Building a Conglomerate in Another World

The sun rose over the battle-scarred plains of northern China, casting long shadows across trenches, craters, and abandoned fortifications. For months, the Chinese forces had been on the defensive, battered and outmatched by the technological superiority of the Japanese. But today, the tide was shifting.

At the command center in Liaodong, General Wei Zhang stood over a large map of the region, his hands clasped behind his back. Around him, officers hurriedly exchanged updates and issued orders over crackling radios. The situation was tense but hopeful.

"We’ve received reports from the northern sector," one officer announced. "The Japanese forces have begun to fall back. Our armored units are advancing faster than anticipated."

General Zhang’s eyes flicked toward the officer, his face calm but determined. "And the casualties?"

"Minimal, sir," the officer replied. "The new equipment is proving effective against their defenses." @@novelbin@@

Zhang nodded, his gaze returning to the map. The deployment of Hesh Industries’ advanced vehicles and weapons had changed everything. The M-87 armored vehicles, with their reinforced plating and firepower, allowed Chinese forces to punch through Japanese lines with unprecedented efficiency. Precision rifles and portable mortars gave their infantry the edge they desperately needed.

In the northern front, a column of M-87s moved steadily across open terrain, their angular designs cutting an imposing figure against the backdrop of smoke and fire. Inside one of the vehicles, Captain Lin Guang reviewed the mission briefing with his crew.

"Our objective is to secure the rail junction at Haicheng," Lin said, his voice steady. "It’s a key supply line for the Japanese. Once it’s under our control, they’ll be forced to retreat further south."

The driver nodded, gripping the controls. "Understood, Captain."

As they approached the target, Japanese forces opened fire from fortified positions. Machine guns rattled, and artillery shells screamed overhead. The M-87s pressed forward, their armor absorbing the brunt of the assault. Lin’s vehicle halted briefly, its turret swiveling to lock onto an enemy bunker.

"Fire!" Lin ordered.

The cannon roared, sending a high-velocity shell straight into the bunker. The explosion sent debris flying, silencing the machine gun within. Behind the armored vehicles, Chinese infantry surged forward, using the M-87s as mobile cover.

Lieutenant Zhang Wei led his squad through the chaos, his new Hesh rifle at the ready. Spotting a cluster of Japanese soldiers retreating toward a trench, he raised his weapon and fired. The rifle’s precision and range were unmatched, cutting down targets with surgical accuracy.

"Keep moving!" Zhang shouted to his men. "We’ve got them on the run!"

By midday, the rail junction was under Chinese control. The Japanese forces, cut off from their supply lines, began a disorganized retreat. Smoke billowed from burning equipment, and the sounds of sporadic gunfire faded into the distance.

Word of the victory at Haicheng spread quickly through the ranks, boosting morale and solidifying the belief that the Japanese were no longer invincible. Over the next few weeks, Chinese forces launched a series of coordinated counteroffensives, each one chipping away at the Japanese hold on the mainland.

In the south, the city of Jinzhou became the site of a fierce battle. Japanese tanks, previously a symbol of their dominance, found themselves outmatched by the M-87s. The Chinese vehicles, equipped with superior targeting systems and armor, dominated the urban battlefield.

Major Chen Liang, commanding the Jinzhou operation, watched from a rooftop as his forces advanced through the city. Explosions rocked the streets below, and the crack of rifle fire echoed off the buildings.

"Report," Chen said into his radio.

"Sector three is secure," came the reply. "The Japanese are retreating toward the river."

Chen allowed himself a rare smile. "Good. Pursue them, but maintain caution. They’ll try to regroup on the other side."

Meanwhile, in the air, Chinese reconnaissance planes equipped with advanced targeting systems provided real-time intelligence. This allowed ground forces to anticipate Japanese movements and strike with precision. The Japanese, unable to match the speed and coordination of the Chinese counteroffensives, found themselves increasingly outmaneuvered.

By early November, Japanese forces were concentrated in a shrinking pocket near the coast. General Zhang stood in his command tent, studying the latest reports. The plan for the final push was risky but necessary.

"We’ll encircle their remaining forces here," Zhang said, pointing to a position on the map. "Our armored units will lead the charge, supported by infantry and artillery. We cannot allow them to regroup or escape."

The operation began at dawn. The M-87s moved in a wide arc, cutting off escape routes and trapping the Japanese between the advancing Chinese forces and the coastline. Artillery shells rained down on enemy positions, forcing them to abandon fortified defenses.

On the ground, Captain Lin’s unit spearheaded the assault. His vehicle plowed through enemy barricades, its cannon methodically destroying targets. Behind him, waves of infantry advanced, their rifles and mortars laying down suppressing fire.

The Japanese fought fiercely, but their morale was crumbling. The realization that they were outmatched—technologically and strategically—sapped their will to fight. By the time the Chinese reached the final stronghold, many Japanese soldiers were surrendering rather than facing certain defeat.

As the sun set over the battlefield, the Chinese flag was raised over the Japanese command post. General Zhang arrived to survey the scene, his expression a mixture of relief and exhaustion. The mainland was secure, and the Japanese had been forced to retreat entirely to their ships.

Ambassador Li Ming, who had been monitoring the situation from a nearby city, sent an urgent message to Matthew Hesh.

"Mr. Hesh," the message read, "your support has turned the tide of this war. The Chinese people owe you a debt of gratitude. This victory would not have been possible without the advanced technology your company provided."

Back at Hesh Industries, Matthew read the message in his office. Robert stood nearby, watching him closely.

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"Looks like the Chinese are satisfied with the weapons," Matthew said. "They effectively use the new technology, and adapt quicker than we have anticipated."

"That’s true—but I wonder how the Japanese would react when they found out about that," Robert commented.

"That’s the president problem, not ours," Matthew replied.