SFS Chapter 1064 Authentic
Chapter 1064 Authentic
The two regiments of the city defense army rushed to the Imperial Palace at the fastest speed. The roar of armored vehicles and military trucks cut through the night sky, and the soldiers were fully armed and looked solemn.
When they arrived at the scene, tens of thousands of workers were surrounding the Imperial Palace.
"Everyone leave immediately!" The top commander picked up the loudspeaker and said in a cold voice, "This is a restricted area. If you don't evacuate, we will take compulsory measures!"
Chang Wujiang stood at the front of the crowd: "We want to see the emperor! You must give us an explanation!"
"Final warning," the commander's voice became even more severe, "Evacuate immediately! Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!"
The workers remained unmoved and continued to chant slogans.
The top commander's face instantly turned pale. He put down the megaphone and turned to his adjutant: "Disperse these troublemakers!"
The armored vehicles began to move forward, and the soldiers raised their rifles. The workers saw this, but they had no intention of retreating.
"Ready!" The top commander raised his hand.
Chang Wujiang took the lead and shouted: "Brothers, don't be afraid! We want justice for ourselves!"
"aim!"
The workers linked arms and formed a human wall.
The top commander slashed his hand down: "Fire!"
"Bang! Boom! Boom!"
Gunshots exploded in the night sky.
A tragedy is unfolding in the square in front of the Imperial Palace.
Amid the intensive gunfire, workers fell down in droves like wheat being cut. Blood shone brightly in the moonlight, screams and wails intertwined, echoing in the night sky. Armored vehicles ran over the crowd mercilessly, leaving a trail of shocking blood.
"Help me..." A young worker rolled on the ground in pain, holding his abdomen pierced by a bullet. Blood continued to flow from his fingers, but no one dared to stop and help him.
"Xiaotian! Xiaotian!" A middle-aged worker tried to pull up his son, but found that he was no longer breathing. He knelt on the ground, holding his son's body and crying, until a bullet ended his life.
Broken limbs and torn bodies were everywhere. Some people's chests were beaten to a bloody pulp, some had their heads shattered by bullets, and some were run over by armored vehicles, their bodies unrecognizable.
"Brothers..." Chang Wujiang's voice trembled for the first time. He looked at the workers who fell around him, his eyes full of pain and anger. These people were all workers who believed him and followed him to seek justice.
An old worker was hit in the leg by a bullet and fell to the ground. He tried to get up, but was hit by continuous bullets and his flesh and blood flew everywhere. His last cry was in the direction of the Emperor's Palace: "Why... Why do you do this to us..."
"Run!" someone shouted.
The solid human wall began to collapse, and the workers fled in all directions. Some were shot in the back while fleeing, stumbling to the ground; some tried to help their injured companions, but were also caught up by the ruthless bullets.
A young couple tried to escape hand in hand. After the husband was shot and fell to the ground, his wife held him tightly and refused to leave. In the end, they both fell in a pool of blood.
"Help! Someone save my child!" A mother cried frantically while holding her child who was hit by a stray bullet. Her child was so young and had only come with her to ask for an explanation, but he closed his eyes forever.
The armored vehicles rolled over the bodies of the wounded, making sickening noises. Some injured workers saw the armored vehicles coming but no longer had the strength to crawl away. They could only watch in despair as death approached step by step.
"Beasts! You beasts!" Some workers angrily threw stones at the soldiers, only to be met with even more intense hail of bullets.
The square was littered with blood and broken limbs, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Some workers tried to hide behind buildings, but were blown to pieces by grenades.
The massacre lasted for nearly half an hour. When the gunfire gradually subsided, the square in front of the Imperial Palace had become a land of death. The ground was full of workers' bodies, and the blood gathered into a river, shining a frightening light under the moonlight.
At the Prime Minister's Office, Watanabe Motoyasu looked at Tojo Takehide with a worried look on his face: "Sir, you sent the regiment responsible for guarding here to take over the defense of the Imperial Palace. In this way, your own safety..."
At least the city is safe now," Tojo Yuei interrupted him, his eyes sharp, "The safety of the Emperor's Palace is the top priority. "
He walked to the window and looked at the fire in the distance: "The Chinese country has been causing so much trouble, just to lure the tiger away from the mountain and create loopholes in our city defense system."
"You mean..." Watanabe Motoyasu thought.
"That's right," Tojo Yuei said in a deep voice, "We must get the city defense forces out as soon as possible and return to their respective garrison positions. Otherwise, once there is a gap in the city defense system..."
He didn't finish his words, but Watanabe Motoyasu already understood the danger.
In the distance, the sound of gunfire continued, indicating that the massacre in front of the Emperor's Palace was still going on. And in this bloody night, a greater crisis was quietly approaching.
The Bunkyo Ward was exceptionally quiet late at night.
The Mitsui family's mansion covers a very large area, with rockery, pavilions and towers, and it looks particularly secluded under the moonlight.
"Another patrol team of the city defense army." The middle-aged man guarding the second floor said softly. His name is Inoue Yong, and he is the captain of Mitsui Shou's personal guard.
"Don't worry, they won't notice this place," the young man sitting by the window blew out a smoke ring, "the Mitsui family's business in Bunkyo District is already commonplace for them."
The young man was called Kenichi Sato, another confidant of Mitsui Hisashi.
"Mr. Xiong Chang said," Inoue Yong lowered his voice, "there will be two elite teams from China entering the city through the tunnel."
Sato Takeru nodded. "They are a special operations team sent by the Imperial Division and the Northern Division. They are all elite troops who have undergone special training."
The two of them looked at the hidden tunnel exit behind the rockery at the same time. It was covered by dense vegetation, and if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't find anything unusual.
"This tunnel was built by the Mitsui family decades ago," said Inoue Yong, "and it connects to a secret base ten kilometers outside the city."
"Well," Sato Kenichi put out his cigarette, "I have been maintaining it in secret all these years, just for today."
There were bursts of explosions in the distance, and the sky in the direction of the Emperor's Palace was illuminated red by flames.
"The city defense troops are now going to support the Imperial Palace," Inoue Yong looked into the distance, "By the time they find out, it will probably be too late."
Sato Kenichi stood up and stretched his muscles: "Our mission is to ensure that these elite troops enter the city smoothly and then act according to the plan."
“I wonder when they will arrive?”
"It's almost time," Takeru Sato checked his watch. "According to the agreed time, it should be within one or two hours."
The two continued to stay by the window, their eyes occasionally sweeping in the direction of the rockery. On this restless night, they knew they were participating in an action that could change the fate of Kyoto.
And the seemingly ordinary rockery is now silently waiting for its special visitor.