EBE Chapter 1106 Entering the City
Chapter 1106 Entering the City
&34;Boom, boom, boom!&34;
There was a rapid knock on the door.
"Come in." Su Zhengyang was reviewing documents.
Stein pushed open the door, his face full of excitement: "President! Kyoto has been taken! Klinghe and his men...they have taken over the entire Kyoto!"
Su Zhengyang slowly stood up and walked to the window. Although he tried his best to remain calm, the light in his eyes could not be concealed.
"Where is the Emperor's Palace?" he asked in a deep voice.
"It was razed to the ground!" Stein stepped forward quickly, "Klinger said that the entire palace has been reduced to ruins. The body of Emperor Rento is buried under the ruins!"
Su Zhengyang turned around, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes: "Good! Very good!"
He strode to his desk and said, "Get ready now. I'm going to the city myself!"
"Mr. President!" Stein said immediately, "I have asked the General Staff to draw up a plan for entering the city. The Death's Head Division is responsible for maintaining stability throughout the city, and the Imperial Division, the Revitalization Division, and the Northern Division have already deployed defenses at various important roads."
"Notify Klinghe and the others." Su Zhengyang adjusted his military uniform, "I will hold a ceremony on the ruins of the Emperor's Palace. Let the whole world see the end of the Fuso Empire!"
&34;Yes!&34;
Stein left quickly, and soon a series of orders were passed down:
Guards ready,
Armored troops in place.
The Air Force escort formation is on standby.
Ground security forces deployed.
Su Zhengyang stood in front of the mirror and carefully pinned his collar badge. This commander from another world had led China to victory in just four years.
"Four years..." he whispered to himself, "I have been waiting for this day since I came into this world..."
Outside the window, the roar of a helicopter could be heard.
Ahead was the city he had been waiting for for so long.
The heart of the Fusang Empire,
That target symbolizes the enemy's arrogance.
Now, it has finally surrendered to China's iron hoof.
"Let's go." Su Zhengyang strode out, "It's time to go see this city."
&34;The presidential motorcade sets off!&34;
The command vehicle started slowly. Su Zhengyang sat in the car and looked out the window. The armored forces of the Guards Flag Division provided close protection. Tiger tanks and Type 4 armored vehicles were connected end to end, firmly protecting the presidential motorcade in the middle.
&34;Huh! Huh! Huh!&34;
The roar of engines could be heard overhead. The First Air Division's air formation was circling at low altitude, with FW-190 fighters and Ju-87 dive bombers ready to take action. In higher airspace, the Me-109 fighter squadron was in combat formation, blocking air superiority.
"Report to the President," the adjutant reported, "In front is Klinge's Imperial Division, on the wings are the armored units of the Skeleton Division, and in the rear is the Grenadiers of the Revitalization Division. The entire convoy route has been completely controlled."
Su Zhengyang nodded, and the convoy began to drive into Kyoto.
Fully armed soldiers lined up on both sides of the street. MG42 machine gunners occupied every commanding height, and armored vehicles blocked every fork in the road. Any possible threat was nipped in the bud.
"President!" Klinger's voice came from the communicator, "Welcome to Kyoto!"
Su Zhengyang looked out the window. This once prosperous city was now in ruins. The smoke of gunpowder had not yet dissipated, and the ruins were everywhere, with traces of fighting everywhere.
Armored vehicles rolled through the streets, the sound of their tracks echoing in the silent streets. Occasionally, you could see Fuso civilians hiding behind windows, their eyes filled with fear.
"The palace area is ahead," the adjutant reminded.
Su Zhengyang looked into the distance. The once magnificent buildings were now only ruins. The Chinese military flag was flying high above the ruins, announcing the new master of the city.
The convoy continued to move forward, and the steel torrent rolled through the streets of Kyoto. At this moment, the whole world would know: the heart of the Fuso Empire had been trampled under the feet of China.
Su Zhengyang stood in front of the Emperor's Palace, his eyes sweeping across the ruins before him.
The once magnificent palace complex no longer exists, with broken walls and ruins destroyed by artillery fire everywhere. Only the charred pillars of the throne hall remain, the golden roof of the congratulatory hall is shattered, and the imperial garden has become a scorched earth with craters everywhere. The exquisite glazed tiles and gilded decorations are now buried deep under the ruins.
He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. The flame flickered in the dark sky.
"President," Klinger stepped forward, "Originally this was the main hall, over there was the throne room, and further on..."
"No need to say more." Su Zhengyang exhaled a puff of smoke, "They have all become history."
The smell of gunpowder and scorched earth still lingered in the air. Occasionally a breeze blew, stirring up the ashes on the ground. The Chinese military flag fluttered above the ruins, as if announcing the new owner of this land.
Su Zhengyang took a deep puff of cigarette, his eyes sharpened: "Is this the imperial palace that the Fuso people are so proud of? Is this the sacred place in their hearts?"
"It's ridiculous, isn't it?" He flicked the ash off his cigarette. "The gods they worshipped and the emperor they revered are now buried deep under these ruins."
Klinghe and the others stood silently. The ruins before them witnessed the fall of an empire and the end of an era.
Su Zhengyang threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his military boots: "Get ready, let the whole world see the end of the Fusang Empire."
&34;Kneel down!&34;
The soldiers led a group of people dressed in luxurious clothes. Their kimonos were covered with dust, but their noble faces could not hide their identities.
"Your Excellency the President of China..." A young man trembled and spoke. It was Prince Changshun, the youngest son of Emperor Rendong who he disliked the most. He knelt on the ground with his forehead against the dust.
Empress Michiko knelt beside her, her luxurious kimono was already torn, but she still maintained her dignity. Several concubines knelt behind her, some of them weeping.
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty..." the queen asked tremblingly.
Su Zhengyang did not answer, but looked coldly at the group of royal family members who were once high and mighty. More than a dozen royal family members knelt on the ground. Among them were princes, ministers, and important officials. At this moment, they all lowered their heads and dared not look directly at Su Zhengyang.
"Emperor Rento is dead," Klinghe said coldly, "buried under these ruins."
"Ah!" The queen uttered a cry of grief and collapsed to the ground. The concubines cried even louder.
Prince Changshun trembled all over: "Mr. President... please have mercy... we are willing to..."
"Show mercy?" Su Zhengyang sneered, "When you invaded my country, did you ever think of showing mercy? When you massacred my compatriots, did you ever think of showing mercy?"
The royal family members trembled. They never thought that one day they would kneel before their enemies and beg for mercy.
"Take them to the shelter." Su Zhengyang turned around and said, "Let them see with their own eyes how their empire was destroyed."
The soldiers escorted the prisoners away. As they passed the ruins, Empress Michiko looked at the broken walls and finally broke down and cried.
Su Zhengyang just watched all this coldly. These people, these once high and mighty royal family members, are now nothing more than prisoners of the defeated country.