nucmednet Chapter 1104: Flags Flying
Chapter 1104: Flags Flying
&34;Boom!&34;
There was another loud bang, and a big hole was blown in the roof of Changle Hall, and broken glazed tiles fell like raindrops.
&34;Your Majesty! Be careful!&34;
Watanabe Motoyasu hurriedly pushed his wheelchair to avoid the attack. In the wheelchair, Emperor Jinto's face was as pale as paper, with blood on the corner of his mouth. The emperor, who was once high and mighty, now looked like a helpless old man.
"Cough... cough cough..." Emperor Jintou coughed weakly, "Watanabe-kun... am I going to die here..."
"No! Your Majesty!" Watanabe Motoyasu's voice trembled, "I must protect you and leave!"
&34;Boom! Boom!&34;
Two shells exploded nearby. The blast flipped over the screen in the corridor, and precious calligraphy and paintings turned to ashes in the flames. Watanabe Motoyasu tried his best to protect his wheelchair, but he was still shaken and staggered a few steps.
&34;This way! There is a secret passage here!&34;
He pushed his wheelchair through the palaces. Every building he was familiar with was now completely unrecognizable in the bombardment.
&34;Ah!&34;
A burning beam collapsed and nearly hit the wheelchair. Watanabe Motoyasu broke out in a cold sweat and quickly changed direction.
&34;Boom!&34;
The rockery in the Imperial Garden was blown to pieces. Watanabe Motoyasu pushed his wheelchair through the rubble. Emperor Jindong looked at the ruins around him with cloudy eyes, and tears fell silently.
&34;Here! It should be safe here!&34;
Watanabe pushed his wheelchair into a side hall. But the next second, a rocket whizzed in.
&34;Your Majesty!&34;
He tried desperately to push the wheelchair away, but he was blown away by the air wave and fell heavily to the ground.
"Watanabe-kun!" Emperor Jindong shouted weakly.
"I'm fine!" Watanabe Motoyasu got up, blood coming out of the corner of his mouth. "We have to keep going!"
They walked through the ruins, looking for a ray of hope, but every step forward, there would be new explosions blocking the way.
The once magnificent imperial palace has now become a maze of death.
"Your Majesty... I'm sorry..." Watanabe Motoyasu's voice choked with sobs, "It's me... We failed you..."
Emperor Rendong looked at the burning palace and murmured to himself: "Is this... a punishment from heaven..."
&34;Boom!&34;
There was another loud bang. The two looked up and saw that the last escape route had been blown off. Flames shot up into the sky and smoke filled the air.
They have no way to escape.
Watanabe Motoyasu knelt in front of the wheelchair, tears streaming down his face: "Your Majesty...I...I am incompetent..."
Emperor Rento, sitting in a wheelchair, just silently watched the collapsing palace, watching the symbol of power that they were proud of turn into ashes in the artillery fire of China.
&34;Your Majesty the Emperor!&34;
A Fuso officer knelt in the ruins and cried loudly. In front of him was the bombed-out throne room. The dragon throne, which symbolized the imperial power, was now only fragments.
"Baga!" Another squadron leader raised his saber frantically, "Serve the Emperor with loyalty!"
&34;Onboard!&34;
Dozens of soldiers followed and rushed out of the bunker, but before they could run a few steps, they were engulfed by a new round of rocket fire. Their bodies were torn into pieces in the explosion, and blood and armor fragments mixed with mud were thrown into the air.
&34;Aaaaah!&34;
A young sergeant knelt on the ground with his head in his hands. He had been taught since childhood that the emperor was the incarnation of God and the imperial palace was sacred and inviolable. But at this moment, he watched these "sacred" buildings turned into ruins in the artillery fire.
&34;We...we're done...&34;
&34;Amaterasu...&34;
&34;Why is this happening...&34;
There were cries of collapse. Some soldiers cried while hugging the broken flagpole, some knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and some stared blankly at the burning palace, as if they had lost their souls.
"We must not surrender!" an old soldier screamed, "We are the emperor's warriors!"
He drew his command knife and tried to lead his men to charge, but more soldiers had already lost their will to fight and sat on the ground crying.
&34;Boom!&34;
Another round of volleys of fire. The main hall of the palace collapsed in the explosion. Countless soldiers watched this scene, and their faith completely collapsed.
&34;Why...why is this happening...&34;
&34;Your Majesty...I'm sorry...&34;
&34;We...we failed in our duty...&34;
Someone held a saber and wanted to commit seppuku, but was stopped by his comrades.
Some people fired frantically at the Chinese positions until they were blown to pieces by artillery fire.
More people knelt on the ground and cried bitterly as they watched the burning palace.
Their beliefs,
Their pride,
The holy place they guarded all their lives,
It is being reduced to ashes under the steel torrent of China.
&34;My Emperor...&34;
An old soldier raised his saber tremblingly, but the next second, he pointed the tip of the saber at his own throat.
"Stop!" His comrades tried to stop him, but it was too late.
Blood gushed out. This veteran who had served for twenty years was still looking towards the direction of the palace at the last moment of his life.
And in the ruins, countless soldiers were crying out in collapse:
&34;Your Majesty the Emperor!&34;
&34;God bless you!&34;
&34;Why...why...&34;
Their cries sounded so sad amid the roar of artillery fire.
"Commander, what should we do with the surrendered soldiers?" Zelda walked to Klinghe.
Klinghe put down the telescope, his eyes cold: "The blood debt of the Fuso people must be repaid with blood. When they invaded China, did they ever think of this day?"
He turned to the signalman: "Pass my order! All firepower units, one final volley! Leave no one alive!"
&34;Boom! Boom! Boom!&34;
Intensive artillery fire covered the entire palace area. Countless Fuso soldiers were turned into pieces in the explosion. Their cries and screams seemed so insignificant in the artillery fire.
"Panzergrenadiers, enter the Imperial Palace and clean up the battlefield!" Klinghe ordered coldly, "Engineers, get ready. I want to plant our flag at the highest point of the Imperial Palace!"
The armored troops roared forward towards the palace. The heavy tracks rolled over the ruins and corpses, crushing the magnificent buildings and the stubborn enemy troops into pieces.
"For the dead!" the panzergrenadiers roared. "For the massacred civilians!"
The sounds of MP40s firing and grenades exploding came one after another. The Fuso soldiers who knelt on the ground begging for mercy and the officers who tried to commit seppuku all died in this revenge.
The engineers set up ladders and climbed up the only remaining main building of the palace.
&34;Swish!&34;
The Chinese military flag rose in the twilight, fluttering in the wind.
Klinghe looked at this scene with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes: "Let them remember this day. This flag will make every Fuso understand the price of invading China!"
As night fell, the Chinese flag flew high above the palace. This imperial city, once worshiped by countless Fuso people, had now turned into a hell in the rage of revenge.
And this military flag will always remind the Fuso people that the crimes they have committed will eventually be punished.