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

Chapter 950 Liu Chengxu's letter is a naked threat

Tojo Yuei snatched the letter from the captain of the guards. His fingers turned pale from exerting so much force, revealing his inner nervousness and urgency. He could not wait to open the envelope, pull out the letter, and carefully read the contents of the letter.

On the letter, Liu Chengxu's handwriting was vigorous and powerful, revealing unquestionable threats and determination between the lines. Tojo Yuei frowned, and his eyes moved quickly on the letter, trying to grasp every key piece of information.

The content of the letter was as follows: "Listen up, little Japanese devils in Fuso, your doom has come. Seven days ago, our army successfully blew up Osaka Castle. The once prosperous city has now become a ruin. And just yesterday, we completely captured the ruins of Osaka and wiped out the enemies there.

Osaka is only 60 kilometers away from Kyoto, which is a piece of cake for our long-range firepower. As long as we want, we can turn the entire Kyoto into ruins at any time. You should know the strength and determination of our Chinese army. We will not show mercy, nor will we leave any breathing space for the enemy.

Now, I want to tell you that if Staff Officer Zhuo Mingxuan cannot return safely, Kyoto will be reduced to ruins within two hours. This is not a threat, but a fact. Our Chinese army keeps its word and will never break it.

Tojo Yuhide, you should think about your country and people, and don't make unnecessary resistance and sacrifice. Surrender, surrender to China, surrender to peace. This is your only way out and your last chance. "

After reading the letter, Tojo Yuei's face turned extremely ugly. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, as if he wanted to vent his inner anger and unwillingness.

He looked up at Zhuo Mingxuan, his eyes full of anger and resentment. However, Zhuo Mingxuan did not show any fear or retreat. He stood there, smiling at Tojo Yuei, as if everything was under control.

"You Chinese are so wishful thinking!" Tojo Yuei roared, his voice becoming hoarse with anger, "How dare you threaten us Fuso like this! Do you think you can make us surrender like this? You are so naive!"

However, Zhuo Mingxuan just smiled coldly. He walked up to Tojo Yuei and said in a mocking tone: "Prime Minister Tojo, you should think about your country and people. Don't make meaningless resistance and sacrifice, surrender. This is your only way out and your last chance."

After saying that, Zhuo Mingxuan turned and walked towards the door. His steps were steady and firm, as if everything had been settled. And Tojo Yuei stood there, watching Zhuo Mingxuan's back gradually go away, his heart full of contradictions and struggles. He knew that Zhuo Mingxuan's words were not groundless, and Liu Chengxu's letter was not a threat, but a fact.

Until Zhuo Mingxuan's back completely disappeared outside the door of the conference room, Tojo Yuying still stood there, with a complicated expression and hesitation. His inner balance was wavering between surrender and resistance, and every choice seemed to be accompanied by huge risks and unknown consequences.

At this time, the Minister of the Military, Watanabe Motoyasu, slowly walked to the side of Tojo Yuei. His eyes were also solemn, but with a hint of anger that was difficult to conceal. Watanabe Motoyasu snatched the letter from Tojo Yuei and read it carefully again. As his eyes moved, his face became more gloomy, especially when he noticed the clown pattern in the lower left corner of the letter and the big cross on the Japanese flag, Watanabe Motoyasu's anger instantly erupted.

"Bakayar!" Watanabe Motoyasu roared, his voice echoing in the conference room, making everyone's eardrums buzz. "Liu Chengxu, this arrogant guy, actually dared to humiliate us Fuso like this! This is a great insult to our country!"

Tojo Yuei did not refute, but silently lowered his head, clenched his hands tightly together, and his knuckles turned white due to the force. He knew very well that this was not only an insult to himself, but also a provocation and contempt to the entire country.

At this moment, the captain of the guard asked cautiously: "Prime Minister, do you need us to take immediate action to capture that guy Zhuo Mingxuan..." He didn't finish his words, but his intention was very obvious.

However, Tojo Yuei suddenly turned around and slapped the captain of the guards hard in the face. The slap made the captain stagger a few steps and almost fall to the ground, with a red and swollen palm print appearing on his face instantly.

"Asshole!" Tojo Yuei cursed, his voice trembling with anger, "Do you want to turn the entire Kyoto into a scorched earth? Didn't you see the contents of the letter? If we act rashly, Kyoto will be reduced to ruins within two hours! Can you bear this responsibility?"

The captain of the guards was stunned by the beating, with a look of pain and deep fear on his face. He dared not say anything more, and could only lower his head and silently endure Tojo Yuei's wrath.

The entire conference room fell into a brief silence, and everyone was thinking about what to do next. Tojo Yuei took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

In this parallel world, the capital of Fuso is not the well-known Tokyo, but Kyoto Prefecture, a city with a long history and profound culture, located near Osaka. At this moment, Liu Chengxu's threat is like a sword of Daruma hanging over Kyoto, making Tojo Yuei feel like a thorn in his throat, and the indescribable pressure almost suffocated him.

There was total silence in the meeting room, with only the occasional muffled breathing and the faint sound of wind outside the window, which seemed to be telling of the coming storm.

In this extremely depressing atmosphere, a guard rushed into the meeting room and brought an even more shocking news: "Report to the Prime Minister, an urgent war report came from Hokkaido Island. The Chinese army has launched a full-scale attack, and the capital Sapporo fell yesterday!"

This news was like a basin of cold water, pouring down on Tojo Yuei's head, making him feel cold all over, and the fear and despair in his heart grew wildly like weeds. He widened his eyes in disbelief, as if he wanted to erase this news from his mind, but reality cruelly told him that all this was true.

Upon seeing this, Watanabe Motoyasu hurriedly whispered to Tojo Takehide: "Prime Minister, the current situation is urgent. Kyoto is no longer safe. We must take immediate action to transfer His Majesty, the prince, and other members of the royal family to relatively safe Yokohama or Tokyo to ensure the continuation of the royal bloodline."

Hearing this, Tojo Yuei clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. He knew very well that this was the only viable option at the moment, and although it meant giving up Kyoto, it was much better than putting the entire imperial family in danger.

"Minister Watanabe, you are right." Tojo Takehide spoke with difficulty, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice. "We must act immediately and organize an elite force to escort the royal family members to a safe transfer. At the same time, order the troops in various places to strengthen their defenses and delay the Chinese army's offensive as much as possible."

Watanabe Motoyasu nodded in agreement and quickly began to arrange the relevant matters. He knew that this would be a race against time and they had to race against time to gain a glimmer of hope for the royal family.