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

Chapter 1042 We Want to Resist

Fujita Ying put down his teacup and his eyes became sharp.

"Everyone," he said in a deep and powerful voice, "the royal family and the rough jade have now turned into mad dogs. They have long forgotten their duties and who is supporting them."

Under the candlelight, everyone held their breath and listened attentively to the man.

"Do you know?" Fujita Ying sneered, "Just three days ago, I saw with my own eyes that the people who lined up in front of the relief office were driven away. Among those people, there were white-haired old people, women holding babies, and even injured workers..."

"Why?" His voice suddenly rose. "Because the royal family ordered that all food must be supplied to the front-line troops first. They said this was to ensure combat effectiveness and to protect Kyoto."

Changwu's fists were clenched so tightly that they made a creaking sound.

"It's ridiculous!" Fujita Ying stood up suddenly, "They don't care about the lives of the people at all. Just yesterday, I got the news that the royal family had secretly moved the prince and a large amount of property out of Kyoto. And those foolishly loyal people still foolishly believe that the royal family will live and die with them!"

There was a dead silence in the reception room, with shock and anger written all over everyone's face.

"What do they think of us?" Fujita Ying's voice was full of sarcasm, "Fools? Let us wait here to die, while they have already prepared a retreat?"

He looked around at everyone present: "Kyoto is now at its most critical moment. The people without food are starving, the hard-working workers are not getting paid, the shops are forced to close, and the streets are full of beggars..."

"And what about the royal family?" He continued with a sneer, "They are still enjoying a luxurious life and squandering the people's money. They don't know at all, and don't care whether the people outside are alive or dead!"

Chang Wu's eyes were red. The strong man bit his lips tightly, as if he was trying to suppress some kind of excitement.

"We must stand up!" Fujita Ying's voice suddenly became sonorous and powerful, "Everyone must know the truth. The atrocities of the royal family and Pu Yu, their hypocrisy and betrayal, should all be exposed!"

"If we don't resist now," his eyes became unusually sharp, "then the people of Kyoto will only face death. We must fight to the end, even at the cost of our lives!"

Changwu could no longer control his emotions, and tears rolled down from the eyes of this tough guy. He suddenly knelt on the ground, choking with sobs: "Mr. Fujita is right! We can never remain silent again!"

Satoshi Yamamoto, who was standing nearby, applauded at the right time: "Mr. Fujita's words touched the hearts of each of us." His voice was sincere, but his eyes flashed with an unfathomable light, "It's time to make those high and mighty pay the price."

Fujita Ying looked at all this with a deep gaze. The candlelight cast a shadow of varying light and dark on his face, making it difficult to see his true expression.

"Changwu-kun," Yamamoto Satoshi walked up to the sturdy man and gently patted his shoulder, his voice inducing, "You have great prestige among the workers. The leaders who participated in the last march all listen to you."

Changwu wiped his eyes, a hesitant look on his face.

"But..." He stood up, frowning, "The situation now is different from before. The royal family has gone crazy, they..."

He took a deep breath and his voice became heavy: "They have troops and guns. Wasn't the last lesson painful enough? If we organize another march, what awaits us will only be a bloodier massacre."

Chang Wu walked to the window and looked at the dark street outside. "Look, there are patrols from the Public Security Bureau everywhere. They are roaming around like hungry wolves, and if they find any signs of something wrong, they will kill them immediately."

"Aren't the seventeen people who died last time enough?" His voice trembled a little, "Some of them were so young, just got married, and some even had babies..."

The reception room fell into silence. The candlelight flickered, casting uneasy shadows on the wall.

"Changwu-kun," Fujita Ying suddenly spoke, his voice steady and powerful, "You are right, they do have an army and guns. But have you ever thought about why the last march failed?"

Changwu turned around and looked at Fujita Ying in confusion.

"Because the scale is not large enough." Fujita Ying stood up, his eyes sparkling, "The last time there were only more than 10,000 people participating in the parade, what is that in the whole of Kyoto?"

He walked up to Changwu and said, "How many people are there in Kyoto? One million? No, more. Now all these people are starving and suffering. Workers can't get their wages, merchants can't open their shops, farmers' grain is forcibly confiscated, and even those rich people are beginning to feel the madness of the royal family."

"Do you think they will remain silent forever?" Fujita Ying's voice suddenly became excited, "No! They just need an opportunity, and someone needs to stand up and lead them!"

"But..." Changwu wanted to say something but was interrupted by Fujita Ying.

"You said they have guns?" Fujita Ying sneered, "Can they kill everyone? Ten thousand people can be suppressed, but what about one hundred thousand? Five hundred thousand? When the angry people flooded into the streets like a tide, what are their guns?"

Changwu's eyes slowly lit up.

"What's more," Fujita Ying lowered his voice, "Do you think those soldiers with guns are really willing to shoot at their compatriots? Aren't their families also starving and freezing in this city?"

Yamamoto Satoshi nodded slightly: "Mr. Fujita is right. We must let everyone know that the royal family has abandoned them and betrayed them. When the truth comes to light, no one will continue to work for the tyrant."

The fire in Changwu's eyes rekindled. He slammed his fist into his palm and said, "Okay! I'll contact those brothers right away. This time, we want everyone in Kyoto to stand up!"

Fujita Ying nodded with satisfaction, but his eyes accidentally met with Yamamoto Satoshi. At that moment, an elusive light flashed in the eyes of both of them.

"Nagatake-kun," Fujita Ying's voice suddenly became serious, "I'll leave the liaison between the major workers' organizations and the company to you."

Changwu was stunned. He didn't expect that Fujita Ying would think so highly of him.

"For all those who are suffering in this city," Fujita Ying slowly stood up, "please do your best."

Before he finished speaking, Fujita Ying actually bowed deeply to Changwu. This man from a prominent family put aside all his pride at this moment and expressed his request in the most sincere manner.

"Mr. Fujita!" Changwu stood up hurriedly, at a loss, "What are you doing! Please get up quickly!"

But Fujita Ying still maintained the posture of bowing: "This is not for me, but for everyone. Nagatake-kun, your prestige among the workers is our most valuable strength."

Changwu's eyes were red again. This rugged man clenched his fists tightly, his voice trembling with excitement: "Mr. Fujita, don't worry." He took a deep breath, "I will do my best to gather all the people I can. This time, we will let those high and mighty people know how powerful the power of the people is!"

Standing nearby, Yamamoto Satoshi watched this touching scene with a faint smile on his face. At this time, Changwu was completely immersed in the personality charm of Fujita Ying and did not notice this detail at all.