324: Chapter 324 One Hundred Million Jade Shattered!

Tokyo, Imperial Palace.

"Bang!"

The heavy wooden doors were slammed open.

Class-A war criminal — Tojo Hideki scrambled and crawled into the main hall.

His face was full of terror, and the moment he saw the Emperor, he dropped to his knees on the tatami mats with a thud.

"Y-Y-Your Majesty the Emperor!"

"Terrible news, something terrible has happened!"

"That group of Long Country people wearing red vests... have broken through!"

Above the main hall.

The Emperor was sitting upright, tasting tea.

Hearing this, he frowned deeply and slammed his teacup down heavily.

"Baka!"

"Panicking like this, what system of decorum is this?!"

The Emperor's face was filled with displeasure and contempt.

Over the past few days, battle reports regarding the "Red Vest Army" had been trickling back to the Cabinet.

They said a group of immortal-like figures had appeared in Long Country.

They could tear tanks apart with their bare hands and catch cannonballs bare-handed.

This sounded utterly absurd to the extreme!

In the Emperor's view, this was definitely a ridiculous lie fabricated by the incompetent generals below to cover up the rout at the front lines!

Concealing things layer by layer and shifting blame onto each other.

He didn't believe it at all!

"Tojo, you are also a high-ranking general of the Empire."

The Emperor sneered coldly, "And yet you actually believe the ghost stories fabricated by those cowards on the front lines?"

Tojo Hideki was so anxious he was about to vomit blood.

He kowtowed desperately, his forehead slamming against the floor with loud thuds.

"Your Majesty! It's not a lie! It's real!"

"The Combined Fleet we sent to intercept them was hijacked by that—that group of red vests!"

Tojo Hideki abruptly raised his head, tears and snot streaming down: "Your Majesty, retreat quickly!"

"We must evacuate immediately! To the Beautiful Country!"

"You are the Emperor; as long as you go seek refuge, they will definitely accept us!"

"Bastard!"

The Emperor flew into a rage and violently kicked Tojo Hideki over.

"I am the Emperor of the Great Dainippon Empire! I am the incarnation of Amaterasu Omikami!"

"You want me to go ask for help from the Beautiful Country, from that group of white-skinned pigs?!"

"And you want this Emperor to act like a turtle hiding in its shell?!"

The Emperor abruptly stood up, his eyes flashing with morbid madness.

"Let me tell you, impossible!"

"Pass on my orders!"

"Prepare for a broadcast immediately! I want to deliver a national address!"

"What bullshit red vests?! They just have a few more people, that's all!"

"This Emperor wants to call upon all the subjects of the Empire to tear these Long Country thugs into ten thousand pieces!"

Tojo Hideki looked at the crazed Emperor before him.

He completely broke down on the spot!

Should I... run away first?

Once that group of red vests lands, I won't be able to run anymore...

Just as the Emperor was preparing for his national address,

Yokohama Port, coastal defense line.

Thick fog blanketed the area, and the atmosphere was horrifyingly dead silent.

In front of the machine gun position,

a Japanese military commander raised his binoculars, his forehead covered in dense cold sweat.

It continuously dripped down his chin.

At the end of his vision,

on the sea surface, countless hijacked transport ships were docking.

A dark mass of people wearing ragged red vests,

carrying fire axes and watermelon knives in their hands, flooded onto the beach like a tide.

If this were half a month ago,

seeing such a group of rioters without even guns, holding farming tools, launching a charge,

these Japanese soldiers would definitely have laughed out loud.

Because that would definitely have been a suspense-free, one-sided massacre!

This group of Japanese devils loved playing advantageous matches like this.

But now,

looking at that getting-closer red tidal wave, all the Japanese soldiers felt their entire bodies go cold.

Cold to the bone!

That's right.

This was also a one-sided massacre.

It's just that the ones being massacred...

were them!

"F-F-Fire..."

The commander's voice trembled violently, even carrying a despairing cry.

"Open fire for me!"

"Da-da-da-da-da—!"

Countless heavy machine guns frantically spewed tongues of fire.

Dense bullets poured down onto the beach like torrential rain.

However, when the bullets hit those red vests, they only splashed clusters of sparks.

The ones charging at the very front were all Blade Group members of Zhao Meng's level.

The bullets hitting their bodies didn't even scrape a bit of skin!

"Monsters! They really are monsters!"

The Japanese soldiers on the defense line completely collapsed.

Watching the Red Wolf Army stepping on the beach, grinning maleocently and pressing closer and closer,

the commander suddenly drew his officer's saber, his eyes turning bloodred, and let out a despairing roar:

"Warriors of the Great Dainippon Empire! For the Emperor!"

"Fight to the death and never retreat!"

"Banzai charge!"

"Banzai—!"

Tens of thousands of Japanese soldiers raised their bayonets and, like a Mad Dog, rushed out from the trenches.

Launching a suicidal charge against the three hundred thousand Red Wolf Army.

The result

was like throwing an egg against a rock.

"Splat!"

A Red Wolf Player swung a rusted fire axe,

and directly hacked three incoming bayonets, along with the Japanese soldier, cleanly in half!

"You dare bayonet-fight with me? You're courting death!"

Severed limbs and broken arms flew all over the sky.

In just over ten minutes, the Japanese military's prideful coastal defense line completely degraded into a living hell.

Day Nine.

Tokyo, Imperial Palace.

The sound of artillery fire in the distance and the roaring crashes of collapsing buildings had faintly traveled here.

The entire city trembled violently under the trampling of the Red Vest Army.

The subordinates had already prepared the speech platform for the Emperor.

But now, the Emperor was put on the spot here...

The Emperor stood in front of the microphone.

Until this moment, he had no choice but to believe:

The Long Country people had really attacked!

That group of red vests, what the fuck, were actually real!

He grabbed the speech manuscript with trembling hands.

His face was extremely distorted, his eyes revealing madness and determination.

"The Empire has reached its most dangerous moment!"

The Emperor's voice spread throughout the entire island nation via broadcast.

"That group of brutal Long Country people is shamelessly violating our territory!"

"They are slaughtering our soldiers! Trampling our homeland!"

"They are demons! They are thugs destroying the peace of Greater East Asia!"

The Emperor slammed the table fiercely and roared hoarsely into the microphone:

"Warriors of Great Dainippon! Offer your hearts to the Empire!"

"The moment to display your Bushido spirit has arrived!"

"Pick up your weapons!"

"Even if it's a bayonet, even if it's a bamboo spear!"

"Go pierce the chests of these Long Country thugs!"

"Even if you fight to the very last person! Even if you bleed your very last drop of blood!"

"Even if one hundred million jade is shattered!"

"This Emperor is with you, fighting to the very last moment!"

As his voice fell, all the little devils collectively "went crazy".

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor—"

"Banzai!"

Meanwhile,

on the streets of Tokyo, smoke and gunfire filled the air.

The voice in the broadcast echoed cracklingly across the streets through the large loudspeakers on the utility poles.

The Red Wolf Army, who were advancing while stepping over ruins and carrying fire axes,

all stopped in their tracks.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the large loudspeakers on the utility poles.

Stunned for a full two seconds.

The next second,

inside the entire Red Wolf Guild's channel, it instantly blew up!

"What the actual fuck?!"

Zhao Meng stared with ox-like eyes, his face full of disbelief, "Does this dog thing still want any fucking face?!"

"He actually has the fucking face to say we are the invaders?!"

Lin Zihao laughed out of extreme anger, his blood-dripping saber violently hacking into the nearby wall.

"A thief crying 'stop thief'—these beasts have truly mastered it!"

"Fuck his grandpa's!"

A Red Wolf Player cursed angrily, "When they went over to our place to burn, kill, and loot, it was called [Co-prosperity]!"

"When we take revenge and hack our way over, it becomes thugs destroying peace?!"

"These double-standard dogs! It's truly disgusting opening the door for disgust's mother—disgusting to the extreme!"

Lu Yuan stepped on a scrapped armored vehicle.

Listening to the hysterical "one hundred million jade shattered" on the broadcast, a trace of extremely tyrannical and cruel sneer slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth.

He slowly raised the watermelon knife in his hand, which had already been hacked until its blade was curled.

Pointing towards the direction of the Imperial Palace.

"One hundred million jade shattered, huh?"

Lu Yuan's eyes were ice-cold, his killing intent soaring to the heavens, and he let out a roar that shattered the neighborhood:

"Brothers, fulfill him!"

"Charge over for me!"

"Today, I'm going to shatter this lousy island of theirs completely clean!"

"Kill—"