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

Chapter 1072 No Escape

"Boom!" Another loud noise, and gravel flew everywhere.

The captain of the guard was trembling all over, his face pale. He looked at the bodies that fell around him. They were all his well-trained subordinates. The three lines of defense, the three lines of defense that they were proud of, were collapsing layer by layer in front of this terrifying special forces.

"Prime Minister," the captain of the guard said with a trembling voice, "all three lines of defense are..." He couldn't continue and just looked at Tojo Takehide in despair.

"Useless!" Tojo Yuei grabbed the captain of the escort by the collar, "With so many people and such strong firepower, you can't even stop a small team? Are you all good-for-nothings!"

"I'm sorry, Prime Minister," the captain of the guard lowered his head, "but this army... they are too terrible. Every tactical deployment we made was cracked by them in a more sophisticated way. We... we have tried our best."

The gunfire in the distance was getting closer, mixed with the sound of grenade explosions and screams.

"Prime Minister," the captain of the guard suddenly raised his head, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, "please evacuate immediately. The remaining three people and I will stay here to buy you some time."

"Murata..." Tojo Yuei's anger subsided a little. This guard captain who had followed him for many years had never let him down, until today.

"We have no way to retreat," Murata Masaichi said with a wry smile, "but at least we can buy you a few minutes with our lives. Tanaka! Yamamoto! Inoue!"

The last three guards immediately stood up, with expressions of being ready to die on their faces.

"Protect the Prime Minister," Murata Masakazu said to the others, "Take him out through the secret passage. Remember, no matter what happens, you must ensure the Prime Minister's safety."

Tojo Takehide looked at this old subordinate who had followed him for more than ten years, and was speechless for a moment.

"Go ahead, Prime Minister," Murata Masaichi said with a relieved smile, "We will fight for every second for you with our lives."

Tojo Yuei turned and left, and Murata Masaichi's firm voice came from behind him: "Prepare for battle! Let these damn enemies know the samurai spirit of the Fuso Empire!"

Surrounded by three guards, Tojo Yuei moved quickly along the dark tunnel. He was already old, and such intense running made him breathless, with large beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

Behind him, fierce gunfire and explosions continued to be heard, occasionally mixed with shrill screams. Tojo Yuei knew that it was Murata Masakazu and his men who were using their lives to buy time for him.

"Baga!" A roar came from a distance.

"For His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Boom!" Another huge explosion.

Tojo Yuhide gritted his teeth and forced himself not to think about his loyal subordinates. At this critical moment, the Emperor was lying in bed, dying. As the Prime Minister, he could not allow any accidents to happen at this time.

"Prime Minister," a guard whispered, "the entrance to the sewer is just ahead. As long as we can reach the surface, there will be troops to support us."

Tojo Yuei nodded, but suddenly seemed to remember something and stopped: "Murata..."

“Prime Minister,” the guards also stopped, “please do not stay. Captain Murata has given his life for his time, so we cannot waste it.”

Tojo Takehiro took a deep breath. Yes, now is not the time to be sentimental. The empire needs him, the emperor needs him. He will give a dignified burial to those warriors who sacrificed for him in the future.

"Let's go!" Tojo Takehiro gritted his teeth.

The gunshots behind me gradually became weaker, but each one seemed to be telling of the passing of a life.

Takehide Tojo quickened his pace. At this moment when the empire was in turmoil, he had to survive.

"Cleared up!" came the report from the last commando.

Elante looked around, and the bodies of the guards were lying in all directions in the tunnel. These people fought to the last moment, especially the captain of the guard, who covered their prime minister's evacuation until the last second of his life.

"Check for casualties," Elant ordered, crouching down to check the marks on the ground.

"Two of us were injured," Klaus reported. "Both were injured by grenade fragments. Not serious, but their movements are restricted."

Yilante nodded, and lightly touched the bloodstains and footprints on the ground. The footprints of four people were very obvious, and it seemed that Tojo Yuei had indeed evacuated from this tunnel.

"Otto," Elant stood up, "you stay here and take care of the two wounded."

"Understood," Otto checked the medical kit, "I'll take care of their wounds."

"Everyone else," Ilante gripped the MP40 tightly, "follow me and chase. Tojo Yuei can't get far. This tunnel can't have no end."

"Captain," Otto suddenly called out to Elant, "Be careful. These Fuso people... they will do anything to protect the Prime Minister."

Elante showed a grim smile: "Don't worry, I won't let these people's sacrifice go to waste. Today, Tojo Yuei must be arrested."

"Action!" Elantra gave the order, and the special forces immediately lined up and chased along the tunnel.

Otto watched their receding backs, then turned around and began to treat the wounded.

"Prime Minister, the entrance to the sewer is just ahead!" a guard said breathlessly, "Just walk two hundred meters west and you will reach the rendezvous point."

Tojo Yuei wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the iron ladder in front of him. The stench of the sewer hit him in the face, but he couldn't care less about it now.

"Hurry!" Just as Tojo Takehide was about to take a step, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"boom!"

A crisp gunshot echoed in the tunnel.

"Ah!" The guard beside him suddenly groaned. Tojo Yuei turned around and saw that the guard was shot in the back and blood spurted out. The guard's eyes were still filled with reluctance and fear, but his body had already fallen forward powerlessly.

"Damn it!" Another guard immediately turned around and fired back.

"Prime Minister! Let's go!" The last guard pushed Tojo Yuei and said, "We will cover you!"

Without thinking too much, Tojo rushed towards the iron ladder. Behind him came the sound of dense gunfire and the roar of the guards. He knew that those loyal subordinates were going to sacrifice themselves for him again.

But he couldn't stop. Fuso needed him to stay alive.

Tojo Yuei gritted his teeth and climbed down the iron ladder. The stinking sewer was his last hope.

In just thirty seconds, Elante and his team had eliminated three guards. The sound of gunfire echoed in the narrow tunnel, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

"Hurry!" Elantra waved his hand and led the team members to rush to the sewer entrance.

He jumped down the iron ladder nimbly and landed steadily in the sewage of the sewer. The stench of decay filled his nose, but he didn't care, his eyes were fixed firmly on the front.

In the dim sewer, Tojo Yuei was fleeing in panic. He was tumbling and crawling in the sewage, looking miserable. Every step seemed so difficult, as if he might fall at any time.

“Tojo Yuhide!” Elantra shouted in fluent Japanese, his voice echoing in the sewer, “You can’t escape!”

Tojo Yuei paused for a moment, apparently having heard Elante's shout. He looked back, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

"Chase him!" Elantra ordered the team members behind him, "We can't let him get away!"

The special forces quickly began chasing in the narrow sewer, and their footsteps stirred up splashes of water in the sewage.