Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

"Nobuyuki Baba is preparing to hold a ceremony for Hisahito to become Crown Prince, and will force him to take the position of Crown Prince."

Li Xinghe rubbed his forehead and asked Nagumo Misaki, who was temporarily eavesdropping on the scene:

"And what are our distinguished former prime ministers doing?"

Misaki Nagumo, who was in charge of the surveillance, offered an unprecedented option:

"They are now secretly discussing whether they can adopt a male member from the branch of the Miyako family that was forcibly separated after World War II as an adopted son to inherit the throne."

Yes, Shigeru Ishiba and a few other old men have now turned their attention to discussing how to prolong the life of the Emperor system.

Li Xinghe was speechless.

Even after all this trouble, the prime ministers still find ways to continue their stinking mess.

Although Japan has been pretending to be a modern country, the core spirit of the Emperor system still reveals the undeniable stench of feudalism within the nation. Take, for example, the issue of imperial succession: with the only prince being a morally unstable, borderline mentally challenged individual, while the princesses are intelligent and capable, the emperor insists on pushing the fool onto the throne.

Now that the fool Yuhito has been kicked off the ship by Li Xinghe, they have to go forward to find a male heir from the old palace family that has already been kicked out of the royal family.

It's already the 21st century, and for the core of politics to still be fixated on such issues of bloodline is utterly absurd. This foolish issue of imperial succession resonates strongly with the widespread brainwashing of the far right in society, making even the most idiotic elements of the Japanese imperial family appear even more moronic.

Li Xinghe wanted to curse, but the words caught in his throat. He decided to just consider it a lucky accident, a way to buy time.

"After all, it's a country that even has to put its rice reserves on the market through bidding. It's too difficult to expect them to change their mindset."

This is another ridiculous situation. Given the current high rice prices in Japan, the Japanese government has repeatedly released rice reserves. Not only are the quantities released very small, but they are also sold through bidding. As a result, the price of the reserve rice has been driven up by various agricultural cooperatives and middlemen, completely negating the effect of releasing reserve rice to lower market prices.

Instead, it resulted in a higher rice price.

"Then now..."

"Meeting."

Li Xinghe patted the table and led the Nan Yun sisters into the adjacent conference room.

Lin Youzi, who rushed here from the Qingshan Command Headquarters, is Li Xinghe's best supporter and has just arrived at the scene to take command of the ship.

On either side of the table sat generals from different directions and affiliations.

Whether it was the Ukrainian battalion commander, the North Korean commander, or the Chinese commander, most of them had serious expressions, as if they already knew what kind of night it was. Only Xu Baofeng, the person Li Xinghe had brought from above, was relatively lenient at this moment, whispering with his subordinates.

The Coastal Combat Brigade and the Adversary Division, both brigade-level units within the same corps, actually have little personnel movement between them. After all, the Coastal Combat Brigade is a typical warlord-style unit, with each battalion commander having a fixed subordinate force. The Adversary Division, on the other hand, is a modern force specifically assembled from Chinese personnel.

Li Xinghe entered the room, tapped the table, and said seriously:

"I don't care where you come from."

"I don't want to ask which countries you are still secretly in contact with, nor do I want to ask who you have dinner with on weekends."

"You are all poor travelers stranded in the rain, and I am your benefactor who lent you an umbrella and a bed. Your military pay and treatment have never been stingy. Now I have only one request: to complete all the strategic objectives deployed by headquarters beautifully, clearly, reliably, and quickly. You will likely be facing real Japanese government troops, and you will have to fire deadly bullets at those unprepared professional soldiers."

"Yes!"

The camp leaders all stood up.

But it will indeed be a dangerous surprise attack, a sneak attack on government forces. If it fails, these people will have a hard time even escaping Japan.

Li Xinghe raised his voice:

"This is a coup."

“I’ll repeat myself: this is a coup! It’s a real, undeniable power grab. We will support former Prime Minister Shinjiro Koizumi to complete a power grab that will go down in East Asian history. Once it succeeds, you will become a significant force in Japan, and I will give you wealth and power.”

The camp leaders continued to swear an oath:

"We swear to follow you!"

To quickly set the mood, Li Xinghe immediately gave the order:

"set off!"

Operation codename: Scaling New Heights!

Although he really wanted to say that he was going to climb Mount Naroda, he regretted that most of his subordinates did not understand what he meant. Those who did understand would naturally see through the malice in it. Therefore, Li Xinghe slightly modified it to avoid being seen through.

Before leaving, Li Xinghe handed the scene over to Lin Youzi:

"Ms. Lin Youzi is representing me on the Longxiang and Fengxiang ships. If those old men in the conference room want to come out, lock the door."

With that, he put on his military helmet and went outside the cabin with his soldiers.

Here, rows and rows of tanks and armored vehicles are ready, and soldiers are fully armed, poised to participate in the assault at any time. Helicopters are preparing for takeoff, and drone pilots are continuously loading drones onto the ship.

We have been preparing for this for a long time, and no further mobilization is needed.

Each soldier received double the paycheck; the operational plan for today had been honed through years of experience during martial law.

At this moment, no more words are needed.

Li Xinghe remained silent, waved his hand, and got into the armored vehicle at the front, leading his troops into the brightly lit streets through the cold, dark wind.

Far behind the cabin window, Lu Yuchi, Hua Yingmei, Shang Qiujia, and others silently watched him leave.

Danger alerts were sounded throughout Tokyo:

"Warning! Red alert!"

To the astonishment of all Tokyo residents, several Mi-8 attack helicopters brazenly flew low over the Cabinet Office and the Prime Minister's official residence, firing helicopter rockets!

As rockets streaked across the sky in deadly flames, tanks roared, their iron hooves shattering the silence of the night.

The imposing heavy troops marched north along the main road, the soldiers openly displaying their military insignia, their rifles reflecting an eerie light under the neon lights of the night, the tank tracks and the streetwalkers seemingly complementing each other.

Tokyo residents, still drowning their sorrows and wandering the streets that night, stared in disbelief as the army marched by, repeatedly asking:

"What exactly happened...?"

Nagata Town.

The Uyghur soldiers stationed at the crossroads were crushed by the roar of artillery before they could even speak. Their shattered bodies lay sprawled on the ground, oozing hot blood.

As the tanks roared into Nagata-cho, Li Xinghe stood unmasked atop the Guardian armored vehicle, gazing at the Weshin Army, a CIA-backed piece of trash, being utterly crushed by his own troops as if they were his own son.

But perhaps fate won't so easily grant Li Xinghe victory.

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At this very moment, still at the Aoyama Command Headquarters, Chris and Minami Yoshio kept sending in intelligence from various Self-Defense Forces locations:

"The 32nd and 34th Infantry Regiments have departed from Sakazuma Garrison in Shizuoka Prefecture and Omiya Garrison in Saitama Prefecture, respectively, and are converging on Tokyo. The movement of the Chubu Air Group is unknown, and the Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force is conducting intensive internal communications!"

Li Xinghe was starting to lose his composure.

Just as Nobuyuki Baba's actions were half armed rebellion and half violent demonstration, making it difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood and to discern his affiliation, and then taking advantage of the chaos to enter Tokyo while Shigeru Ishiba ordered an internal investigation, the rapid advance of the 32nd and 34th Infantry Regiments and the 12th Helicopter Combined Brigade was similarly ambiguous and unclear, making it difficult to determine their true purpose.

It's like the Japanese, who never speak definitively and never say 'yes' or 'no,' which makes them seem indecisive and unpleasant.

He didn't want to think about it anymore, but instead directly questioned the other party:

"When asked why they were moving, they were told that Tokyo had not issued any orders for them to assemble."

All three units gave the same answer:

"It's an order from Ground Chief of Staff Yasuomi Morishita."

Even though Li Xinghe said that Morishita Yasuomi had died unexpectedly yesterday, the three units did not believe him.

They didn't move earlier or later, and remained completely still during disaster relief. But just when Li Xinghe and Koizumi had already discussed and decided on their strategy to become the rulers of Japan, the Self-Defense Forces suddenly mobilized. This really infuriated Tokyo's second most playboy.

Li Xinghe launched into a tirade of insults:

"I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!"

Xu Baofeng asked:

"What do we do now? Two directions..."

Li Xinghe waved his hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world:

"Kill them all!"

……

The Kanto Plain.

The 12th Brigade is rapidly advancing south.

But in terms of speed, it wasn't particularly fast; it was just traveling south by car.

This southward march, due to its hasty deployment, lacked any logistical preparation. As a result, when the convoy passed by a convenience store, soldiers had to get out and buy food at their own expense. Therefore, they would raid every restaurant in every block they passed through.

After finally reaching a relatively large urban area, the soldiers flooded into McDonald's, only to be astonished by the prices:

"Baka! Even mini burgers are now 300 yen? And why are small fries 250 yen? Add the cost of a Coke, why don't I just go eat a Chinese set meal?"

McDonald's employees also have something to say:

"Because even the cheapest set meal isn't cheaper than this. Do you think it's like 10 years ago, when a rice set meal cost 450 yen?"

Restaurant prices had already more than doubled between 2010 and 2018, and at that time, many people liked to compare Tokyo's income and prices to argue for the superiority of life in Japan. However, by 2020-2028, with prices doubling again, the price of a bowl of rice at various restaurants has generally doubled, and even the cheapest rice set meals and McDonald's small meals have reached alarming levels. Even the most rudimentary roadside eateries run by elderly people, with their prices reduced to the bare minimum, are approaching 700 yen for a single rice set meal.

These hole-in-the-wall restaurants gradually disappeared as the elderly passed away in large numbers, and were replaced by more expensive shops.

The soldiers were making a huge fuss, but the waiters were quite firm:

"Prices have risen even more in the US. If you think it's too expensive here, go check it out in the US."

Even so, Self-Defense Force personnel have no choice but to bite the bullet and buy food.

The Self-Defense Force personnel were furious. The smallest McDonald's burger in Japan can be finished in just two bites, and the small fries are so sparse you can count them with the naked eye. While the Japanese have been tempered by thousands of years of hunger, the Self-Defense Force personnel are being forced to rush to Tokyo, and then they're being fed McDonald's twice a day—one tiny burger in the morning and one in the evening. The soldiers of the 12th Brigade are so hungry they have to go to convenience stores and buy yakisoba and bread with their wages. What kind of combat is this?

Let's have a battle between our wallets and hunger!

However, from another perspective, this is the daily routine of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces.

Not to mention meals, even lodging in military camps requires paying rent. The equipment and fuel costs for going out to provide disaster relief for the people are all paid for by the officers and soldiers themselves. The government and the Self-Defense Forces do not pay for these things, yet they are made to bear the blame from the public. They even have to find ways to buy toilet paper themselves, because the toilet paper that can be issued in the military is distributed as a strategic resource, and there is even a joke about someone being given less toilet paper if they make a mistake.

As the troops gradually approached the Tokyo metropolitan area, Brigade Commander Maesaki Maejima received a phone call from Li Xinghe:

"I order you to leave!"

The young man's order was met with disapproval from Masaki Maejima:

"Who are you? I am Masaki Maejima, commander of the 12th Brigade!"

Unexpectedly, the young man opposite shouted:

"I am Hoshino Masaru, Director of Logistics, Strategic Support and Planning at the U.S. Forces Japan Command and the U.S.-Japan Combined Command! I, by virtue of the unified leadership enjoyed by General Jacqueline Wong, Commander of the U.S. Combined Command in Japan, hereby order your unit to withdraw!"

Upon hearing his name, Masaki Maejima fell silent for a moment.

This is a well-known name, and many people in the Self-Defense Forces hate him. This guy took over the Kaohsiung and arbitrarily modified the Fengxiang and Longxiang, making a mess of the Self-Defense Forces' defense outline plan.

Masaki Maejima retorted:

"I'm going to Tokyo to quell the rebellion. Are you going to betray your country?!"

"You want to fight me in Tokyo?"

Li Xinghe's tone became even more forceful.

"let's hit."

Masaki Maejima hung up the phone.

Li Xinghe immediately issued an order for his troops to march north at top speed and prepare for battle in the bustling downtown area of ​​Omiya City, Saitama Prefecture.

In the air, several Mi-8 helicopters piloted by Russian pilots were heading north, while an expensive S-series anti-aircraft vehicle was raising its anti-aircraft launchers. Meanwhile, a carrier-based aircraft squadron from the Seventh Fleet, having taken off from Yokosuka, was watching the fierce battle from a distance in the airspace.

The author says:

Author's Note: Thank you all for your support. 4400 words. I didn't sleep well this morning; I overheard my aunt and mom arguing for a long time about their niece who stole something…

Chapter 654: The Core Command of the Riot, Bombing Tokyo - I, Li Mei (4900 words)

The sky was dark.

"Is a fight breaking out outside?"

There was no response to this question.

The gentle and virtuous Zhao Lieshu knelt in the corridor, curiously watching Valeria, dressed in military uniform, squatting in the corner. Valeria wanted to smoke but dared not light it. She held a brand-new e-cigarette but felt her heart burning with desire. In the end, she simply buried the e-cigarette and the cigarette case together in the ground.

The sudden craving for cigarettes, that brain-devouring urge, made Valeria want to tear her own brain out and crush it. The milk seeping from her breasts only added to her agitation.

"you……"