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

Chapter 1110: Destruction of the Nation

"From today on," Su Zhengyang's voice echoed over the ruins, "Han culture schools will be established throughout Fusang!"

He glanced at the Japanese people kneeling on the ground: "Everyone must learn Chinese, learn Chinese culture, and accept China's education!"

"Those who are willing to obey can be lower-class citizens. But remember, you must obey absolutely!" Su Zhengyang said word by word, "Those who are unwilling..."

He pointed to the bodies on the ground that had been beaten to a pulp and said, "You can go see your Amaterasu."

Changshun looked up suddenly and finally understood Su Zhengyang's intention. This was not just a conquest, this was to completely disintegrate Fuso from the foundation!

"All Fusang children must attend Chinese culture schools!" Su Zhengyang continued to announce, "They must speak Chinese, write Chinese characters, wear Chinese clothes, and learn Chinese etiquette and culture!"

&34;From today on, Fuso language is banned! Shintoism is banned! Kimono is banned! Anyone who violates this will be killed without mercy! &34;

All the Japanese present looked ashen. This was going to make them completely lose their culture, their identity, and everything they had!

"This... This is going to destroy our nation and our race..." a member of the royal family muttered to himself, trembling all over.

"That's right!" Su Zhengyang sneered, "Fusang will disappear from history from now on! Your descendants will become the people of China!"

&34;No!&34; Someone uttered a desperate wail.

But Su Zhengyang turned a deaf ear to him: "Klinghe!"

&34;In!&34;

"From today on, all Fuso people must change to Chinese surnames! All shrines must be demolished! All Japanese-style buildings must be rebuilt!"

&34;Yes!&34;

&34;Ike!&34;

&34;In!&34;

&34;Set up a special operations team! Anyone who dares to resist will be executed! &34;

&34;Got it!&34;

Reporters frantically recorded all of this. They witnessed the beginning of a nation being completely assimilated.

Su Zhengyang stood on the podium with a cold look in his eyes. This was the final judgment he prepared for Fusang.

Not only will this country disappear,

We must also let this nation be obliterated in history.

This is the cruelest punishment for the invaders.

"You devil!" An elderly royal relative suddenly stood up, "You want to cut off our bloodline! You want to destroy our culture! You..."

&34;Snap!&34;

A gunshot rang out and the old man fell to the ground.

"I hate it when people interrupt me." Su Zhengyang put away his gun, "Since you old fools are so anxious, let's start with you."

He glanced coldly at the other royal family members and said, "Klinghe, drag all these stubborn elements out and execute them in public! Let the Japanese see what the new era is!"

"No! Don't!" someone wailed miserably.

"Amaterasu! Save us!" Someone knelt down and cried bitterly.

"You devil! You will be punished!" someone cursed wildly.

&34;Da da da!&34;

The sound of machine guns rang out again, and several clan members who were cursing were instantly shot into sieves.

"Drag him out!" Klinghe ordered.

The soldiers began to arrest people. Those once noble royal relatives were now like lambs to be slaughtered, being violently dragged to the execution ground.

Someone is crying.

Someone is struggling.

Some people have been so frightened that they have lost control of their bowels and bladder.

Some were dragged along like rag dolls.

&34;Bang! Bang! Bang!&34;

The sound of gunfire continued, and each gunshot represented the end of the life of a royal family member.

Changshun knelt on the ground, trembling all over. He saw his relatives fall in a pool of blood one by one.

"This is the price of resistance." Su Zhengyang's voice was icy cold, "Tell all Fuso people, either surrender or die! There is no third way!"

Blood was flowing on the ground,

The wailing echoed in the air,

And this is just the beginning.

The reporters watched all this in amazement.

"Oh my God..." an American reporter muttered to himself, "How dare he do this in front of the cameras of the whole world..."

"This is crazy!" the reporter from the British Empire whispered, "This will make China's image in the international community..."

&34;Isn't he afraid...&34;

Su Zhengyang glanced at them coldly, his eyes like a knife: "Afraid? Why should I be afraid?"

He strode toward the group of reporters and said, "Let me ask you, where were you when the Japanese were wreaking havoc in Northeast China? Where were you when they were vivisection of my compatriots in Unit 34?"

"You so-called 'civilized countries' can only talk hypocritically about your international image here!" Su Zhengyang's voice was full of sarcasm, "But I tell you, every bit of humiliation in the past must be repaid with blood!"

The reporters shuddered.

"Take pictures! Take pictures of them all!" Su Zhengyang pointed at the corpses, "Let the whole world see, this is the fate of the invaders! This is China's revenge!"

"We don't care about our international image!" His voice became colder and colder. "The road to China's rise will be paved with the blood of our enemies! Whoever dares to stop us will have to pay the price!"

The reporters' hands were shaking, but no one dared to put down their cameras. They knew that this horrific scene would be recorded in history forever.

Su Zhengyang stood on the podium, looking arrogant: "Tell the world that China's iron hoof will crush all enemies!"

Su Zhengyang turned his gaze to Changshun: "Now, it's your turn."

Changshun shuddered.

"Tell me," Su Zhengyang said in a cold voice, "Do you want to die or live?"

"I...I..." Changshun trembled all over. He looked at the bodies of his relatives on the ground, and then at the shrine that was still burning.

&34;Bang!&34;

Su Zhengyang suddenly fired a shot into the sky.

"Ah!" Changshun collapsed to the ground and kowtowed frantically, "I want to live! I am willing to do anything! Please spare my life!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" His forehead bleeds on the ground, "I am willing to change my surname to a Chinese surname! I am willing to speak Chinese! I am willing to be the lowest slave! Please..."

"Traitor!" There was a sudden roar from the Fuso soldiers watching the ceremony below.

&34;Coward!&34;

"Shame!"

&34;Traitor to Bushido!&34;

&34;Royal scum!&34;

Changshun turned a deaf ear to him and continued to kowtow frantically: "I am willing to help you manage Fusang! I am willing to educate my compatriots! Please give me a chance..."

"Shut up! You spineless!" A Fuso officer roared, "Do you still have the nerve to call yourself a prince!"

Su Zhengyang smiled coldly: "It seems that some people are still not convinced."

&34;Da da da!&34;

The sound of machine gun fire rang out, and the shouting Fuso people instantly fell in a pool of blood.

"Go on." Su Zhengyang looked at Changshun, as if he had just crushed a few ants.

"I...I will definitely cooperate with you in your work!" Changshun's forehead was bleeding, but he still kowtowed, "I will make all Fuso people understand that the only way out is to submit to China!"

"Very good." Su Zhengyang nodded with satisfaction, "You are much smarter than your father."

Reporters recorded this scene silently.

The dignity of a prince,

in the face of death,

It is so vulnerable.