nucmednet Chapter 1113 It’s time to end
Chapter 1113 It’s time to end
Kyoto Imperial Palace, inside a palace that was not bombed.
Su Zhengyang sat in the main seat and glanced at the generals present.
The commanders of the four ace divisions:
The commander of the Skeleton Division, Ike, always has the aura of death on his stern face.
The commander of the Imperial Division, Klinghe, was dressed in a black military uniform and had eyes as sharp as a knife.
Otto, the commander of the Northern Division, the war machine from Northern Europe, sat upright.
Li Feier, the commander of the Zhenxing Division, is the youngest ace commander, but he has already made great achievements in battle.
The supreme commander of the Northwest Army, Zheng Zeyu, was dressed in military uniform and had sharp eyes. His chief of staff, Gu Chenghai, was reading the combat briefing.
Liu Chengxu, the commander of the Central Plains Army, was a burly man with a resolute face. Chen Tong, the chief of the general staff, was looking down and writing something down.
There is also the Imperial Army Chief of Staff Stein, a military genius from the Bird Empire, who is studying the map intently.
"Everyone," Su Zhengyang said in a strong voice, "Fuso is finished. But this is just the beginning."
He stood up and walked towards the huge battle map: "Now, it's time to talk about the next plan."
The generals straightened their backs. They knew that a grander strategic blueprint was about to unfold. This expeditionary meeting would determine China's next goal. And every general present would play a key role in this grand plan.
Su Zhengyang picked up the baton and drew it across the huge map of Fuso.
&34；看这里，&34；他的指挥棒点在四国岛，&34；四国岛已经完全控制。&34；又移向九州，&34；九州岛也在我们手中。&34；最后指向北海道，&34；北海道的抵抗力量已经被清剿干净。&34；
He pointed his baton at Kyoto: "Now, the heart of Fuso is in our hands. But..."
The baton moved eastward, across Nagoya, and pointed directly at the Kanto Plain: "This place still needs to be thoroughly cleaned up."
Liu Chengxu immediately straightened up and said, "President, the Central Plains Army must make a concerted effort to sweep across Kanto!"
"Very good." Su Zhengyang sneered, "Tokyo, Yokohama, Chiba, these places must be completely taken. Don't give Fuso any chance to breathe."
Stein added: "According to intelligence, there are still about 34 troops in the Kanto region who are fighting stubbornly."
"Two hundred thousand?" Liu Chengxu sneered, "They are just a bunch of ants waiting to die."
Su Zhengyang nodded: "Then this task is handed over to you. Make sure that the Guandong Plain also has a taste of our iron hoof!"
The generals looked at the map. The Fusang Empire was already in name only, and soon, the last enclave would be annexed by China.
"Time flies." Su Zhengyang put down the baton, "We just set foot on the land of Fusang at the end of August, and it's already the Spring Festival."
He turned and looked at the generals: "The soldiers are tired, it's time to let them go back and reunite with their families."
"It's time for me to go back home," Su Zhengyang smiled, "My family must be getting anxious waiting for me."
"Mr. President," Liu Chengxu laughed, "You can go back home and celebrate the New Year without any worries. The remnants of the defeated army in Guandong have long been leaderless, so leave it to us to deal with them!"
"That's right," Zheng Zeyu also laughed, "The president should go back and comfort his sister-in-law first."
&34;Hahaha...&34; A burst of laughter broke out in the conference room.
Even the usually stern Ike smiled: "It seems the president is also dominated by his wife."
"You guys..." Su Zhengyang shook his head and laughed, but a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, "That's settled. Lao Liu, Guandong is now in your hands."
"I guarantee that the mission will be accomplished!" Liu Chengxu straightened his chest and clasped his fists.
The generals looked at Su Zhengyang. This iron-blooded commander also showed his tender side when talking about his family.
"Okay," Su Zhengyang's expression turned serious again, "Next are the specific orders."
"First, except for Liu Chengxu's Central Plains Army, all troops should begin to prepare for evacuation. The North Sea Fleet will assist you in returning to China."
Stein immediately wrote down: "I will arrange the withdrawal plan."
"Second," Su Zhengyang looked at Liu Chengxu, "the Guandong theater allows you to use weapons of mass destruction. You don't have to care about any international conventions, and you should end the battle as quickly as possible."
Liu Chengxu's eyes flashed with a cold light: "I understand. Let those stubborn elements see what real hell is."
"Third," Su Zhengyang's voice became colder, "After I return to China, I will immediately ask the Ministry of Government to send officials to Fuso. None of the policies announced before can be lost."
He pointed his baton at the map: "Chinese culture schools must be established, Fusang language must be banned, and everyone must learn Chinese. I want the entire Fusang to be completely assimilated within ten years!"
"Don't worry, President," Klinger said solemnly, "We will strictly enforce these orders until you return."
Su Zhengyang nodded with satisfaction: "Very good. Then everyone, let's start the action. Let's end this war as soon as possible."
The generals agreed in unison. They knew that this was not only a military victory, but also a thorough cultural cleansing.
"Zheng Zeyu." Su Zhengyang added, "You should leave part of the Northwest Army behind to guard the city. The others can return home."
"Yes!" Zheng Zeyu immediately responded, "I will select elite troops to garrison there."
As orders were issued one after another, the entire expeditionary force became busy.
Stein was arranging the withdrawal plan.
Ike's Skeleton Division began to assemble.
Klinge's Imperial Division is ready to load.
Otto and Li Feil were also counting the number of people.
Su Zhengyang walked to the window and looked at the snow-covered Fusang land outside. The winter in Kyoto was extremely cold, and snowflakes fell one after another, covering this war-torn land.
&34;I'll be home soon,&34; he whispered to himself.
His mind flashed with his wife's face and the six-month-old child. He hadn't seen the child since he left for the war. He wondered if the child could call him dad now.
"Mr. President," Stein came over, "the withdrawal plan has been arranged. The first troops will be able to leave in three days."
Su Zhengyang nodded, his eyes still looking into the distance.
This war that started in the midsummer is about to end in the cold winter. And he can finally put down the burden of being a commander and go back to being an ordinary husband and father.
The wind was cold and biting at the Nagasaki Port dock.
The warships of the North Sea Fleet were neatly moored at the port, their black hulls particularly eye-catching in the white snow. Soldiers marched in formation and boarded the ships in an orderly manner.
"The first group of the Skeleton Division, prepare to board the ship!" Ike stood on the deck and gave the order in a cold voice.
"The second batch of the Imperial Division, all troops, pay attention to the formation!" Klinghe's voice also echoed in the cold wind.
The soldiers, carrying their equipment on their backs, filed up the gangway on the snow, their boots making neat sounds on the steel deck.
At the port, military trucks continued to deliver supplies and equipment, logistics troops were counting the spoils, and medical teams were evacuating the wounded.
"Have all the heavy equipment of the Northern Division been loaded?" Otto was checking the loading status.
"The Revitalization Division has completed 34 percent of the transfer." Li Feier reported to Stein.
Su Zhengyang stood at the highest point and looked at the busy port.
Four months ago, they landed here with the determination to win.
Now they set out from here again, with the glory of victory.
Amid the falling snow, the warship's whistle echoed throughout the harbor.
The expeditionary force is about to set off and return to the motherland they miss day and night.