allonlinenovel Chapter 1109 Lower Class Citizens
Chapter 1109 Lower Class Citizens
"Mr. President!" A US reporter raised his hand, "Fusang is now in tatters. The war has brought great trauma to this land. How does China plan to govern it?"
Su Zhengyang sneered: "Governance?"
He glanced at Changshun, who was kneeling on the ground: "Let me tell you what kind of 'governance' the Fuso people will get."
"From today on, all Fuso people will be lower-class citizens! They must atone for their crimes!" Su Zhengyang said word by word.
&34;They will do hard labor in factories,
They will dig coal in the mines,
They will cultivate the land in the fields,
They will be moving bricks and stones at the construction site.&34;
"All Fuso people must bow to the Chinese! Must give way! No privileges are allowed!"
Su Zhengyang's voice became colder and colder: "They invaded our Northeast, established Unit 34 there, and conducted human experiments! They enslaved my compatriots and plundered resources in the occupied areas! Now, it's time for them to atone for their sins!"
"But...isn't this against humanity?" the US reporter asked.
"Humanitarianism?" Su Zhengyang sneered, "When they were dissecting my compatriots alive in Northeast China, why didn't they talk about humanitarianism? When they were forcibly recruiting laborers in the occupied areas, why didn't they talk about humanitarianism?"
He pointed at the body of Emperor Jindong on the city wall and said: "This is their fate! This is the punishment the invaders deserve!"
"Let the whole world see clearly: This is not revenge, this is judgment! This is not persecution, this is punishment! The Fuso people must spend a hundred years to atone for the crimes they have committed!"
Changshun knelt on the ground, trembling all over. The other Fusang nobles also looked ashen.
They finally understood that what awaited them would be a long road to atonement.
Su Zhengyang stood on the podium with a cold look in his eyes. This once arrogant empire will forever be reduced to a prisoner under the iron fist of China.
"Next," Su Zhengyang said with a sneer, "I would like to invite all reporters to watch a special fireworks show."
He turned to Klinghe. "Let's get started."
Klinghe picked up the communicator: "Imperial Division, prepare the rocket launchers! Target: Yasukuni Shrine!"
Changshun raised his head suddenly, his face showing fear: "No! The spirit tablets of successive emperors are enshrined there! That is our most sacred..."
&34;Boom! Boom! Boom!&34;
Rockets whizzed through the sky. The shrine that enshrined the "heroic spirits" of Fuso was instantly enveloped in flames.
"Ah!" Changshun uttered a mournful cry.
Rocket after rocket hit the target accurately. The main hall of the shrine collapsed in the explosion, the altar where the spirits were enshrined was blown to pieces, and the gate that symbolized the spirit of Bushido was reduced to ashes in the flames.
"Watch this!" Su Zhengyang pointed at the burning shrine, "Your heroic spirits, your beliefs, your pride, will all be reduced to ashes under the Chinese gunfire!"
The reporters stared at this scene in amazement. In the raging fire, Fuso's most sacred place was gradually turning into scorched earth.
"What kind of heroes are enshrined here?" Su Zhengyang sneered, "They are just a group of invaders and executioners! Today, let them disappear forever in history!"
&34;Boom! Boom! Boom!&34;
Rockets continued to fall, and soon the entire shrine was turned into a sea of fire.
Changshun knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. The other Fusang nobles also looked ashen, watching their beliefs turn to ashes in the flames.
Su Zhengyang stood on the podium, watching all this with cold eyes. This "fireworks show" not only destroyed a building, but also destroyed the spiritual pillar of the Fuso people.
"This," he turned to the reporters, "is China's answer to the invaders!"
"Ah! Amaterasu!" Prince Changshun could no longer remain calm and knelt on the ground, crying loudly.
All the noble members of the royal family collapsed to the ground at this moment. They watched the flames engulf the shrine, the tablets of successive emperors turned to ashes, and everything they had believed in for generations turned to ashes under the Chinese artillery fire.
"No! No! No!" an elderly royal family member cried bitterly, "Amaterasu! Why...why can't even you protect us..."
The stubborn elements who were brought here specially all looked ashen at this moment. Among them were Bushido believers, Shinto fanatics, and diehards of the Fuso military.
"Eight million gods..." a Bushido believer muttered to himself, his eyes gradually blurred, "They all abandoned us..."
&34;Snap!&34;
There was a clear sound. A high-ranking Shinto priest drew out the short knife he carried with him and committed seppuku on the spot. Blood splattered on the ground, but no one tried to stop him.
&34;Our faith...our glory...everything we have...&34; A military general knelt on the ground, trembling all over, &34;It's all over...it's all over...&34;
Some people began to bang their heads against the wall, some burst into tears, and some muttered scriptures in a trance. These once fanatical elements now all suffered mental collapse.
Su Zhengyang watched all this coldly. He knew that with the burning of the shrine, the last spiritual pillar of the Fuso people had completely collapsed.
"Do you see clearly?" He said with sarcasm in his voice, "Your gods cannot protect you. Your faith cannot save you."
Flames shot up into the sky and thick smoke billowed.
The shrine is burning,
Faith is collapsing.
The spirit is disintegrating.
At this moment, the Fuso Empire was not only destroyed materially, but also completely crushed spiritually.
"You devil!" A Fuso officer suddenly stood up with a ferocious look on his face, "You blasphemed the gods! You defiled Amaterasu! You..."
Su Zhengyang just waved his hand coldly.
&34;Da da da da!&34;
The roar of the MG42 machine gun resounded throughout the venue. The dense rain of bullets swept through, and the officers who were forcibly brought to watch the ceremony were instantly shot into sieves.
Blood splattered, broken limbs flew everywhere. The officer who was cursing just now was beaten beyond recognition and fell twitching in a pool of blood.
"Ah!" Other officers tried to flee, but were torn to pieces by the second round of gunfire.
The bullets harvested lives mercilessly. Some people had their legs broken and crawled on the ground in pain. Some people had their chests shot through and covered their wounds with their last wails. Some people had their heads shattered and their brains and blood flowed all over the ground.
"Continue shooting." Su Zhengyang said expressionlessly, "Don't leave any alive."
&34;Da da da da!&34;
The third round of shooting ended the massacre completely. Dozens of bodies were lying on the ground, and blood was flowing like a river. Those officers who were once arrogant and proud were now turned into cold corpses.
"Clean it up." Su Zhengyang said calmly, as if he had just dealt with some garbage. "Let's continue."
Changshun and other members of the royal family were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they were trembling all over. They witnessed this bloody scene with their own eyes and finally understood the price of resistance.
The reporters were also stunned, but no one dared to say a word, because they knew that the Chinese commander would keep his word and would never show any mercy.