Chapter 543: Great Sea Battle

Xiao Ze Zhi Sanlang has conducted operations using an Aircraft Carrier, the Malaysia naval battle.

It was Xiao Ze Zhi Sanlang's Southern Quarantine Fleet that first launched an attack on the United Kingdom's Z Fleet, and ultimately the Southern Quarantine Fleet achieved victory.

What now makes Jiang Anguo hesitant is that he lacks naval personnel; he cannot simply put the more than three hundred Japanese sailors onto the ships, obviously.

More than three hundred people are also a considerable force; if trouble breaks out on the ship, it would be hard to manage.

"For now, first send all these captives to the minefield to suppress their temperament!" Jiang Anguo at this moment realized the shortage of technical talent.

The cultivation of the navy requires time.

With the current fleet, maintaining it leaves Jiang Anguo at a loss.

The fuel needed for a single long voyage can indeed be purchased within the WarSystem, but Jiang Anguo cannot board a battleship each time to refuel personally.

Therefore, on the shore, not only shipyards but also large fuel tanks are needed, so the fleet can independently complete resupply.

At present, Yangon Port hosts eleven warships; not many, yet it is very crowded.

But the problem remains: once the enemy blocks the open sea, this fleet cannot get out at all.

Of course, if the enemy can hold back Jiang Anguo's air force, they could come and try.

Yangon Port, as a military port, is still not ideal; this is due to the channel restrictions of Yangon Port, and evidently Jiang Anguo had not previously recognized the differences between ports.

He only thought that having an outlet to the sea would be sufficient.

The Dian-Mian Highway originates at Yangon; although warships cannot dock extensively, supply ships can continuously bring foreign aid through this lifeline back inland.

The Nanhua flag was quickly finalized: a blue stripe on a white field, with four white stars placed up, down, left, and right on the flag.

Within just one day, all Nanhua territories raised the Nanhua flag, and the Nankai Fleet hoisted the Nanhua flag at once.

In the center of Yangon city, a tall Nanhua flag was also raised, symbolizing the Nanhua Democratic Federal Republic.

In Yangon's temporary conference room, the air was as stagnant as solidified grease; outside the window lay the war‑torn streets, and the Expeditionary Force soldiers continued to clean the battlefield.

Jiang Anguo also settled three hundred thousand people in Yangon; considering Yangon originally had four hundred thousand residents, this makes it a very large city in Southeast Asia.

Because the Japanese Army advanced into Myanmar, most of the Chinese in Yangon fled north, leaving behind primarily Myanmar residents.

This Yangon campaign caused many deaths in the city.

And all this was brought by the Japanese; it has little to do with Jiang Anguo—war inevitably brings casualties.

Jiang Anguo's gaze fell on Xiao Ze Zhi Sanlang opposite him; this Japanese Navy Lieutenant General differed vastly from all the Japanese Army generals he had previously dealt with.

Xiao Ze Zhi Sanlang wore a navy uniform faded to white, the golden star on his shoulder insignia dimmed, the raggedness of defeat barely evident on him, yet it did not conceal the composure etched into his bones.

He did not have the fierce expression of Zhu Nei Kuan, nor the near‑mad ferocity seen in Nei Shan Yingta Lang or Left Zuomu Dao Yi.

He merely gave a slight nod, his gaze calmly returning to Jiang Anguo; there was no murderous intent, only a prudent appraisal, as if assessing the weight of this Chinese general before him and contemplating Japan's path after defeat.

What puzzled Xiao Ze Zhi Sanlang was that the young man before him was a Major General; in his memory, such a young Huaxia Major General in Myanmar should be the intelligence officer connected to the Chinese general Jiang Anguo.

At the same time he wondered why he was being met by a Major General.

Rather than the Chinese army commander Du Yuming, or the American general Stilwell.

Jiang Anguo broke the silence first, his voice steady and devoid of extra emotion: "Lieutenant General Xiao Ze, today I ask you to come forward, no need for roundabout words. The Myanmar battlefield is now clear, the Japanese Army's defeat is settled, I wish to hear your thoughts."

He deliberately slowed his tone, yet remained vigilant; past clashes with Japanese Army officers taught him that the more seemingly gentle an opponent, the less one can let guard down.

Xiao Ze Zhi Sanlang slowly raised his hand, his movements unhurried, truly bearing a hint of a Confucian general's bearing.

"General Jiang, speaking plainly, very good."

His Chinese was not fluent, yet his diction was clear.

"The defeat is indisputable; as soldiers we are willing to bear the appropriate responsibility. However, I have one thing I do not understand: you differ from the Chinese generals I have seen, and also from our army's land commanders; you lack the vengeful fury—why?"

In the Shanghai–Suzhou campaign, Xiao Ze Zhi Sanlang had seen Chinese soldiers, and his eyes seemed to want to devour them.

Jiang Anguo's mouth curved into a faint smile, his gaze growing firmer: "Our troops entered Myanmar to protect our homeland and drive out invaders, not for simple revenge. Fury cannot solve problems; only calm and clarity can truly end this war and allow the people peace."

He paused, his eyes sweeping over Xiao Ze Zhi Sanlang, "In contrast, your army's land commanders—Zhu Nei Kuan's impatience, Nei Shan Yingta Lang's and Left Zuomu Dao Yi's ferocity—are merely beasts cornered. They see only slaughter, never considering that the end of war is never destruction."

Hearing this, Xiao Ze Zhi Sanlang fell silent for a moment, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: resentment, helplessness, and a barely perceptible sense of agreement.

"General, your words are absolutely correct," he said softly, his tone tinged with fatigue, "Our army is too obsessed with victory and the so‑called 'Bushido', forgetting the essence of war. They regard killing as honor, surrender as disgrace, yet they do not realize that doing the impossible is not bravery but folly."

Xiao Ze Zhi Sanlang was well aware of the current plight of the Great Japan Empire, entrenched in the Huaxia Battlefield and attacking the United States; even after annihilating the United States' main fleet at Midway, he knew all too well the strength of the Americans.

"I have seen many of your soldiers; among them, many do not truly desire war, merely swept up by the so‑called 'militarism'," Jiang Anguo's tone softened slightly.

"Since you have been captured by me, General, I hope you can assist the Nanhua in training its navy," Jiang Anguo stated the purpose of this discussion.

Training the navy!

"Nani!" Xiao Ze Zhi Sanlang was surprised not by the training itself but by the Nanhua navy.

He quickly composed himself; he is a commander and also a general overseeing naval logistics.

"General, I presume the fleet that defeated me in Myanmar waters was not an American fleet!" Xiao Ze Zhi Sanlang said, looking at Jiang Anguo.

Jiang Anguo gave a mysterious smile, "Oh, why would the General ask that!"

"This fleet includes American warships and German warships. It belongs neither to the United States nor to Huaxia, but seems more like it belongs to your fleet," Xiao Ze Zhi Sanlang said confidently.

Xiao Ze Zhi Sanlang and a group of Japanese Navy captives boarded the Binhai destroyer, and at such close range they could all see the Zhenyuan battleship protected in the middle by the destroyer, as well as the Dingyuan cruiser.

Especially the Zhenyuan; in Xiao Ze Zhi Sanlang's view, only the Yamato could match it.

Jiang Anguo did not expect that Xiao Ze Zhi Sanlang's assessment was so accurate.

ps: The title may have been wrong earlier, and it failed review without notice; too difficult.