Chapter 13: China Limitless Ambition Part 2
Leiforian Sea, 9th Day of the 7th Month, Year 10640, Central Calendar
The rhythmic hum of engines resonated through China's South Sea Fleet as it steamed steadily eastward. On the bridge of the flagship, a colossal aircraft carrier named PLANS Nanjing, Admiral Li Pengcheng stood with a watchful eye. His gaze fixed on the horizon, where the first of their enormous Xin Hai Xun dual-fuel powered trailing suction hopper dredger ships appeared like steel titans.
These vessels, ordered by CCCC Shanghai Dredging, are feats of engineering. Measuring 155.7 meters in length, 32 meters in breadth, 13.5 meters in depth, and with a structural draft of 9.9 meters, they dominate the seas with their imposing presence. Each ship boasts a hopper capacity of 17,000 cubic meters, designed for the most demanding dredging operations. Their primary power source is LNG clean energy, with a substantial capacity of 15,000 cubic meters, marking a significant advancement in sustainable maritime technology. Additionally, the ships are equipped with a backup diesel power system, ensuring they remain operational even if LNG refueling becomes impossible. These vessels were developed independently in China, showcasing the nation's growing expertise in cutting-edge maritime technology.
Their mission was clear and ambitious: to construct artificial islands, extend China's territorial control, and claim the oil-rich waters near the Kingdom of Irnetia. This strategic operation aimed to solidify China's presence and secure valuable resources, asserting its dominance in the region.
"Admiral Li, we're approaching the designated coordinates," reported Captain Wang Zhiyuan, the young but capable officer standing at attention beside him.
Li Pengcheng nodded, his face expressionless but his mind racing with the enormity of the task ahead. "Very well, Captain. Signal the fleet to commence operations. We must establish our presence before the Irnetians can mount a response."
With the order relayed, the fleet sprang into action. The dredging ships, designed for efficiency and power, began their work with military precision. Giant arms extended into the ocean depths, sucking up vast quantities of sand and silt. The water churned violently as the seabed was transformed into raw material for new land.
Onboard one of the dredging ships, Chief Engineer Liu Wei barked orders through a loudspeaker. "Increase the suction power by 20%! We need more volume! And ensure the sediment dispersers are functioning at full capacity. We cannot afford delays."
The scene was a chaotic symphony of machinery and manpower. Cranes swung heavy loads into place, and welders worked tirelessly, sparks flying into the sea air. Pontoons were positioned strategically, creating the framework upon which the new islands would rise. The artificial land grew steadily, a testament to human ingenuity and determination.
Back on the Nanjing, Admiral Li Pengcheng monitored the progress with a critical eye. "How long until the first island is stable?" he asked.
Lieutenant Mei Xiang, a logistics officer with a sharp mind, consulted her tablet. "At this rate, we should have the first structure stabilized within three days, sir. The second and third islands will follow shortly after."
Li Pengcheng nodded, satisfied. "Good. We need to establish a strong defensive perimeter as soon as possible. Notify the missile corvettes to patrol the area and ensure no interference from Irnetian forces."
"Aye, Admiral," Mei replied, relaying the command.
As night fell, the fleet continued its relentless pace. Floodlights illuminated the construction sites, casting eerie shadows across the water. On the horizon, the distant lights of Irnetia's coastal cities flickered, unaware of the approaching storm.
The next morning, Admiral Li stood on the newly formed island, feeling the crunch of fresh sand under his boots. The air was filled with the scent of salt and machinery. "It's only the beginning," he muttered to himself. "But soon, this will be the cornerstone of our dominance in the Second Civilization Zone."
Captain Wang approached, his expression serious. "Admiral, we've received intelligence that Irnetian naval forces are mobilizing. They might not be able to mount a significant challenge, but they won't sit idle."
Li Pengcheng smiled thinly. "Let them come. We'll be ready. Every challenge they pose will only justify our actions further. We are here to stay."
The sound of engines roared back to life as the dredging ships resumed their tireless work. In the distance, the second island began to take shape, another stepping stone in China's ambitious expansion. The mission was far from secret, and its implications would soon echo across the seas, altering the balance of power in the Second Civilization Zone forever.
The artificial islands, strategically placed, were more than mere land; they were symbols of China's unyielding resolve and technological prowess. The fleet worked around the clock, transforming the sea into a landscape of man-made structures. Each island was fortified, equipped with airstrips, missile installations, and radar systems. The vision was clear: a formidable chain of outposts extending China's reach and control over these vital waters.
Admiral Li, ever the strategist, knew the importance of these islands. They weren't just military bases; they were beacons of power, radiating China's influence across the region. The oil beneath the seabed was a prize, but the geopolitical leverage these islands provided was invaluable. Control over the surrounding waters meant control over trade routes, fishing grounds, and, crucially, a significant portion of the region's energy resources.
The operation was a bold statement of intent, a declaration that China was a force to be reckoned with in this new world. The artificial islands would serve as both defensive bastions and offensive platforms, ready to repel any who dared to challenge their sovereignty.
The fleet's relentless progress was a testament to China's determination. Every dredger, every engineer, every sailor played a part in this grand design. The creation of these islands was a monumental task, but one that China was uniquely equipped to undertake. Their success would not only demonstrate their technological and military capabilities but also send a clear message to the world: China's rise was unstoppable.
As the days passed, the islands took shape, rising from the sea as symbols of human ingenuity and ambition. The fleet's work was tireless, driven by a singular purpose. The artificial islands were a marvel of engineering, a testament to what could be achieved with vision, determination, and the will to dominate.
Admiral Li Pengcheng watched as the islands grew, his mind already planning the next steps. The establishment of these outposts was just the beginning. The future held even greater challenges and opportunities, and he was ready to face them head-on. The artificial islands were a bold move, but one that would secure China's place as a dominant power in Novus Orbis. And at the heart of it all stood Admiral Li, a man with the vision and the will to see it through.
Central Calendar Day 9, Month 1, Year 1641, Castle Lampall, Irnetia
Located approximately 1,500 kilometers west of the Mu continent's western seaboard lies the island kingdom of Irnetia, an expanse comparable in size to Britain. This island kingdom, much like its neighbor Paganda, has flourished as a crucial nexus of trade, bridging the outlying western nations and the Second Civilization Area. This strategic position has allowed Irnetia to amass wealth and prestige akin to the more advanced nations to their east. Over a thousand years of peace and prosperity as a commercial hub have shaped the people of Irnetia into a society known for its gentleness and meekness.
The capital city, Kilcrus, serves as the vibrant core of the kingdom, housing the majority of its population. Kilcrus is a bustling metropolis with streets lined with diverse trading posts. These markets offer an array of goods from distant lands, attracting buyers from various cultures and backgrounds who eagerly spend their wealth, confident in finding whatever they seek in this vibrant marketplace. At the center of this ancient trade capital stands the imposing Castle Lampall, a symbol of the kingdom's enduring strength and tradition.
Within the formidable walls of Castle Lampall, a crucial meeting was about to take place, involving the highest-ranking officials of Irnetia. Among those present were:
His Majesty, Irtis XIII, King of Irnetia
His Excellency, Lord Viri, Master of Diplomatic Affairs
Captain Leneria, Commander of the Capital Defense Force
General Nizuel, Commander of the Western Army
Numerous other key advisors and officials
As the officials took their seats in one of the many grand halls of Castle Lampall, the atmosphere was tense with anticipation. King Irtis XIII, a figure of regal composure, looked around the room at his assembled advisors. His gaze was firm and resolute, reflecting the gravity of the situation. Lord Viri, known for his diplomatic skill, was prepared to outline the dire circumstances and the proposed strategy for addressing the Chinese threat.
Captain Leneria, with her unwavering dedication to the defense of Kilcrus, and General Nizuel, a seasoned military leader, were both ready to contribute their insights and expertise. The room was filled with a sense of unity and determination, as each official understood the importance of the decisions to be made.
"We shall now commence this meeting," King Irtis XIII announced, his voice steady. The officials leaned in knowing that the path they chose would shape the future of Irnetia for generations to come.
"Your Majesty," began General Nizuel, rising from his chair, "China has seized all uninhabited islands in the Leiforian Sea. They have built artificial islands near our territorial waters, disrupting the marine ecosystem and stealing our fish. Their actions are not just a threat to our sovereignty but to our way of life. "
He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. "They are a threat unlike any we have encountered. Their naval power is unmatched, as evidenced by their crushing defeat of the Paganda navy. Reports suggest they possess aircraft capable of speeds surpassing sound itself and arrows of light that can guide themselves to their targets."''
The room murmured in disbelief. Lord Gavon, a senior noble known for his skepticism, scoffed. "General, such tales are fit for bedtime stories. No nation except the almighty Holy Milishial Empire, has weaponry of such fantastical power. Surely, these are exaggerations meant to intimidate us."
General Nizuel clenched his fists, his face stern. "I assure you, Lord Gavon, these are not mere rumors. The devastation witnessed by our spies in Paganda is real. Entire fleets obliterated within minutes. We cannot afford to underestimate this threat."
Captain Leneria shook her head in disbelief. "But the Holy Milishial Empire has been the supreme magical civilization for millennia. No nation could match their power. Are we to believe that these newcomers, in a mere two years, have developed such might?"
"Enough," interjected King Irtis XIII, raising his hand for silence. "We must approach this matter with the utmost seriousness. General, what do you propose as our course of action?"
"Your Majesty, engaging China at sea would be futile given their naval superiority. However, we might stand a chance on land, using our knowledge of the terrain and fortifying our defenses. But even then, our chances are slim without external support."
Lord Viri, the master of diplomatic affairs, stood up next. "Your Majesty, if I may, I believe the solution lies not in battle but in alliances. The Federation of the Commune of Mu is the dominant superpower in this region. If we offer them access to our military sites, we can provide them with a strategic advantage, potentially deterring China from further advances."
The king considered this. "An alliance with Mu could indeed shift the balance. But would it be enough?"
"That is where the Conference of the Elite Eleven comes in," Viri continued. "By presenting a united front with Mu and other sympathetic nations, we can bolster our diplomatic stance. We must move quickly and decisively."
As Viri spoke, a sudden commotion at the door drew everyone's attention. A soldier, breathless and anxious, entered the hall and saluted. "Your Majesty, an urgent report. A Chinese aircraft carrier has been spotted 130 kilometers west of Irnetia. It carries diplomats and has requested permission to dock at Dohbai."
The room erupted in outrage. "They refuse inspection and yet demand docking privileges?" Lord Gavon exclaimed. "This is an insult!"
King Irtis XIII raised his hand again, quieting the uproar. "This may be an opportunity in disguise. Let them dock at Dohbai. We will observe their actions and gather intelligence on their intentions."
"But Your Majesty," General Nizuel protested, "allowing them into our waters without inspection is a significant risk."
"I understand the risk, General," the king replied. "But this could provide invaluable insights into their strategy. We must be cautious, yet open to any advantage we can seize."
The decision made, the meeting adjourned, and preparations began for the Chinese diplomats' arrival.
Dohbai, Irnetia Kingdom
In the vibrant trade city of Dohbai, located in the heart of Irnetia, the harbor buzzed with constant activity. Ships from the Second Civilization Area and distant western nations, far beyond the recognized zones of civilization, filled the docks, their presence a testament to the city's thriving commerce. The air was thick with the sounds of trade—the creaking of wooden hulls as ships docked, the rhythmic clattering of cargo being loaded and unloaded, and the melodic shouts of merchants hawking their wares, mingling with the gruff voices of sailors discussing their latest voyages.
Amidst this lively symphony, one ship commanded everyone's attention, drawing all eyes towards it as if it were a magnet. It was unlike anything the people of Dohbai had ever seen, towering over the other vessels like a giant among men.
"What in the world is that?" a dockworker exclaimed, his voice carrying the astonishment felt by many who had paused their work to gawk at the spectacle. The ship was gargantuan, far exceeding the size and scale of any vessel they had previously encountered. It bore a striking resemblance to the advanced mechanical creations of Mu, renowned for their technological prowess, yet its immense size set it apart.
"A sail-less ship... Could it be a new type from Mu?" mused a merchant, raising his hand to shield his eyes from the glaring sun as he squinted to discern more details of the colossal vessel. His mind raced with possibilities, each more fantastical than the last.
"Look at the Irnetian warships escorting it. Must be someone important on board," another bystander observed, pointing out the sleek, formidable warships that flanked the massive vessel. Their presence signified the importance of the ship and its occupants, adding to the aura of mystery and significance surrounding its arrival.
As the townsfolk continued to watch with a blend of awe, discomfort, and curiosity, the immense vessel slowly but steadily made its way into the bustling harbor of Dohbai. The ship, revealed to be the Chinese aircraft carrier Nanjing, moved with an almost regal grace, its steel bulk casting long shadows over the smaller ships and the bustling docks. Its sheer size dwarfed everything around it, an imposing testament to the might and technological advancement of its creators.
Castle Lampall, Kilcrus, Irnetia (Six hours later)
Within the grand walls of Castle Lampall, Lord Viri and his aides awaited the arrival of the feared Chinese envoys. The atmosphere was tense; the fate of Irnetia seemed to hinge on this meeting. Viri, renowned for his diplomatic prowess, reiterated to his aides the importance of maintaining composure, regardless of the provocation they might face.
"Remember," Viri said, his voice calm but firm, "our goal is to understand their demands and find a way to negotiate. Do not let their arrogance provoke you."
A knock on the door announced the arrival of the Chinese diplomats. Four men entered: Xiong Bo, the leader with a cold, calculating demeanor; a muscular second-in-command who exuded an air of menace; a bespectacled intelligence officer who seemed to be constantly analyzing everything around him; and an aide carrying their baggage, silent and subservient.
Viri stepped forward, extending a hand in greeting. "Welcome to Irnetia, Mr. Xiong Bo. I am Lord Viri, chief diplomat of our kingdom."
Xiong Bo glanced at Viri's hand but did not shake it. Instead, he offered a curt nod. "Let us dispense with pleasantries, Lord Viri. We have much to discuss and little time to waste."
Viri's hand fell to his side, his expression remaining composed despite the snub. "Very well, Mr. Xiong. Please, have a seat."
As they settled around the table, Viri could sense the palpable arrogance emanating from Xiong Bo. The Chinese envoy wasted no time in laying out the demands.
"China has decided to extend a hand of cooperation to Irnetia," Xiong Bo began, his tone dripping with condescension. "Our terms are simple. Chinese citizens will have extraterritorial rights in your kingdom. The newly constructed islands are to be recognized as Chinese territories, thus subject to Chinese sovereignty. This includes all relevant maritime zones and rights."
Viri raised an eyebrow, feigning calm interest. "Could you elaborate on these terms, Mr. Xiong?"
Xiong Bo smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Certainly. To ensure there is no misunderstanding, I will detail each term clearly:
Internal Waters: These are waters on the landward side of the baseline from which the breadth of the territorial sea is measured. Full Chinese sovereignty will be exercised over these waters within the vicinity of the artificial islands.
Territorial Sea: The territorial sea extends up to 12 nautical miles from the baseline. Within this zone, China will have full sovereignty, including the right to regulate navigation, fishing, and other activities, subject to certain international legal principles. This effectively covers a substantial area previously under Irnetian control.
Contiguous Zone: This zone extends from the outer limit of the territorial sea up to 24 nautical miles from the baseline. In the contiguous zone, China will enforce customs, immigration, and sanitation laws, as well as prevent and punish certain offenses committed within its territory or territorial sea. Irnetian authorities will have no jurisdiction in these matters.
Exclusive Economic Zone (EEZ): The EEZ extends up to 200 nautical miles from the baseline. Within this zone, China will have sovereign rights to explore, exploit, conserve, and manage natural resources, both living and non-living, in the water column and on or beneath the seabed. Irnetian fishing and resource exploitation will be prohibited unless explicitly permitted by Chinese authorities.
Continental Shelf: The continental shelf is the seabed and subsoil of the submarine areas that extend beyond the territorial sea to the outer edge of the continental margin or to a distance of 200 nautical miles from the baselines. China will have sovereign rights to explore and exploit the resources of the continental shelf.
Viri's aides exchanged shocked glances, struggling to contain their disbelief. The terms were nothing short of a complete surrender of Irnetian sovereignty over vast stretches of their maritime territory.
"Mr. Xiong," Viri began, his voice carefully controlled, "these terms are extreme. You are essentially asking us to cede control of our own seas and resources. Is there no room for negotiation?"
Xiong Bo's eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. "There is no negotiation, Lord Viri. You either comply, or you face annihilation. Your military capabilities are laughable compared to ours. Do not forget the fate of Paganda."
General Nizuel, who had been silent until now, leaned forward, his voice seething with barely controlled rage. "Mr. Xiong, do not underestimate Irnetia. We may be smaller, but we will not be bullied into submission."
Xiong Bo laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "General, your bravado is commendable, but futile. Our aircraft fly faster than sound, our weapons strike with beams of light. Resistance is not just futile—it is suicidal."
The room fell silent, the weight of Xiong Bo's words sinking in. Viri, however, maintained his composure. "Mr. Xiong, you must understand that such demands will be met with resistance, not just from us but potentially from other nations as well. Irnetia is not isolated."
Xiong Bo smirked. "Other nations? The Federation of the Commune of Mu, perhaps? Do you truly believe they will risk their own security for your sake? China is unstoppable. Align with us, and you may yet prosper. Resist, and you will be crushed."
"Mr. Xiong, your demands are beyond unreasonable," Viri said, his voice steady but firm. "You are asking us to relinquish our sovereignty, our resources, and our dignity. This is not an offer of cooperation—it is a demand for subjugation."
Xiong Bo's smirk widened. "Call it what you will, Lord Viri. The reality remains unchanged. China's might is absolute. Your only viable option is to accept our terms and avoid the inevitable destruction that resistance would bring."
General Nizuel could contain himself no longer. "We will never bow to your tyranny! Irnetia has stood independent and proud for centuries. We will fight to the last man before we let you enslave us."
Xiong Bo's eyes turned cold, his tone dropping to a dangerous low. "General, you misunderstand your position. We are not here to negotiate. We are here to dictate. And you will comply, or your proud history will end in ruin."
Viri held up a hand to silence Nizuel before turning back to Xiong Bo. "Mr. Xiong, you leave us with no choice but to seek alternatives. Your arrogance will drive us to find allies who share our desire for freedom and sovereignty."
Xiong Bo rose from his seat, his entourage following suit. "You are free to try, Lord Viri. But know this: China's reach is long, and our patience is limited. You have until the end of the month to decide. Accept our terms, or face the consequences."
With that, the Chinese envoys departed, leaving a room filled with stunned silence and simmering anger. Once the heavy doors closed behind them, Viri's aides erupted in outrage.
"This is outrageous!" one aide exclaimed. "We must mobilize our forces and prepare for war!"
General Nizuel nodded in agreement. "I concur. We cannot allow them to dictate terms. We must defend our sovereignty."
Viri raised a hand for silence. "Gentlemen, while I share your outrage, we must be pragmatic. Outright conflict with China would be catastrophic. We cannot win this alone."
"What do you propose, then?" an aide asked, frustration evident in his voice.
Viri took a deep breath, his mind racing with possibilities. "We must seek alliances and external support. The Federation of the Commune of Mu and Leiforia Confederation is our best bet."
"But will Mu and Leiforia really help us?" another aide asked, skepticism clear in his tone.
Viri's eyes hardened with determination. "We have to make them see the threat China poses to regional stability. We must present a united front. I will personally lead a delegation to Mu and other potential allies. We must rally as much support as we can."
General Nizuel nodded, his respect for Viri evident. "I will begin preparations to strengthen our defenses. Should China make any aggressive moves, we must be ready."
Viri stood, his resolve unwavering. "Very well. I will inform the king of our plans. We will not let Irnetia fall. Together, we will forge a path to survival."