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

Chapter 1029 Conflict breaks out

As night fell, street lights lit up one after another. The roar of heavy engines came closer and closer, and more than a dozen dark green military trucks drove in from all directions and parked neatly on both sides of the street.

"The support team from the Public Security Bureau has arrived!" When Asanogawa saw the people coming, the gloom on his face eased a little.

Hundreds of fully armed Security Bureau soldiers filed out of the trucks and quickly lined up behind Changhui Yuta.

"Group A, Group B, immediately set up blockades on the east and west sides!" Changhui Yongtai ordered in a deep voice, "Group C will set up an encirclement in the north and south! Remember, do not use violence unless necessary! Use riot shields first!"

His orders were transmitted to each squad through the intercom. The soldiers of the Public Security Bureau moved in unison, holding up their shields to form a solid human wall, and slowly advanced towards the demonstrators.

"Team D, prepare tear gas, but do not use it without my order!" Changhui Yuta continued to command, "The medical team is on standby. If there are any injured people, treat them immediately! We must not cause large-scale casualties!"

Under the light of street lamps, the shield encirclement was slowly tightening. The demonstrators found that their retreat was cut off and their emotions became more agitated.

"They want to take Mr. Fujita away! We can't let them succeed! Protect Mr. Fujita!" Shouts rang out one after another.

Changhui Yuta quickly stepped onto the platform and whispered in Asanogawa's ear: "Mr. Asano, the current situation has exceeded expectations. If it is not handled properly, it may cause a larger-scale riot. It is recommended that Fujita Ying be taken away from the scene immediately."

Asanogawa nodded with a gloomy face: "You are right. This trash is even more useless than I thought." He glared at Fujita Ying fiercely.

The soldiers from the Sheriff's Office held their shields and advanced steadily like a moving wall.

They had to control the situation while avoiding over-stimulating public sentiment, and they took every step with extreme caution.

"Be careful!" Changhui Yuta's voice kept coming out of the intercom, "Don't confront head-on when encountering resistance, outflanking! Remember, our goal is to evacuate the masses, not to intensify the conflict!"

Under the illumination of the street lamp, the shield reflected a cold light.

The protesters found that their space for activities was constantly being compressed, but they were still unwilling to give up and were still trying to break through the defense lines and rescue the "heroes" in their minds.

Kobayashi Tanaka looked at all this and said softly to Fujita Ying: "It seems that your identity as a 'hero' is much heavier than you thought."

"Bang!" A young protester slammed into the riot shield, and several security guards stumbled back. Someone took the opportunity to grab a soldier by the collar and punched him.

"Hold on! Don't fight back!" Changhui Yuta immediately ordered on the intercom, "Remember our duties! Stay restrained!"

The soldier who was beaten clenched his teeth, veins popping out on his forehead, and resisted the urge to fight back. His colleagues immediately raised their shields and protected him behind them. More demonstrators began to push, pull, and even punch and kick the soldiers.

"Dear citizens! Please stay rational!" Changhui Yuta raised the loudspeaker and said in a loud voice, "Violence cannot solve any problem! If you have any demands, we can solve them through legal means! Please don't do anything extreme!"

One soldier's helmet was knocked off, blood oozed from his forehead, but he still held his shield tightly and did not fight back. His companions also gritted their teeth and endured the pushing and beatings of the demonstrators.

"We are here to maintain order! We are not here to fight against the citizens!" Changhui Yuta continued to shout, "Please calm down! Violence will only make the situation worse! Let's sit down and talk!"

Several rational demonstrators began to dissuade the radical elements around them: "Don't hit people! We are demonstrating peacefully! Violence cannot solve the problem!" But the scene was still chaotic.

A young soldier was kicked in the abdomen and bent over in pain, but he immediately gritted his teeth and stood up, holding the shield tightly. His companions quickly surrounded him to protect him.

"Everyone, please pay attention! Continue to exercise restraint!" Changhui Yuta's voice was transmitted to every soldier through the intercom, "Remember, the other side is our compatriots! Our duty is to maintain order, not to create confrontation!"

Asanogawa watched all this from the high platform, his face terribly gloomy. He turned to Changhui Yuta and whispered, "This is not a solution. The soldiers' emotions can no longer be suppressed."

Changhui Yongtai wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued to raise the loudspeaker: "Dear citizens! In the name of the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, I guarantee that as long as everyone disperses peacefully, we will seriously deal with your demands! Please give us a chance to talk! Violence will only make the problem more complicated!"

Under the light of the street lamps, one can clearly see the soldiers' sweat-soaked uniforms and their restrained expressions as they try to suppress their anger.

They silently endured the pushing and beatings, and carried out the orders to "restrain" with the utmost patience.

Asanogawa leaned over and grabbed Fujita Ying by the collar, almost growling into his ear: "You loser! I must have been blind to think you could solve the problem! Bringing you here is my biggest mistake!"

Fujita Ying shuddered, cold sweat trickled down his back. He knew Asanogawa's methods too well - those long nights of interrogation, the torture that left skin and flesh bruised, and the dark, damp, musty dungeon.

He shuddered at the thought of going back to that place again.

Asanogawa loosened his collar and sneered: "You'd better think of a way. Otherwise..." He didn't finish his words, but the threat was obvious.

Fujita Ying's pupils contracted violently, and fear surged into his heart like a tide.

He looked at the chaotic scene in front of him and suddenly snatched the loudspeaker from Changhui Yuta's hand.

“Enough! Stop it!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice hysterical. “What are you doing? Are you going to clash with law enforcement officers just for a false heroic image?!”

His sudden outburst slightly dampened the noise at the scene, and some demonstrators stopped and turned to look at the platform.

"Look at what you have done!" Fujita Ying continued to roar, his voice becoming hoarse due to excessive force, "These law enforcement officers, they also have families! They are just performing their official duties! Every punch and kick of yours may tear a family apart! Is this what you want?!"

His voice began to tremble: "I beg you! Wake up! I'm really not a hero! Don't do such crazy things for an insignificant person like me! You will only hurt yourself, those law enforcement officers, and me!"

Tears slipped from his eyes unconsciously, tears of fear, despair and helplessness. His voice was sobbing: "If you really care about me, please stop! Please believe what I say! I am not worthy of you doing this! It's really not worth it..."

The crowd below the stage gradually quieted down. They had never seen Fujita Toru like this before - no longer the tough hero as rumored, but a real, vulnerable, and even somewhat pitiful ordinary person.