One man's resistance against Japan, I mobilized a million people to aid Shanghai.

The operations room of the former Kwantung Army headquarters in Fengtian has been cleaned.

The map on the wall has been updated, showing that the entire China has been restored, including the Three Kingdoms and Japan.

Zhu Yong sat in the main seat, listening to the reports from various departments, his face revealing neither joy nor anger.

Key generals such as Bai Qi, Wang Lei, and Song Yong lined up on both sides.

"My Lord, the city's security has been largely brought under control, and any remaining resistance has been eliminated."

"The Fengtian Military Factory has been taken over, and all high-ranking Japanese prisoners and puppet Manchukuo officials have been cleared out," Wang Lei reported.

Zhu Yong nodded: "What about the resettlement of the people?"

"We are distributing food and medicine, organizing manpower to clear the rubble, and extinguishing the remaining fires."

"But the house was severely damaged."

Song Yong replied, his face still showing signs of fatigue, but his eyes were bright.

"Allocate resources from the seized supplies to prioritize ensuring the basic survival of the people."

"Organize manpower to assist in setting up temporary housing."

"Tell the people that the hardest time is over, the Chinese soldiers have returned, and they will no longer suffer from hunger and cold," Zhu Yong instructed.

"yes!"

Just then, a commotion arose outside the door.

Song Yong frowned, got up and went out to check.

A moment later, he returned, his face ashen, leading a man back.

He was a soldier who appeared to be of Southeast Asian descent. He was wearing an ill-fitting, mixed-race uniform and clutching a dark iron pot tightly to his chest. His face also carried a hint of arrogance.

"What's going on?" Zhu Yong looked up.

Song Yong was furious:

"Sir! The patrol spotted this kid; he stole the only iron pot that an elderly couple had!"

"The elderly couple knelt down and begged for mercy, and he dared to hit them!"

"Even after being captured, he remained defiant, saying... saying that General Bai Qi had ordered that if the sword was not sheathed within three days, any spoils obtained would be his!"

brush!

All eyes instantly focused on Bai Qi.

Bai Qi didn't even lift his eyelids, remaining seated there with his eyes closed as if it were none of his business.

Upon seeing Zhu Yong, the soldier seemed to feel he had found a powerful backer. He puffed out his chest and shouted in broken Chinese mixed with his native language:

"General! General Bai said so!"

"Attack the city, loot! Mine! This pot is mine!"

The operations room was deathly silent.

The generals all looked at Zhu Yong.

Zhu Yong looked at the soldier, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

He leaned back slowly in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

"Bai Qi," Zhu Yong began, "did you give such an order?"

Bai Qi then slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calm as still water:

"I hereby order that after the city falls, swords shall not be sheathed for three days. Seventy percent of the spoils shall be kept by the emperor."

"But the premise is that the targets of looting are limited to Japanese military and political personnel, those who stubbornly resist, and their property. Anyone who harasses Chinese civilians will be executed on the spot."

His voice was cold and clear: "This man misinterpreted military orders, robbed Chinese civilians, and beat the elderly. According to the law, he should be executed."

Upon hearing this, the soldier's face turned deathly pale, and he hurriedly looked at Zhu Yong:

"General! I...I don't know!"

"I thought... I thought I could just steal it!"

"General Bai didn't explain clearly! Spare me! Spare me!"

He knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, and the iron pot in his arms clattered to the ground.

Zhu Yong smiled, a gentle smile that even carried a hint of tolerance.

He stood up, walked over to the soldier, helped him up himself, and even patted the dirt off his knees.

"Get up. Ignorance is no excuse."

Zhu Yong's voice was kind and approachable.

"General Bai's military orders are strict, but it's understandable that you're new here and don't speak the language."

The soldier was stunned, then overjoyed, thinking he had grasped a lifeline, and bowed repeatedly:

"Thank you, General! Thank you, General! You are so kind!"

"This pot,"

Zhu Yong pointed to the ground, "Since it belongs to that elderly couple, let's return it."

"Send them some more rice and grain as compensation for our army."

"Yes! Yes! I'll return it right away! Right away!"

The soldier bowed and scraped, picked up the pot, and was about to leave.

"etc."

Zhu Yong stopped him, his smile becoming even more gentle, "Your contribution to this siege is immense."

"Pass on my order: assemble at the drill ground this afternoon. All troops will be paid, but do not bring your guns."

"Everyone will be rewarded! To celebrate the restoration of Fengtian, wine and meat are specially bestowed upon us!"

The soldier's eyes widened even more; he could hardly believe his ears!

Not only are they unharmed, but they're also rewarded? with wine and meat?!

"Thank you for your kindness, General! Long live the General!"

He was so excited that he was incoherent, and he ran out with the pot in his arms, as if he could already see the reward feast that afternoon.

In the operations room, the generals had different expressions.

Song Yong frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but seeing Zhu Yong's calm expression and Bai Qi's closed eyes again, he swallowed his words.

Zhu Yong walked back to his seat and said calmly:

"Did you all hear that? This afternoon at the drill ground, pay will be distributed."

"Notify all soldiers and officers to proceed to the main force defending the city, responsible for perimeter security and maintaining order."

His gaze swept over the assembled generals, his tone remaining calm, yet revealing an undeniable chilling authority:

"Once everyone has arrived, give each of them a peanut!"

"Remember, leave no one alive."

"The drill ground is their graveyard."

The generals felt a chill run down their spines, instantly understanding Zhu Yong's full intentions.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

These servants, having witnessed the secrets of the expeditionary force's personal space, were originally intended as consumables and potential threats that needed to be eliminated.

Moreover, if the servants join the army to kill Japanese soldiers, it won't increase Zhu Yong's points. Instead, keeping them alive will steal Zhu Yong's kill points.

Using them to attack the city was a case of using someone else to do the dirty work, and also a way to make use of waste resources.

Now that the city has fallen, they have lost their value and have instead become potential sources of leaks and threats to public security.

Zhu Yong never intended for them to leave Chinese soil alive.

The so-called "three days without sheathing the sword" is actually a death warrant, which can both incite their bestiality when attacking the city and provide a perfect excuse for post-event reckoning.

Looting and disturbing the peace violates military discipline; they deserve to die.

The fool who tried to take the blame today just walked right into the line of fire, giving Zhu Yong a perfect excuse.

......

In the afternoon, a huge drill ground was temporarily cleared outside Fengtian City.

150,000 conscripts were gradually assembled here. They were told to disarm, their weapons were to be "stored" in a unified manner, and they were to come lightly armed to receive their rewards.

Many people's faces were filled with excitement and greed. They whispered among themselves, discussing how much the bounty would be, whether there would be enough food and drink, and some even began to fantasize about where they would go to have fun after receiving the bounty.

Unaware that hidden on the high ground surrounding the training ground, rows of heavy machine guns were already pointed at them.

The main force of the fully armed expeditionary force had silently completed the encirclement.

Zhu Yong did not show up.

Bai Qi stood on a command platform at the edge of the training ground, expressionless.

Time is up.

There was no wine or meat, and no reward money.

Only Bai Qi's cold voice echoed through the deathly silent training ground via loudspeakers:

"During the siege, the various units of my army were undisciplined and plundered their own people. The evidence is conclusive."

"According to the law, they should be treated as rebels."

"The General has ordered that all servants and soldiers be executed immediately!"

"Da da da da da—!!!"

"Thump thump thump thump—!!!"

From all directions, light and heavy machine guns, mortars, and even infantry direct fire, which were already prepared, opened fire simultaneously.

A storm of scorching metal instantly engulfed the dense crowd on the training ground!

The soldiers, their faces still frozen in shock, bewilderment, and ecstasy, fell like stalks of wheat after being cut down.

Screams, cries, and curses erupted instantly, but were quickly drowned out by even more intense gunfire.

Someone tried to rush to the edge and was immediately riddled with bullets.

Some people knelt down and begged for mercy, but the bullets still mercilessly pierced through their bodies.

Some people cursed Zhu Ganglie and Bai Qi for their betrayal, but the voices quickly fell silent.

The drill ground was turned into a slaughterhouse.

The massacre lasted less than half an hour.

150,000 soldiers joined the army, and all of them turned into layers upon layers of bloody and mangled corpses on the training ground.

Blood soaked the frozen earth, pooling into streams that reflected a dark red light in the setting sun.

Bai Qi stepped down from the command platform, his boots crunching as they sank into the sticky, bloody mud.

He coldly swept his gaze over the newly created mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

These people are nothing more than tools.

Once it's used up, it naturally needs to be disposed of.

Knowing too many secrets you shouldn't know is a path to death.

As for promises? Mercy?

In the context of racial survival and war, those are merely superfluous decorations.

Zhu Yong needed absolute control and secrecy; any potential threats had to be ruthlessly eliminated.

This is the true face of a warlord in troubled times: he can rouse himself to pay tribute to the fallen heroes, he can slaughter 200,000 surrendered soldiers with a smile, and he can eliminate allies who have lost their usefulness without batting an eye.

Ruthless to enemies, protective of the Chinese people, and cold-blooded towards tools.

This is Zhu Yong's logic: simple, direct, effective, and incredibly cruel.

The message was relayed back to headquarters.

Zhu Yong simply hummed in agreement.

His gaze had once again fallen upon the huge map on the wall, stretching beyond Shanhaiguan and towards the south of China.

He picked up his pen and drew a heavy circle around the location of the mountain city on the map.

It's time for the begonia leaves to fall in China.