Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 1108 Trampling on Dignity

&34;Bring him up!&34;

The soldiers of the Death's Head Division escorted Changshun to the podium. The once noble prince was now in tattered clothes and looked haggard.

Before going on stage, Ike's warning was still ringing in his ears: "Remember your identity, a prisoner! If you don't want to die, do as I say!"

Su Zhengyang looked down at Changshun with contempt in his eyes: "Is this the bloodline of the Fuso royal family? Is this the descendant of Amaterasu?"

Changshun knelt on the ground, trembling all over. Flashes of light kept flashing, recording this humiliating moment.

"Speak!" Su Zhengyang said coldly, "Where is your Emperor?"

"Under...under the ruins..." Changshun's voice trembled.

&34;Louder! Let everyone hear!&34;

"His Majesty the Emperor is dead!" Chang Shun raised his voice, "He died under the ruins..."

Su Zhengyang turned to the reporters and said, "Did you hear that? Their emperor, their god, has been buried in the ruins by us!"

He looked at Changshun again: "Tell everyone what happened to the Fusang Empire now?"

Changshun bit his lip, tears in his eyes: "Fuso... Fuso Empire has been destroyed..."

&34;What else?&34;

&34;We...we surrender to China...&34;

Su Zhengyang nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly grabbed Changshun by the collar: "Look at your prince! Look at your royal family! Kneeling at our feet and begging for mercy! Is this the so-called descendant of God?"

Changshun lowered his head, tears dripping onto the ground. He had never thought that one day he would be so humiliated in front of the whole world.

But he didn't dare to resist, because he knew that Ike's warning was no joke. Anyone who disobeyed would disappear immediately.

"Get off!" Su Zhengyang let go of his hand, and Changshun staggered off the podium.

This scene was recorded by countless cameras.

The shame of the Fuso royal family,

The fall of an empire,

Will be frozen in this moment forever.

"There's one more thing." Su Zhengyang suddenly sneered, "I want to give Fuso a gift."

He turned to Ike. "Bring it up."

Ike walked up to the podium holding a golden nanmu plaque in both hands. The plaque was simple and elegant, with eight characters written in a flamboyant style:

&34;On September 34 next year, I will go to Kyoto to enjoy the cherry blossoms. &;

There was an uproar at the scene, and reporters raised their cameras and pointed them at the meaningful plaque.

"Three years ago," Su Zhengyang said with sarcasm, "I was in Shanghai and asked your consul to pass this gift to Emperor Rendong."

He looked around the room and said, "But it's obvious that the consul didn't do what I asked. Maybe he thought it was just a joke. Or maybe he thought China was just a lamb to be slaughtered."

"Now," Su Zhengyang pointed to the ruins behind him, "I am here to deliver this gift in person."

His voice became colder and colder: "Look at this ruin, look at this city. We not only came here to enjoy the cherry blossoms, but also flattened your palace and buried your emperor!"

Changshun knelt aside, looking at the plaque, trembling all over. He finally understood that the "gift" three years ago was actually a bloody prophecy.

"Ike!" Su Zhengyang suddenly shouted.

&34;In!&34;

"Hang this plaque on the ruins of the Imperial Palace. Let all the Japanese see it, and let the whole world remember: China keeps its word!"

Ike immediately led his men to carry out the order, and soon the plaque was hung high above the ruins, shining brightly in the sun.

Reporters frantically pressed their shutter buttons to freeze this ironic scene forever.

Su Zhengyang stood on the podium, his eyes gleaming with victory: the oath made three years ago has finally been fulfilled today. The people of Fuso will never forget who used steel and fire to fulfill the prophecy in this "gift".

"Drag him up!" Su Zhengyang ordered coldly.

Soldiers carried a broken body up to the city wall. It was the body of Emperor Jindong, which had been blown to pieces in the ruins.

&34;Hang it up!&34;

The soldiers hung the body on the broken city wall. In the sunlight, the "god" who was once high above was now shaking in the wind like a piece of rotten meat.

"Look carefully!" Su Zhengyang pointed at the corpse, "This is your emperor! This is your god!"

Changshun knelt on the ground, trembling all over. The reporters gasped and focused their cameras on this shocking scene.

&34;Now, let me tell the world how many crimes this so-called god has committed! &34;

Su Zhengyang's voice became more and more angry: "In Northeast China, your 34st Unit conducted human experiments and vivisected our compatriots!"

&34;In the Nanyang Islands, you forcibly recruited comfort women, enslaved the people, and committed all kinds of evil! &34;

&34;On the Korean Peninsula, you use forced labor and engage in ethnic cleansing! &34;

&34;In Southeast Asia, you burned, killed, looted, massacred civilians, and razed countless cities to the ground! &34;

With each sentence, Su Zhengyang's voice became colder: "Millions of Asians have died under your iron hoofs! Thousands of cities have been reduced to ruins by your artillery fire!"

"Today!" He pointed at the corpses on the city wall, "This bloodthirsty devil finally paid the price! Let all ambitious people remember: this is the fate of invaders!"

In the sunlight, the body of Emperor Rendong swayed in the wind. This once high and mighty "god" now became a witness to China's revenge.

The plaque that read "On September 34th of next year, we will go to Kyoto to enjoy the cherry blossoms" was flashing a cold light.

"From today on!" Su Zhengyang's voice was like thunder in the ears, "Let the whole world remember that China is no longer the weak country that can be bullied by others!"

His eyes were like lightning, scanning the whole place: "Backward? Weak? Poor? These labels will be left behind forever by us!"

"Look at our steel torrent! Look at our rockets and cannons!" Su Zhengyang pointed to the fighter planes circling in the sky, "China's sword has been unsheathed. Any enemy who dares to show his sword to us will be blown to pieces!"

His voice became more and more powerful: "China will no longer tolerate any humiliation! Will no longer tolerate any infringement! Anyone who offends China will be punished no matter how far away they are!"

The Chinese reporters at the scene could no longer control their excitement. They looked at Su Zhengyang, who was full of vigor and vitality, on the podium, and tears kept flowing out.

At this moment, all the humiliation and suffering of the years were vented in the commander's words.

"Long live President Su!" Someone shouted first.

&34;Long live China!&34;

&34;Long live President Su!&34;

&34;Long live China!&34;

Shouts rose one after another, echoing over the ruins of the Imperial Palace.

Foreign journalists watched this scene in shock. They finally understood that a new powerful country was rising with overwhelming force.

Su Zhengyang stood on the podium, his eyes as firm as iron: "Let the whole world listen! From now on, China will defend our dignity with iron and blood! Any country that dares to provoke China will pay the price with blood!"

&34;Long live China!&34;

&34;Long live President Su!&34;

Amid the cheers of the mountains, the sun shone on Su Zhengyang. This commander from another world had transformed China from a weak country to a strong country in just four years.

And this is just the beginning.