Kato smiled bitterly.
Facing the Emperor's question.
He shook his head helplessly: "There is no other way, Your Majesty. Cut off your arm!"
The emperor was silent.
His hands were trembling a little, and he pointed at the images and photos of the ancestors of the past dynasties, and said in a trembling voice: "Those are the lives of 150,000 soldiers. When have I ever experienced such humiliation?"
Kato lowered his head and sighed slightly when facing His Majesty the Emperor, who seemed to have grown old all of a sudden.
Yes, what a blow this is to His Majesty, who has always advocated working hard to expand his territory.
After a long time, the emperor calmed down and asked in a deep voice, "Prime Minister, if what you said is true, once the people know about it, how will I, the emperor, deal with myself? Millions of imperial soldiers will still sacrifice their lives for the country. ?"
Kato was silent.
He got it.
I understand what the emperor means.
There was a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth.
Half-kneeling on the ground, he said something respectful and lonely.
"Your Majesty, once the incident happened, I took the blame, resigned, and committed suicide by caesarean section! Everything was done by me and had nothing to do with His Majesty the Emperor. His Majesty the Emperor had no knowledge of it at all!"
Wow!
The emperor burst into tears and cried bitterly. Tears suddenly flowed out.
He took a few steps forward and helped Kato up.
"Prime Minister, I've suffered so much for you!"
There was deep sadness on his face.
Kato is doing much better. Now that he has made his decision, he cannot regret it.
"I have a son. I hope Your Majesty will allow him to live his life quietly!"
At this time, the emperor would agree to any of Kato's conditions.
Nodding tearfully.
Kato left, his back a little desolate. The emperor looked at Kato's back, from sad and confused, to slowly becoming normal and firm!
It wasn't until Kato's back could no longer be seen that the emperor murmured softly.
"Prime Minister, don't blame me. In the country, I must be the supreme majesty who can make no mistakes."
At the same time, look to the east.
He couldn't figure out how he could be defeated after just a few years of being arrogant and punching the red-haired elites of the empire.
Then I pulled out the photos of fighter jets on my desk and kept thinking about them.
We also recruited people from the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau to inquire about the matter.
Many people were sent out the next day.
And Fujiwara also had a showdown with Nie Li.
Those hundreds of thousands of people will fight to the end.
Although it's euphemistic, that's what it means.
Nie Li sneered in his heart.
Fujiwara was sent away directly.
Telegraph to Yang Kang on the Nambang Peninsula.
"No need to hold back, burn Seoul to the ground!"
Then he also sent a secret telegram to a remote island.
Nakamura and Inoue, who brought their families and relatives to the land of China, started acting in secret.
On the streets of Kyoto, an organization called the National Salvation Association formed a secret society to win over the poor people at the bottom.
The action was quite generous.
On the Lampang Peninsula, Yang Kang sneered in his heart when he saw his elder brother's telegram.
"Ridiculous!"
Recruit a correspondent.
"Notify the squadron to bring high-explosive bombs and burn Seoul to the ground!"
The correspondent yelled yes.
The staff officers on the side asked worriedly: "Chief of Staff, will such radicalism arouse the dissatisfaction of the local people?"
Yang Kang glanced at this man coldly.
The telegram was thrown over. "Commander's order! Is there any problem?"
In an instant, the conference room fell into silence.
The commander's order?
No one dared to speak anymore.
In the army, the commander-in-chief’s orders are never missed!
"No problem, the commander-in-chief's order is an imperial edict! Isn't it just a small Seoul? His humble position will definitely turn him upside down! All the people who let me down will be the souls of the bomb for me!"
The squadron commander, the high school team spoke.
Stand up straight and shout loudly.
Yang Kang then said with satisfaction: "Yes, Xiao Gao, your realization is right!"
Then he turned cold again.
"The war room has formulated a battle plan. I want to keep the 150,000 people here in three days and leave 100,000 for me. The remaining 50,000 will be given to me for a good transformation. The specific plan must be released tonight!"
The staff in the war room became busy.
Crazy began to formulate a battle plan and examine the loopholes in the plan.
It wasn't until the early morning of the next day that the staff officers, staring into panda eyes, let out a sigh of relief.
The entire army of 40,000 soldiers marched through the vicinity of Seoul at full speed according to groups.
We passed many villages and small cities along the way.
All the natives of Nanbang cried with joy.
"Heavenly soldiers are coming, China has not given up on us!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Finally, I don't have to be oppressed by the chicken on my feet."
The people of Nampang, except in modern times, are still loyal to China.
Especially during the Shuiqing Empire, even the last anti-Qing organizations were destroyed.
The people on this peninsula have always been loyal to the Ming Dynasty. This kind of loyalty is rare.
As for the subsequent ones, everything belongs to them. It may be the hatred after love. What is more likely is that those people have become independent.
It was just a ridiculous move to get rid of the influence of China for thousands of years.
War is about to break out.
On the small island, Kyoto.
Inoue gave a fierce speech to a group of fanatics below in an abandoned warehouse.
Inoue had a pair of eyes that showed madness.
Shouting to the bottom.
"Brothers and sisters! I have just received news that His Majesty the Emperor, whom we admire, gave up our more than 200,000 soldiers on the Nambang Peninsula for some money. Those people are not dead, but people of flesh and blood. !”
"Two hundred thousand people, including your and my brothers and nephews, but our beloved Emperor just gave up on them. It hurts me!"
Inoue screamed heartbreakingly and with great contagiousness.
The people below had astonishment on their faces.
Showing sadness.
Others are in disbelief.
"Impossible, President Inoue, His Majesty the Emperor is so wise and powerful, how could he possibly do such a thing? Is it a mistake?"
Someone was arguing.
In the Foot Pot Chicken Emperor, he is a god.
Even if you die for the Emperor, it is sacred.
The onboard spirit is everywhere, and the perverted bushido spirit has kidnapped the entire nation.
A sneer appeared on Inoue's lips.
"Made a mistake? Would I make a mistake about such a big thing?"
He said and took out a document from his bag.
Throw it on the table.
"If you don't believe it, come up and take a look! This is the record of the conversation between Fujiwara and the Chief of the Chinese Army! It's so heartbreaking."
Inoue clutched his chest and looked in pain.
People below are curious about what the content is.
Inoue read word for word.
"People have clearly said that with some simple production lines and some unimportant technologies, hundreds of thousands of people can be released, and even as long as each person pays 20 yuan for escort, they can be sent back to the mainland. ah."
"But our Emperor is not willing to pay even this mere twenty yuan. Let those people die!"
"Are our lives not worth even this little money?"
Some people don't believe it.
"That's not right, President, how could you know such secret information?"
A group of people thought so.
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