allonlinenovel Chapter 694: The plan of killing the chicken to scare the monkey is implemented
Chapter 694: The plan of killing the chicken to scare the monkey is implemented
Muto Akira stared at the calm face of Yamashita Tomoyuki. The air was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere, and the conversation between the two was like a sharp blade, interweaving invisible sparks in the air.
"Yamashita Tomoyuki, your so-called strategy, in my opinion, is nothing more than an escape from the reality!" Muto Akira's voice was deep and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone present. He sneered, and there was both disdain and anger in that smile, "If you give up Nagasaki, a city that carries countless history and glory, how will our people see us? How will our descendants remember this history? You are burying the glory of the empire in the dust with your own hands!"
Yamashita Tomoyuki was not moved by Muto Akira's passionate words. His eyes were still deep and calm. He spoke slowly: "Mr. Muto, I understand your anger and unwillingness, but war is never a joke. I have analyzed the current situation in detail. The Chinese Expeditionary Force is strong, and the five ace divisions are unstoppable. Although Nagasaki is important, if we defend it, it will exhaust a lot of our troops and resources, and we may end up in a situation where both sides suffer losses. It is best to preserve our strength and wait for the opportunity."
Inside the meeting room, the atmosphere was so tense that one could almost hear a pin drop. Outside the window, the sky over Kyushu Island was gloomy, as if foreshadowing an approaching storm.
Muto Akira stood in front of the map, his fingers gently sliding over the outline of Nagasaki, his eyes flashing with a mixture of disdain and confidence, his tone was filled with unquestionable arrogance: "How can those rabble of China be compared with the elite of our great Fuso Empire? Our 600,000-strong army is like a copper wall and an iron fortress, and Nagasaki is their burial place!"
In fact, Muto Akira, who came from an aristocratic family, always looked down on Yamashita Tomoyuki, who came from a commoner family. Even though Yamashita Tomoyuki was famous and had outstanding military achievements throughout South Asia, Muto Akira still believed that regardless of his qualifications and background, he should be the commander-in-chief of the Kyushu Legion instead of being Yamashita Tomoyuki's deputy.
Yamashita Tomoyuki sat at the other end of the conference table, his face gradually changed from calm to severe. This general, who was born a commoner but won wide respect in South Asia with his outstanding talents and countless military exploits, was looking at Muto Akira in front of him with a complicated look. His eyes were full of dissatisfaction with Muto Akira's arrogance.
"Mr. Muto," Yamashita Tomoyuki's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "I respect your opinion, but please also respect my position. As the supreme commander of this army, I bear the responsibility for the entire battle situation. The defense of Nagasaki is certainly important, but strategic deployment is not based on the gains and losses of a single city or a single place."
However, Muto Akira did not seem to be intimidated by Yamashita Tomoyuki's majesty. He sneered and continued his speech: "Mr. Yamashita, I admire your military exploits, but the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly. If Nagasaki is lost, it will affect the overall situation. We have the right and responsibility to reflect the true situation to the cabinet and seek more reasonable command arrangements."
His words aroused discussions among the generals present. Some began to nod in agreement, while others showed hesitation. This subtle atmosphere made Yamashita Tomoyuki's face even gloomier. He stood up suddenly, his tall body casting a shadow, and stared directly at Muto Akira with a terrifying gaze, as if he wanted to tear off all the other party's disguises.
"Enough!" Yamashita Tomoyuki's voice sounded like thunder, shaking the whole room. "Muto Akira, I remind you again that this is a battlefield, not a stage for you nobles to show off your power. As soldiers, our mission is to obey orders and complete the mission, not to consume our strength in internal friction!"
His words were like a sharp sword, pointing directly at Muto Akira's weak spot. The generals around him also fell silent, shocked by the sudden strong aura. Muto Akira's face turned pale, but he still managed to save face and fought back: "Yamashita-kun, are you threatening me? Don't forget, we are all ministers serving the empire, and my suggestions are also based on considerations of the overall situation."
Yamashita Tomoyuki stood up suddenly, and the chair slid backwards with a sharp sound due to the huge force. He moved as fast as a cheetah, and took a few steps to stand in front of Muto Akira. An irresistible majesty enveloped the entire room. In the astonished eyes of everyone, Yamashita Tomoyuki suddenly stretched out his hand, and his iron-like fingers tightly grasped Muto Akira's head, and mercilessly pressed it heavily on the hard conference table.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise, like a heavy hammer hitting a stone. Muto Akira felt his eyes go dark, the world spun, and he felt a sharp pain in his forehead, followed by warm liquid running down his cheeks - it was blood, flowing freely on his forehead, blurring his vision. He cried out "Baka!" and his body instinctively struggled, trying to break free from Yamashita Tomoyuki's control.
However, Yamashita Fengwen's actions were faster than his. His eyes were as cold as ice, and his right hand suddenly loosened, and then he pulled out the shining cold sword from his waist. The sword flashed, so fast that it was almost impossible to see the action, leaving only a shocking cut on Muto Akira's chin, and blood gushed out instantly, staining his clothes red.
The whole room fell into a deathly silence. All the generals stared with their eyes wide open, unable to believe what they saw. Yamashita Tomoyuki held his command knife and stared coldly at Muto Akira. There was no fluctuation in his eyes, only endless coldness and determination. "If you dare to disobey my orders again, I will definitely kill you!" His voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable murderous intent.
Muto Akira trembled and covered his chin with both hands. The pain and fear intertwined, making his face extremely pale. He looked at Yamashita Tomoyuki in disbelief, a man who seemed gentle on weekdays but could burst out such amazing power in an instant. "You... How dare you..." His voice was hoarse, and he was interrupted by Yamashita Tomoyuki before he finished speaking.
"I will report to the cabinet personally and transfer you away." Yamashita Tomoyuki continued, without any hesitation in his tone, "Since you disobey my command, you have no right to stay here. This is the army, not a place for you to show off." After saying that, he sheathed his sword, turned around and walked back to his seat, as if nothing had happened just now.
Yamashita Tomoyuki's move undoubtedly set off the aftermath of a storm in the conference room, but the center of the storm was unusually calm. His instant rage was like a thunderclap in winter, which made everyone present silent and even breathed cautiously. Even those generals who originally had complaints or concerns about Yamashita Tomoyuki's decision wisely chose to remain silent at this moment, not daring to add fuel to the fire of this iron-fisted general.
Yamashita Tomoyuki stood beside the conference table, holding the bloody command knife tightly in his hand, his eyes cold and deep. He slowly pulled out a white handkerchief from his pocket, his movements calm and with a sense of inviolable majesty. The handkerchief gently covered the blade and carefully wiped the blood on it, and each wipe seemed to declare an inviolable authority.
As the blood was gradually wiped away, the command knife regained its original cold luster, reflecting the stern face of Yamashita Fengwen. He put away the handkerchief, put it in his pocket, then slowly raised his head and glanced at every general present.
"The meeting is over." Yamashita Tomoyuki finally spoke. His voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear and powerful. Every word was like a hammer hitting everyone's heart. He paused and continued, "Regarding today's decision, I will personally organize it and submit it to the military for review. Before that, I hope that everyone can strictly abide by military discipline, perform their duties, and work together for the victory of the empire."
After saying this, Yamashita Tomoyuki turned around and was about to leave, but he seemed to remember something, stopped, tilted his head slightly, and added: "Remember, what the army needs is unity and discipline, not personal desires and fighting. I hope there will be no second episode like this."