"The Island Nation had been knocked flat for the time being. Although there would certainly be a decisive battle with them in the future, at least for the short term, they would behave themselves." Oscar stood in his office, looking at the world map hanging on the wall.
What he most enjoyed doing now was studying maps. The map was changing almost every day, because Germany's sphere of influence was constantly expanding.
This time, after defeating the Island Nation, Germany could reclaim all of its colonies in the Pacific Ocean. Although those colonies were relatively barren islands, their geographical positions were extremely important. By controlling those islands, Germany could hammer countless nails into the Pacific Ocean. Combined with the future Air Force or Naval Aviation, they would be enough to build a defensive line across the Pacific. It could be used not only against the Island Nation, but against the Americans as well.
"Not only did the Island Nation fail to seize Southeast Asia this time, it suffered devastating losses instead. However, they definitely would not let the matter rest. Defeating them this time had instead stirred up the hatred in their hearts. From here on, they would surely sleep on brushwood and taste gall. Next time, we might have to face an even stronger Island Nation!" Oscar muttered to himself.
Oscar understood the Island Nation far better than anyone else in this era. It was precisely because of that that he concluded they had certainly already regarded Germany as an enemy with whom there could be no coexistence. The two countries were destined to fight one day. Furthermore, the Americans had begun supporting the Island Nation without sparing any effort, allowing its strength to recover rapidly. By then, Germany would have to confront a powerful Island Nation. Defeating them