In order to capitulate the British empire, we must first land upon their beaches. Thankfully, Spain and Portugal are in a vital location to reach Britain with full supplies. Portugal allows us to walk through their territory.

[PERSIAN THEATRE]



Indian forces advance through the Russian occupation to capture some territory for themselves.

It is a crushing defeat, as expected of Persian veterans.

Crushing, but that is what pursuing the retreat is supposed to do.

[BURMESE THEATRE]



The Bengal region has been completely occupied as well as Burma's lost lands. Little resistance is encountered.

[PERSIAN THEATRE]



British soldiers move from their mountains to engage our army within the desert.

Flat landscape with a slight slope, mountains within the distance. From this, a new weapon is forged. Not even the bravest can survive.

To reach the British Isles, we need supplies and men, as well as a staging point from which to launch the offensive. Beja, Portugal to the UK.

This attack would be weakened should we follow through the Panama canal, however, there is another canal that is much closer to Europe.

The Suez is to be seized.

[PERSIAN THEATRE]



Brits once again pour from the mountains into our entrenched positions, but this time, are greeted with machine guns, artillery, and gas.

This is the start of a new era. Thousands can and will be killed before our weaponry.

Zahedan begins to look a little green from all the rotting corpses left to be taken back by nature.



Meanwhile our fleet approaches the Suez.

No resistance encountered on the sea, nor by the landing areas.

A month passes as local forts are captured as well as the canal. No British, French, Russian, or even Austro-Hungarian troops. The break from fighting has allowed our troops to organize the chain of command to better execute missions.

It is only natural that infiltration is better studied to inflict heavier casualties.

[BURMESE THEATRE]



A new army is detected and reinforcements are to sweep up from Burma to Bengal, then engage the enemy 3:1. The other forces are to continue securing and leading the locals to revolt against British rule.

[PERSIAN THEATRE]



Russian forces have occupied Persia and have seemingly disappeared. We can only imagine they have left to deal with some Balkan trouble.

The Suez mission has been a complete success. The armies that have worked to secure Egypt are given time to rest, then get back on the boats.



Britain will fall.

[PERSIAN THEATRE]



Seeing the lack of Russian forces, the newly enlisted soldiers work alongside the Persian veterans to free Persia.

[BURMESE THEATRE]



The British army works to free their puppets, but to no avail. Back up arrives and annihilates the poorly defended.

They are like petals

To our trees and its branches

They fall while we stand

[EUROPEAN THEATRE]



Our soldiers land among a port and a province neighboring London. Combined they should be 300,000 strong.

Just like the fires from which swords are made, shields come too. The mobilized soldiers are to attack any day, while we have already landed and created the defenses. Should they luckily use our methods of war against us, we will be ready. Gas mask and gas attack come hand in hand.

The first shot is fired, and all hell breaks loose. Though we are barely outnumbered, the clear advantage lies with us. Every man has an artillery piece behind his back, and the flanks are protected by cavalry.

Days pass, and the first landing zone's armies split, one to guard the port, and the other to seize the nearby fort. By day 20, both landing zones have seen conflict. The enemy is mowed down.

2 more days pass and the tides have revealed to the British what was already known to us. They cannot pierce our armor, while our steel cuts through them. The already demoralized soldiers fighting on the Eastern half have begun to either retreat, deserted, or be killed en masse. The center holds firm, while the Western half is to see the same fate.

Not even 4,000 dead Japanese soldiers lay in Brighton, while hundreds of thousands of Brits line the streets. Each battle is like the one before it. Its like watching a timeline unfold along the coast.

Meanwhile a regiment or two try to restore British rule in Egypt. Spoiler: They don't.

[EUROPEAN THEATRE]



Reinforcements arrive only to be horrified at what they see. They can't even use their dead comrades for cover, they run over corpses to meet the same fate.

Every man piled in is one guaranteed death. Too many British civilians caught in the crossfire.

Is that you China? Is this me?

Bullets fly and more Brits are sent to die.

62,000 men standy, defending London, only to see the horrified faces of the generals ordering this massacre.



Stop the madness and let Britain fall, or kill more men to slow their progress?

An actual army sent with proper artillery support meets the same fate as those with none. Until they put down their arms, the advance will never stop!

(They had 500 when I landed. God is cruel)

The initial landing force splits into its composite armies to efficiently control the land occupied. To prove their might, one weakened army pushes into the British force attempting to cut off supplies.

An easy victory for both armies fighting. The coastal battle is to end soon while the one North is but a meat grinder.

The Whalesbone flows red with blood.

Superior firepower combined with superior manpower. Entrenchments such as these stand no chance against gas.

St.Albans is a lost cause for the British, a final attempt to thwart the Japanese advance.

All that is left is delaying the march to the North.

And delay they will. They throw every man against our guns in hope of slowing them down. Whether or not the guilt from killing so many or the sheer amount of dead to move is to slow us down is debatable

A defeat near Wales allows us to put more troops into London, and furthers the agenda.

7 land units came in, 7 armies came out.

Its not even funny, it is that easy.

At least a million boys and then some lay dead in Britain. Yet they refuse a surrender. They refuse to save the lives of their people.

Democracy is evil and corrupt. The little power the people had was misused to bring in morons and the incompetent into positions of power. It is too frail and weak if it can so easily blind an entire nation.

They have paid in blood, but it is not enough. They will pay in destruction.

Let the artillery fly, and let the flags be hoist.

Artist's rendition of the Palace after Japanese conquest.

Still no surrender, eh? No matter.

No matter at all. Every year that passes, we advance in our military technology. Every year is another in which you fall behind.

Every river will run red.

Every river. We do not so easily forgive traitors to treaties.

We remember what you have done in Burma and Siam.

Kill every Brit!

TO HELL! NOTHING CAN STOP THE JAPANESE WAR MACHINE UNLESS IT IS BRITAIN'S DEMISE!

Just give up. Please.

You are literally killing yourself. You can end this...

So we are going to play that game. Okay. The game of politics and diplomacy.





Try using a sanction on the battlefield. We need not your exports nor your material.

A hopeless offense against the Japanese will never win.

Courage is needed to fight and honor is needed to win.

The speed at which Britain is captured increases each day.

Like they aren't even trying.

Our faithful ally attempts to use the fall of Britain as a European power balance to regain its rightful land. Germany does not help, so it goes as you would expect it to.

A small fleet is thrust from its port to escape destruction, only to run into the Imperial Fleet. Not a sailor survives.

Our people grow weary of this oversea war that, to them, has cost them much.

Have some safety regulation or whatever.

No soldier stands upon the British mainland lest it be a Japanese soldier. Only militias to squash.

Guatemala and Canada take a vacation to Vietnam.

They do not have their green cards.

The supply lines are already strained, so the fleet takes a break in a captures harbor.

Seeing at how the war could last until they are fully occupied, The United Kingdom is willing to negotiate a treaty. A Japanese treaty.

And thus the war is ended. The remaining militants put down their arms to raise them against the parliament, while the troops deserve a vacation somewhere warm.

Almost 300,000 came in, and the same amount left.

Japan is victorious.

Take a small break from conquest to resupply our men, resupply the factories, and try to negotiate ending the sanctions.

Britain is to be expelled from India and Africa, so we will take their place and give the locals a fair rule. These are colonies and are to be treated as such.

The troops take a break and kickback in Portugal. In exchange, they lookout for any rebels the Portuguese government might face. The presence alone is enough to suppress.

Egypt was granted complete independence, but this would mean we have to take the long way around Africa...

The army deserves no such fate. Rather, they deserve new uniforms and some more fun in the sun.