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

Chapter 1075 Watanabe Motoyasu's Decision

"If Watanabe Motoyasu wants this position, just give it to him," Yamamoto Isoroku sneered, "The current interim prime minister is a hot potato. The higher the position, the easier it is to get into trouble once Kyoto is destroyed."

Another burst of dense gunfire came from the street, accompanied by the shouting of the crowd.

"But General, are we just going to..."

"Do you think I'm shirking my responsibility?" Yamamoto Isoroku turned around, his eyes sharp, "No, I'm waiting for an opportunity. Fuso now needs not a temporary prime minister, but someone who can lead us out of the predicament."

Inoue Chengmei thought: "You mean..."

"It's too early to say that now," Yamamoto Isoroku waved his hand, "Go back and let Watanabe Motoyasu enjoy his 'victory'. However..."

He looked meaningfully at the flickering fire outside the window: "I'm afraid this night will be very long."

Inoue Narumi bowed and left. When his footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, Yamamoto Isoroku sighed.

"Mr. Tojo," he murmured to himself, "your death may herald the end of the Fuso Empire. That fool Watanabe is still dreaming of the revival of the empire. What a pity..."

There was a burst of dense artillery fire in the distance, which was another round of attack by the four ace divisions of China. Yamamoto Isoroku knew that this might be the last struggle of the Fuso Empire.

At this time, Watanabe Motoyasu was immersed in the joy of power and had no idea what fate he was about to face.

In the meeting room of the Army Ministry, Watanabe Motoyasu stood in front of a huge map of Kyoto, his eyes sinister and cold.

"Listen carefully," he turned to face the military and political leaders, his voice low and powerful, "I am now issuing four orders as the interim prime minister."

He raised a finger: "First, the city defense army must hold their positions to the death! Tell the soldiers on the front line that they would rather die in battle than retreat a single step. No matter how strong China's four ace divisions are, they must know the determination of the Fuso warriors!"

"Hi!" The commander-in-chief of the city defense army responded immediately and hurried away to convey the order.

"Second," Watanabe Motoyasu raised another finger, "immediately dispatch two regiments from the reserve to be responsible for my security. The death of Prime Minister Tojo has taught us a lesson. We must never let such a thing happen again!"

"We have already arranged for the deployment," the chief of staff replied, "and the two squadrons will be in place in an hour at most."

Watanabe Motoyasu nodded with satisfaction: "Third, immediately notify Hong Yuzhang of the Puyu Secret Service. I want him to quell the riot in the city as quickly as possible. Tell him that he can use any means necessary!"

"But Colonel Hong Yuzhang just reported," a staff officer hesitated, "the situation in the city is very complicated, riots are happening everywhere..."

"Baka!" Watanabe Motoyasu slammed the table and stood up, "This is an order! Tell Hong Yuzhang that if he can't do it, let him commit seppuku to apologize!"

The staff officer didn't dare to say anything else and quickly retreated to convey the order.

"One last thing," Watanabe Motoyasu's voice became even colder, "I want you to search for the whereabouts of the God's Punishment Special Forces at all costs. Since they were able to sneak into the Prime Minister's Office to assassinate, they must still be hiding somewhere in Kyoto. You must take them all down before they act again!"

"Understood!" The head of the Lan Agency responded immediately, "I have mobilized all available agents and are searching the entire city."

"Not enough!" Watanabe Motoyasu said sternly, "Use the gendarmerie, the police, and even the militia! I want the entire Kyoto to mobilize and find these damn assassins!"

There was silence in the conference room, and everyone could feel the murderous intent in Watanabe Motoyasu's words.

"Remember," Watanabe Motoyasu looked around, "None of these four orders can go wrong. Otherwise..."

He didn't finish, but everyone understood what the threat meant.

At this moment, a signalman rushed in: "Report! There was another riot in the south of the city, and the mob attacked the armory!"

"Baga!" Watanabe Yuantai roared, "Send troops to suppress it immediately! Tell Hong Yuzhang that if he can't control the situation, I will bury his entire family with him!"

The signalman hurriedly retreated. Watanabe Motoyasu turned and looked out the window, the fires rising in various parts of the city reflected on his hideous face.

"Mr. Tojo," he whispered to himself, "don't worry, I will do better than you. These traitors, these mobs, and those damn Chinese, I will make them all pay the price!"

There was another huge explosion in the distance, but Watanabe Motoyasu had already turned a deaf ear to it. He was immersed in his own fantasy of power and seemed unable to see that Kyoto was sliding step by step into the abyss.

The night sky of Kyoto was illuminated red by the flames.

In the south of the city, a suppression force composed of undisputed secret agents and military police was approaching the parade. The searchlights of armored vehicles swept across the streets, illuminating the rioters holding weapons.

"Final warning!" The loudspeaker on the armored vehicle sounded, "Put down your weapons and surrender immediately, or you will be killed without mercy!"

They were responded by a burst of intensive gunfire.

"Baka!" The captain of the Pu Yu special agent who was in charge of the suppression cursed, "Fire!"

Amid the roar of machine guns, fierce exchanges of fire broke out on the streets. But to the shock of the Uncut Jade agents, the marching team not only did not retreat, but rushed forward in an even more frantic manner.

"Kill!" A gang leader with tattoos all over his body brandished a samurai sword and led dozens of his men to rush towards the armored vehicle. "We are all going to die anyway, so why not take a few people with us!"

"For Kyoto!" The guards of Mitsui & Co. set up machine guns in the rear, and the dense rain of bullets forced the Uncut Jade agents to seek cover.

In the north of the city, the situation is not much better.

"Report to Colonel Hong Yuzhang!" A spy ran into the command center, "The third and fifth suppression teams encountered stubborn resistance and suffered heavy casualties! The escort teams of those business houses are well-equipped and have fierce firepower!"

Hong Yuzhang stood in front of the map with a gloomy face. He looked at the riot spots marked on the map, which were densely packed and almost spread throughout Kyoto.

"These damn gangs and businesses," he gritted his teeth, "have been hoarding so many weapons, and now they're taking them all out!"

"Colonel," another spy reported, "the Yamada group in the west of the city and the Suzuki gang in the east of the city have joined forces. They control the entire commercial district. Our people can't get in at all!"

Hong Yuzhang slammed the table hard: "These bastards, they know that once the riot is suppressed, they will be punished. So they just break the jar and fight to the end!"

In the streets, the fighting continues.

"Brothers!" The leader of the Yamada Group raised a Type 100 submachine gun. "The royal family and Pu Yu, those bastards, have long wanted to get rid of us. Either die here today, or fight your way out!"

"Kill!" The gang members roared loudly.

The manager of Mitsui Trading Company stood on the roof, watching the gunshots and flames coming from afar. He knew that this was a battle of life and death. The weapons and ammunition that the trading companies secretly stored finally came in handy at this moment.

"Let them know," the butler whispered, "that we are not lambs to be slaughtered."

An armored vehicle overturned in the explosion, flames shot up into the sky, and the streets were full of traces of gunfire, with bodies and bullet shells scattered all over the ground.

For the first time, the agents of Uncut Jade felt fear. These rioters were desperate, and they knew they had no way out. Everyone was fighting to the death, because they knew that if they failed, they would be subjected to a more brutal reckoning.

"Colonel!" Another spy ran in. "The suppression troops in the south of the city have been repelled! The rioters have taken control of the arsenal!"

Hong Yuzhang's face turned livid. He looked at the growing flames outside the window, knowing that this night was destined to be a sleepless night. And this riot was far from over.