Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 764 This time, we're really taking you all in!

Inside the Ningbo Prefecture Operations Command Center, the unusual weather conditions had been reported, and Xia Lin was listening to a briefing from relevant parties.

"The current extreme weather is most likely due to the northward shift of the waterline causing a climate rebound. According to the overall meteorological monitoring report this year, the temperature in the entire area north of the Yellow River was significantly higher than in previous years from spring and summer to autumn. After entering winter, the temperature also rose abnormally. Under the influence of extreme weather, the cold air in the northern border that should have reached the Qinling Mountains earlier was suppressed north of the North Sea. It was not until the overall climate turned cold that the cold air that had accumulated for more than half a year finally pushed down in one go."

"We believe this is not entirely a bad thing. Currently, most parts of the country are experiencing low temperatures and snow, which will only benefit next year's harvest. However, according to intelligence analysis, Japan may soon face a large-scale famine. This is because Japan's agricultural structure and grain reserves are far inferior to ours, and they have drawn a large amount of grain from the people as reserves in preparation for our impending attack. In other words, without human intervention, Japan may lose 30% to 40% of its population due to this extreme cold weather."

Hearing this, Xia Lin slightly raised her head: "Only three to four tenths?"

The word "only" stunned the bigwig of Fuliang. He looked up from the report and said, "General, three to four tenths is nearly two million people. Isn't that enough?"

"not enough."

Xia Lin spoke with unusual coldness: "What I want is not a number of one or two million, but the destruction of its country and the extermination of its race. Since heaven is on my side now, a mere one or two million is not even enough to fill a tooth gap."

The academic luminary, unfamiliar with politics, silently shook his head and said, "General, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do about this. I can't control the weather either."

Xia Lin didn't blame him. He was already quite remarkable to have achieved this much with the existing observation conditions. It would be a bit unreasonable to expect everyone to be a genius.

So he asked, "Mr. Dong, what do you mean by 'human intervention'?"

"It's about providing a certain amount of food to Japan to help them get through this winter."

"whispering sound……"

Xia Lin curled his lip in disdain: "I have that kind of grain. I can feed the pigs and chickens at home, and next year I'll have pig's trotters and eggs. Why would I feed them? What? Do you think they can give me a mountain of gold?"

At this moment, a lieutenant general bent down and said to Xia Lin, "General, I have a plan, but I don't know if I should tell you."

"Spit it out if you have something to say."

The adjutant immediately stood at attention, coughed, and said, "The Japanese population is conservatively estimated at five million. If we were to kill them all, we might not only ruin our reputation, but we might also fail to eliminate them completely. But what if they kill themselves?"

"Go on," Xia Lin said, immediately perking up. "Forget about whether it's auspicious or not, God has given me this opportunity, and I really don't want to let it go."

"I have long heard that there are two groups in Japan: the Mao people and the Japanese. These two groups are like sworn enemies. Now, in this tragic situation, the Mao people's situation is probably even more perilous. But whether they are Mao people or Japanese, they are still human beings... Even if they are not human beings, they are still animals with the will to survive."

Xia Lin's eyes darted around: "You continue."

"Could we go and find General Ye of Goguryeo right now? Ask him to send a fleet from there, travel a few hundred miles, and once they reach Japan, open the granaries and distribute grain. But we can't just give out the grain indiscriminately. The north is mainly inhabited by the Japanese, so we'll use grain to buy the lives of the Mao people. And in the south, which is mainly inhabited by the Mao people, we'll have General Liu use grain to buy the lives of the Japanese. Right now in Japan, there are more Mao people than Japanese, and the Mao people are weak while the Japanese are strong. One Japanese is equivalent to two Mao people. As long as we start a fight, the entire country of Japan will be without food within three months."

The tech gurus nearby shrank back upon hearing this. This two-way scheme was nothing short of a ruthless and cruel monster. If this were to happen, Japan would surely be plunged into a bloodbath, but the Central Plains Empire would somehow manage to gain a good reputation by providing food.

"Then how can we do it without making a sound?" Xia Lin tilted his head and looked at the adjutant. "We can't just issue the order directly. There are no secrets that stay hidden forever. If this gets out, what about my reputation? Does such a big country not care about its reputation? A nation is founded on benevolence and virtue!"

“How can it be unbenevolent? We just need to give more to the Japanese in the south and more to the Mao people in the north, right? If people ask, we can say that the Japanese are causing trouble and that the Mao people are all inferior people, so why should they eat so well? And we can say that the Mao people are causing trouble in the north and that the Japanese have already plundered their grain, so why should we give them more?”

Xia Lin pointed at him and said, "Let me tell you, being too immoral will shorten your lifespan."

"It's alright. If I can help the commander-in-chief solve his problems, what's there to fear even if I die right now?"

After he finished speaking, the room became quiet, with only the crackling of the charcoal fire in the stove and the biting sound of the cold wind outside the window. The only other sound was that you could hear a pin drop.

Those academics don't understand why people's hearts can be so corrupt. This is truly a plan to destroy the country and its people. After all, Japan is not a small country. You can't kill them all from the outside, but it's much easier to make them fight each other from the north and south in a timed qualifying tournament.

The key issue is that while they are experiencing massive internal conflicts and deaths, they turn around and thank the great Celestial Empire for providing them with delicious food.

“Alright, let’s do it this way. When the observers from various countries arrive next spring, they will see the benevolence of our Great Wei and the barbarity and cruelty of the barbarians.”

"General, wouldn't that mean we can't demonstrate our military strength?" someone asked cautiously. "This goes against your original intentions."

"Easy!" The adjutant laughed. "We will mediate at the request of both sides in the Japanese civil war."

How to mediate?

"You don't even understand this?" The adjutant frowned as he looked at the intellectual, clicking his tongue and shaking his head back and forth. "So-called mediation means bringing in a large army to tell them to stop fighting. If they don't listen, then crush both sides."

Xia Lin silently gave him a thumbs up: "That works."

After saying that, he stood up and walked to the door. He glanced back at the people inside the room, hesitated for a moment, and said, "What are you waiting for? Get to work! Hurry up!"

While Japan was suffering a devastating disaster, they had no idea that a meticulously planned blitzkrieg was slowly unfolding in the distant Central Empire.

Orders were sent north, notifications were sent south, reports were made to the west, and orders were given to the east. The war machine operated with equal ferocity at different times of war. Even if the wind was not right or even if there was a blizzard, a single order was given and a large fleet of ships would set sail fully loaded and head towards their predetermined destinations.

Ships of grain and ships of weapons, like a simple sketch, vividly depicted the divine grace of the East Asian legal superpower. The snow had fallen intermittently for a month, and over 70% of the Japanese population was starving. Even the nobles in Kyoto were in no better shape; they couldn't even collect a single grain of food from the locals. In the countryside, let alone rabbits, even the beetle larvae hibernating under tree bark had been dug up and eaten clean.

Cannibalism is already happening right before our eyes.

Just then, the fleets of the great empires from the north and south arrived. Without any permission or notification, they docked at some of the busiest ports in Japan. Then, a eunuch stepped down from the flagship, and ignoring the wary and cautious Japanese on the other side, picked up an imperial edict and began to read it aloud:

"I have inherited the Mandate of Heaven and nurtured all nations. I have recently heard that the island nation of Japan has suffered from consecutive years of poor harvests, with its people struggling to eat and fathers and sons unable to protect each other. I am deeply saddened by this. Natural disasters are common to all nations, and although we are separated by vast oceans and your country has repeatedly invaded our borders, I am still moved by your plight. In the past, Japan sent envoys to seek our education, braving thousands of miles of turmoil. Now that your country is in trouble, how can we stand idly by?"

An imperial edict ordered the prefectures of Yangzhou and Mingzhou to immediately dispatch 500,000 shi of rice from their official granaries, and to send 50 warships, with the naval commander Zhang Shiheng as their escort. A ten-volume set of the *Qimin Yaoshu* (Essential Techniques for the Common People) was also bestowed upon them, and Wang Hongdao, the principal of the Ministry of Agriculture, was sent to accompany them to teach them methods for keeping warm and preserving their lives. No delays were permitted in the prefectures and counties they passed through.

"You shall understand my benevolent intentions towards distant lands and govern the people well. When the envoy arrives, you shall lead your subjects in kneeling to receive the Emperor's grace, and shall not be arrogant or haughty. If the sea voyage encounters a storm, you may temporarily anchor in Silla to rest and recuperate; I have already ordered King Kim Chun-chu of Silla to provide assistance."

A divine decree from the Heavenly Kingdom left the entire country of Japan completely bewildered. They didn't understand its meaning at all, but it was like a pillow being delivered to someone who was sleepy. It's not a big deal that Japan's southern territory was occupied by others. They should just give it to them. That's why you have to say that a father is the best. He will help when it's time to fight or help.

All the courtiers of Kyoto knelt down to thank the Emperor for his grace. Even Soga no Iruka, who was extremely disgusted with the Central Empire, was deeply moved at this moment and secretly decided to take one less shi of rice from each household when plundering them in the future as a token of his gratitude.

The large ship became the savior of the Japanese people, who cheered and went to collect rice and flour, knowing they could get through the winter no matter what.

Meanwhile, in the Southern Expeditionary Army's camp, the generals at all levels, having heard about the plan from above, held incense sticks in their hands and remained silent. The room was filled with the smoke of incense, and when the outside light shone into it, oh my... the sun shone on the incense burner and produced purple smoke.

"Ah this..."

Bao Wu leaned forward and asked, "Isn't this a bit too harsh?"

Guo Shilun, the deputy naval commander of Ningbo Prefecture, laughed and said, "Ruthless, huh?"

“From now on, our sons will be born without an anus.” Bao Wu suddenly laughed: “That’s too disgusting.”

"If you, my senior, can call this filthy, then it truly is filthy. But the commander-in-chief said that this tiny country disregards the prestige of our father country, repays kindness with enmity, and rebels against its superiors. This is tantamount to patricide and regicide. Punishment is not enough to appease our anger. We must destroy this country and exterminate its race to ensure the peace and well-being of our descendants for generations to come."

"Order!"

Bao Wu, the two Lius, and a group of commanders all stood up in unison: "The country will be destroyed and the race exterminated!"

The plan progressed smoothly, and no one in Japan suspected anything. They even used the grain provided by Wei to stockpile a second batch in preparation for war with Wei.

However, as the second phase unfolded before the start of spring, chaos began to break out in Japan from top to bottom. The turmoil started in the north of Japan. At first, the local daimyo did not take it seriously. It was just that the local Japanese were dissatisfied with the allocation of quotas demanded by the Mao people and dared not have any conflict with the angels of the superior country, so they could only vent their anger on those Mao people and kill a few insignificant Mao people.

This also saves food.

But the atmosphere soon changed. The massacres between the two sides spread to Kyoto, and overnight the entire city was plunged into a sea of ​​killing. The Japanese started the action, and some daimyo and nobles even took the initiative to support them. When the Mao people realized what was happening, their will to survive began to force them to fight back.

Soon after, problems also emerged in various parts of the north. This time, it was the Mao people who were massacring the Japanese. They were armed with weapons they had bought with gold and silver ore and were chasing after the Japanese and hacking them to pieces.

The old, weak, women, and children—the accumulated resentment on both sides had transformed them all into hellish demons. Their blood had stained the river crimson. Every morning, Japanese soldiers being hunted would pound on the doors of their camps in various locations, pleading for help. However, a proclamation had long been issued within the camps, stating that they would not interfere in the affairs of the Japanese government…

The death toll snowballed, and the phrase "nine out of ten houses empty" hardly describes the devastation across the land. And, as fate would have it, the power of journalism once again became apparent. The Mao people in the south, upon hearing that their resistance against oppression had led to the massacre of their northern kin, were consumed by rage. Their tribe was relatively united, and having accumulated some gold and silver through their pioneering work, they were now blinded by greed. They used all their wealth to buy weapons and marched north.

In a region where even a battle involving a hundred men is considered a large-scale operation, the sudden emergence of a militia of over ten thousand men is simply unbelievable without the guidance of Han Chinese.

But by now, the lords of Kyoto have realized their mistake too late. Their territory is too small. These hairy people, like a snowball rolling downhill, can only travel about 400 li from Kumamoto to Hiroshima. Along the way, there are supply ships from the Heavenly Kingdom at every port. And the Heavenly Kingdom's supply points are only ordered to distribute food to people, regardless of who these people are...

By this time, the hairy people in the north had been almost completely slaughtered, and the sight of blood and flesh all over the city was terrifying. When those hairy people passed by and saw their kin being treated like this, they were no joke; their eyes turned red, and they were risking their lives.

They are all of East Asian descent, with similar genetic makeup, and their combat capabilities are not low. Especially under the guidance of a grand strategy, these people have unleashed a war potential that is unimaginable in ordinary times.

The two sides eventually met in Okayama Prefecture, 300 miles from Kyoto, and then the Mao people and the Wa people clashed in the largest conflict in the history of Wa.

Of course, that's not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that the Mao people's advisors are from the Military Academy of Fuliang Academy, while the Japanese are from the Military Academy of Jinling University...

In other words, Xia Lin's students and Ma Zhou's students are fighting a real war in someone else's country.

Is this something we can afford to lose? We'd lose all face if we did.

"Fuck you, Xu Zhonglin! I'm done for, charge! Artillery!" The commander behind Mao looked at the scorching point on the map: "Move the artillery and get him! Our artillery principle can't back down!"

Meanwhile, Xu Zhonglin took a deep breath and pointed at the same spot: "Fire incendiary bombs! We must take this high ground before nightfall tonight! At all costs, even if it means leveling the hill! Who's on the other side? Huang Gou or Cao Gou?"

"It is Cao Benqing, Cao Shaofu."

"That damn Cao Benqing, burn him! I couldn't beat him in three war games, but this time I'm going to show him what scorched earth tactics are all about!"

(End of this chapter)