Tell me how long it will take? A month? Two months?"

"Wait until the Bald Eagles recover from their defeat in the Pacific? Wait until John Bull recalls the fleet to the North Sea?"

"Wait until the French complete the final reinforcements of the Maginot Line?"

He strode up to Heinz, almost touching his face:

"Opportunity waits for no one! Zhu Ganglie won't hold their attention forever! We must act now!"

Erich cleared his throat:

"Your Majesty, from a purely military perspective, if we can wait until autumn to complete full mobilization, while simultaneously observing the attrition of Zhu Ganglie and the US and Britain in the Pacific..."

"observe?"

XHZ sneered, "General Erich, do you know what Zhu Ganglie is doing right now?"

"His troops have occupied the San Francisco Bay Area! The industrial heart of the Bald Eagle's West Coast! The White House has declared a national emergency!"

He waved the telegram in his hand:

"This is a secret telegram from the John B. Foreign Office that our intelligence service intercepted an hour ago."

"The Chamberlain cabinet is urgently discussing whether to negotiate peace with Zhu Ganglie. At that time, he will definitely recall the expeditionary fleet."

"We don't have time."

Erwin stroked his chin thoughtfully:

"I support the King."

"If we achieve a swift and decisive victory in the ruins, the French and the British might hesitate to declare war, especially when their main focus is tied up in the Pacific..."

"Exactly!"

XHZ gave Erwin an approving look. "General Erwin understands my strategy."

"We will destroy the ruins at an unprecedented speed, showing them our power. Then they will surely wonder whether they will go to war with us for a country that has already perished."

General Halder finally spoke, his voice cautious: "My King, the worst-case scenario for the General Staff is that even if we quickly defeat the rubble, the Gallic Rooster and the British Bull will still declare war."

"At that time, we will face the risk of fighting on two fronts, and the Russian bear..."

"A Russian bear?"

XHZ scoffed, "Stallin is more worried about Zhu Ganglie now!"

"That Easterner has already taken control of the East, and his influence is only a step away from the Russian Far East."

"Stalin will not be our enemy at this time; on the contrary—"

He walked up to the map of Eastern Europe and tapped the dilapidated eastern part of the continent with his finger:

"I have instructed Ribbentrop to intensify negotiations with Moscow."

"We can trade half a piece of junk for the neutrality of the Russian bear. Stalin will accept it; he must focus on defending against the threat from the East."

The meeting lasted four hours.

The generals raised one concern after another: logistical support, weather conditions, international reaction...

However, XHZ rejected them one by one.

His will was unwavering, and his eyes burned with a fervent belief.

He was a gambler, or rather a madman, a war fanatic.

At 11 p.m., XHZ made the final decision.

"Gentlemen,"

He stood in the center of the conference room, the lights shining down from above, casting deep shadows on his face.

History does not reward those who hesitate.

"Frederick the Great did not hesitate, Bismarck did not hesitate."

"Now, it's our turn."

He looked at Heinz: "General Heinz, I'll give you forty-eight hours."

"At dawn the day after tomorrow, I want to hear the news that the tanks of the Third Reich are rolling into our ruined territory."

Heinz took a deep breath, stood up, and bowed respectfully: "Yes, Your Majesty."