Building a Conglomerate in Another World

Chapter 218: Swift Victory

The Pacific Campaign: The Invasion of the Philippines

July 1896 – Amerathian Forces Mobilize for War in the Pacific

With Cuba secured and Spanish forces surrendering en masse, Amerathia’s war against Spain had entered its next phase. The victory in Havana had electrified the nation, bolstering support for the war effort, but in the halls of government, the focus had already shifted.

The real prize was across the ocean.

The Philippines.

A Spanish stronghold in the Pacific, the archipelago was rich in resources, strategically valuable, and home to a growing anti-Spanish insurgency. The Amerathian war planners saw it as a critical target—a stepping stone to further power in Asia.

President Matthew Hesh, however, saw it differently.

He had authorized the war against Spain for justice, not conquest. But with Cuba under Amerathian control, voices like Bradford’s had grown louder, pushing for total victory.

The Assistant Secretary of the Navy had orchestrated this war, and now he wanted more.

In a War Cabinet meeting, Matthew sat at the head of the table as maps of the Philippines were unrolled before him.

"Give me the latest status report," he ordered.

Admiral Jonathan Welles cleared his throat. "Our Pacific Fleet is en route to Manila Bay. We expect to arrive within the next two weeks. Spanish naval forces in the area are significantly weaker than ours, but they won’t go down without a fight."

General Nathaniel Harrington, the Army’s top commander, tapped the map. "The Philippines won’t be like Cuba. We’re dealing with dozens of islands, thick jungles, and an active native rebellion against the Spanish."

Matthew leaned forward. "Can we work with the rebels?"

Harrington nodded. "Possibly. They hate the Spanish, but they don’t trust us either. They might see us as just another foreign invader."

Bradford scoffed. "Who cares what they think? We take Manila, wipe out the Spanish garrison, and the islands will fall in line."

Matthew’s gaze darkened. "I care."

Bradford smirked but said nothing.

The Battle of Manila Bay – Amerathian Navy Crushes the Spanish Fleet

On July 20, 1896, Amerathia’s Pacific Fleet, consisting of four battleships, eight cruisers, and a dozen destroyers, arrived outside Manila Bay.

The Spanish fleet, outdated and understrength, had no choice but to fight.

At dawn, Amerathian naval gunners took their positions. Admiral Welles, standing aboard the USS Liberty, gave the order.

"Fire."

The first artillery shells shrieked through the air, slamming into Spanish warships anchored in the bay. Explosions rocked the coastline as fires erupted across the decks of enemy vessels.

"Mr. President, we can’t stop here."

Matthew looked up, unamused. "Excuse me?"

Bradford slapped a map of the Pacific onto his desk. "The Philippines is just the beginning. Amerathia has the most powerful military in the region now. We should expand further—Guam, the Carolines, the Marianas, maybe even China."

Matthew’s expression hardened. "That’s not why we went to war."

Bradford’s smile didn’t fade. "Isn’t it? The people support expansion. The economy is booming. The military is stronger than ever. Why stop now?"

Matthew stood, eyes locked onto Bradford. "Because I won’t turn Amerathia into an empire."

Bradford chuckled. "That’s too bad, Mr. President. Because Congress might decide that for you."

He turned and walked out, leaving Matthew staring at the map.

The war was over.

But the battle for Amerathia’s future had just begun.

***

July 25, 1896 – The White House, Washington D.C.

The celebrations across Amerathia were thunderous. The victory in Manila had electrified the nation, with newspapers printing bold headlines like:

"Amerathia Triumphs in the Pacific – Spanish Rule Ends in the Philippines!"

"A New Era for Amerathia Begins!"

"From Havana to Manila – Our Nation’s Destiny Unfolds!"

Yet, inside the White House, Matthew Hesh sat in his office, the weight of the world pressing down on him.

The war had been swift, brutal, and absolute. Amerathia had crushed Spanish forces in both the Caribbean and the Pacific, proving its military superiority. But winning the war was the easy part.

Now, he had to decide what kind of nation Amerathia would become.

Sinclair, the Secretary of War, walked into the office, holding the latest military report. "Sir, Spanish officials in Madrid have reached out. They’re asking for peace negotiations."

Matthew sighed, setting down his pen. "What terms are they proposing?"

Sinclair smirked. "They’re offering to surrender everything—Cuba, Puerto Rico, and the Philippines. They know they can’t hold them anymore."

Matthew leaned back. "And what does Congress say?"

Sinclair hesitated. "They want all of it."

Matthew exhaled sharply. "Of course, they do."