SFS Chapter 801 Repaying others with their own methods
Chapter 801 Repaying others with their own methods
Liu Gangding stepped into Su Zhengyang's office with a report document in his hand.
The office was filled with smoke. Su Zhengyang sat behind a large desk with a frown on his face.
"Mr. President," Liu Kangding said in a low and powerful voice. He gently placed the report in front of Su Zhengyang. "Although the Kyushu Island Campaign has achieved a phased victory, the problems that followed cannot be ignored. According to this report, we have currently taken in more than 100,000 Fuso civilians. Their existence has not only put tremendous pressure on our logistical supplies, but also raised the question of how to deal with them."
Hearing this, Su Zhengyang tapped the table lightly with his fingers, as if he was thinking about something carefully.
He took a deep breath of the cigarette that was about to burn out, then slowly put it out. The smoke dissipated, but his brows did not relax. Since landing in Fuso, the expeditionary force has always maintained a resolute combat attitude and dealt a devastating blow to the enemy, but the cruelty of war is far more than that. A large number of Fuso civilians died in the war, and those who survived have now become a problem they have to face.
"In this campaign, we adopted extreme measures and carried out a destructive elimination plan. In the event of a war, large-scale civilian casualties are understandable, but we must also carefully consider these surrendered Fuso civilians and not easily carry out large-scale massacres. Of course, killing them like this would be too easy for them."
Liu nodded in agreement, but he also knew the thorniness of the issue. "So, President, do you have any specific ideas?" he asked.
Su Zhengyang pondered for a moment and said slowly: "First, we need to ensure that the basic living needs of these civilians are met, including food, water and medical assistance. Secondly, we must establish a strict management system to prevent them from being used by the enemy or causing riots. Finally, we need to consider how to solve this problem in the long run, whether to continue to detain them or find other ways to resettle them."
Su Zhengyang pondered for a moment and continued, "Help me draft a document immediately and have concentration camps set up in different regions of the country to send all these Fusang people back to the country to become our labor force. The country is now developing rapidly, and road construction and mining require a large number of labor forces to support them. As for the children among these Fusang people, they should be gathered together and educated, so that they can learn our Chinese culture and assimilate from the root. Those who disobey discipline and cannot be assimilated by brainwashing should be killed!"
Su Zhengyang paused and said, "These Japanese devils used to do the same thing in the Northeast. We are just giving them a taste of their own medicine. I have only one request, which is to make them eat worse than pigs, work harder than cows, live more tiringly than dogs, and get up earlier than chickens. I want them to become stepping stones for China's construction, real slaves, and use their entire lives to atone for their sins!"
"I understand, President."
As Su Zhengyang sent a telegram back to the country, a large number of Fuso civilians who survived the war were forcibly sent back to the country to become the main labor force in domestic mining and infrastructure construction. What awaits them will be a miserable fate, which is also the price they should pay.
In the heart of Kyoto, Fuso, in the ancient and solemn cabinet residence, Suzuki Taro's office is particularly quiet, and the air is filled with a depressing and heavy atmosphere. The room is simply and solemnly decorated, with various books and scrolls lined up on the bookshelf.
However, at the moment, Suzuki Taro had no time to take care of all this. He sat behind a large desk, looking extremely tired, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it.
Suzuki Taro held the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands, his knuckles slightly whitened due to the force, his eyes were full of worry and unwillingness. He knew that Tojo Takehiro's decision was tantamount to pushing him into the abyss of death. In his opinion, Tojo Takehiro's intention was obvious - to use him as a pawn to seek peace with China in order to divert the blame for the failure of the war, and he himself would bear all possible risks and consequences.
Especially when thinking of the name Su Zhengyang, Suzuki Taro couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He clearly remembered how he had conspired and planned, which indirectly led to the death of Su Zhengyang's father. That was a past that he never wanted to look back on.
Now, Su Zhengyang is leading the Chinese army and igniting the war in Fuso's homeland. How could he easily let himself, the "culprit behind the scenes" go?
Just as Taro Suzuki was immersed in endless worries, a slight sound of footsteps broke the silence of the office.
He looked up and saw a tall young man wearing a traditional kimono standing at the door. He was one of his right-hand men. The young man had a hint of caution and nervousness on his face, and was obviously affected by the current situation.
"Lord Suzuki!" The young man bowed respectfully, with a barely perceptible hint of urgency in his voice.
Suzuki Taro took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "What's the situation?" he asked in a deep voice, staring at the young man, as if looking for a ray of hope.
"According to the news just sent back by Fujita Teru, Su Zhengyang has agreed to peace talks, and the time is set for four days later." The young man reported quickly, his tone filled with both relief and worry.
However, for Suzuki Taro, this news was like a bolt from the blue. He had originally held on to a glimmer of hope, hoping that Su Zhengyang would refuse to make peace, thus allowing him to escape. But now it seems that all this is in vain. He couldn't help but feel a sense of despair in his heart, as if he had seen the countdown of his life passing by mercilessly.
"Four days later?" Suzuki Taro muttered to himself in a low and hoarse voice. He closed his eyes and tried to find a trace of courage and determination from the depths of his heart. He knew that he had no way out and could only bite the bullet and face the upcoming negotiations. In this negotiation, he not only had to fight for a glimmer of hope for his own life, but also to find a way out for the future of Fuso.
With a slight noise outside the door, the Emperor's messenger slowly walked into Taro Suzuki's office.
The messenger was dressed in exquisite court costume, wearing a tall crown and holding a golden scroll inlaid with gems, which made him particularly eye-catching.
Seeing this, Suzuki Taro quickly stood up from his seat, straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and prepared to meet this sudden order.
"Lord Suzuki Taro, please accept the order." The messenger walked to the desk, bowed slightly, and his tone revealed unquestionable majesty.
Suzuki Taro bowed his head, folded his hands in front of his chest, and responded respectfully: "Your Majesty, I respectfully listen to your command."
The messenger slowly unrolled the scroll, and his clear voice echoed in the room: "The Emperor, in compliance with the Will of Heaven, proclaims: In view of the current critical national situation, it is urgent to seek peace with China. I hereby order the Chief Minister of the Cabinet, Suzuki Taro, to prepare immediately and leave for Fukuoka in two days to conduct formal peace negotiations with China on behalf of me and the people of Fuso. I hope you will live up to my trust and do your best to ensure the peace of Fuso. I decree this."
After that, the messenger gently rolled up the scroll and handed it to Suzuki Taro. Suzuki Taro took it with both hands, feeling the heavy weight of the scroll, as if he also felt the fate of the entire Fuso resting on his shoulders.
He looked up at the messenger, a complicated look flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound firm and powerful: "Your Majesty, Suzuki Taro, accepts your order and thanks you. I will do my best to live up to your majesty's high expectations and contribute a little to the future of Fuso."
The messenger nodded slightly to show his satisfaction, and then turned to leave. Suzuki Taro hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully escorted the messenger to the door, watching him leave, but his heart was in turmoil, with a myriad of thoughts.