vstars Chapter 1095 Launching a General Offensive
Chapter 1095 Launching a General Offensive
Watanabe Motoyasu's office after the press conference.
"Sir," the trusted aide Nakajima asked in a low voice, "Do you want to...?"
He made a grabbing gesture.
"Ha." Watanabe Motoyasu smiled sarcastically, took out a Cuban cigar from the cigar box and lit it slowly.
"You overestimate these stupid students." He blew out a puff of smoke. "They are just a group of children whose ideals are blinding their heads. Now their faith is collapsing, which is more painful than killing them."
"But......"
"Didn't you see what they looked like just now?" Watanabe Motoyasu's eyes flashed with contempt. "That kind of despair, that kind of collapse, is more effective than any punishment. Let them live and let them be tortured by the feeling of betrayal day and night. This is the best way to deal with it."
He walked to the window and looked down at the students leaving the building one after another. Naizi and Kawamura were the last to leave, their shoulders drooping, as if they had aged ten years overnight.
"These ignorant students can't play any role in the overall situation." Watanabe Motoyasu sneered, "On the contrary, touching them will cause more trouble. Those university professors and students' parents are all troublesome characters."
"Let them reflect on themselves." He flicked the ash off his cigarette. "When they wake up from this 'betrayal', they will understand that studying hard and obeying orders are what they should do."
Nakajima nodded thoughtfully.
"Go prepare for the meeting tonight," Watanabe Motoyasu turned around, "That rat Fujita Ying is the primary target now."
"Yes!"
Nakajima turned and left, leaving Watanabe Motoyasu standing at the window, watching the distraught students gradually disappear into the night.
They will never know that they are just supporting roles in this drama. And the "traitor" they want to catch has closed his eyes forever in a corner.
The Game of Thrones was never something these naive students could participate in.
Watanabe Motoyasu's office.
"How is today's lunch preparation going?" Watanabe Motoyasu asked happily.
"It's already being prepared, sir." Nakajima replied respectfully, "The chef has specially prepared your favorite Kobe steak."
Watanabe Motoyasu nodded with satisfaction. After this morning's operation, the situation in the city was completely under control. The workers were appeased by the pension, the students were shocked by the "truth", and even the damn Fujita Ying was wanted.
"Thanks for the hard work," he leaned back in the leather seat, "The storm has finally calmed down."
And at this moment, outside the city.
Stein stood in front of the command vehicle, carefully observing the eastern city defense through a high-powered telescope. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he quickly discovered the key changes.
"Did you see that?" he said to the chief of staff beside him, "The Changyu Division was transferred into the city to suppress the riots, and there is an obvious gap in the eastern defense line."
The chief of staff nodded: "Yes, General. There is only one reserve wing defending there now."
Stein sneered, "Watanabe Motoyasu, you moved the main force into the city to suppress the civil unrest. This is a fatal mistake."
He turned around quickly and picked up the radio: "Skull Division, prepare to attack! Target: East side of the city defense!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Suddenly, hundreds of heavy artillery opened fire at the same time. Shells rained down on the eastern city defenses, and deafening explosions resounded through the sky.
"First wave of fire coverage, ready!"
"Second wave of fire coverage, ready!"
"Armored troops, prepare to charge!"
Stein's order was brief and powerful. The steel torrent of the SS Division began to move slowly, and the sound of hundreds of tank tracks merged into a thunder.
In Watanabe Motoyasu's office, a glass of fine red wine was being poured into a crystal goblet.
"Sir," Nakajima came over with a tray, "lunch will be ready soon..."
"boom!!!"
A loud explosion interrupted his words, and the wine glass slipped off the tray and shattered. The scarlet wine spread on the carpet like a pool of blood.
"What's going on?!" Watanabe Motoyasu stood up suddenly.
"Report!" A communications officer rushed in, "The city defense on the east side was under heavy bombardment! The SS Division launched a full-scale attack!"
Watanabe Motoyasu's face turned pale in an instant.
He finally realized that he had made a fatal mistake. In order to suppress the riot in the city, he transferred the Changyu Division into the city, which gave the enemy an opportunity to take advantage.
At this time, Stein was standing in front of the command vehicle, staring coldly at the billowing smoke rising in the distance.
"Attack!" he ordered.
The steel torrent roared, and hundreds of tanks rolled towards the eastern city defense. The lone reserve corps on the defense line seemed so weak and powerless in the face of this overwhelming offensive.
"Baka!" Watanabe Motoyasu overturned the desk, and the documents fell to the ground. "Immediately order the Changyu Division to return to defend! Now! Return now!"
Nakajima immediately grabbed the phone: "Changyu Division, urgent order! Return to the east side of the city defense immediately! Repeat, return to the defense immediately!"
"Tell them," Watanabe Motoyasu's face twisted with anger, "if there is any problem with the city defense, I want them all to commit seppuku!"
"Yes!" Nakajima continued to convey the order, "Lord Watanabe has ordered that the city defense must not be lost! Those who disobey the order will be punished by seppuku!"
Changyu Division Headquarters.
"Everyone, pay attention!" Matsushita Yusuke immediately ordered after receiving the order, "Return to the defense immediately! All troops, assemble to the east side of the city defense as quickly as possible!"
The dense sound of military boots rang out, and the troops who had just been maintaining order in the city immediately began to move out of the city. The engines of armored vehicles and Type 97 tanks roared, and long armored columns rushed through the streets.
"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" Matsushita Yusuke stood on the command vehicle and urged at the top of his voice, "First Squadron, follow me and go directly to the east gate! Second Squadron will encircle from the north! Third and Fourth Squadrons will advance from both wings!"
The armored convoy roared towards the east gate, but everyone knew that it would take at least half an hour to defend the city. And half an hour, in a fierce battle, is enough to change everything.
Inside Watanabe Motoyasu's office.
"How long will it take?!" He paced back and forth anxiously.
"Your Excellency," Nakajima wiped the sweat off his forehead, "It will take at least thirty minutes..."
"Thirty minutes..." Watanabe Motoyasu's voice trembled a little, "Can the firepower of the Skeleton Division hold up..."
At this moment, he finally realized what a dangerous dilemma he was in. In order to suppress the riot in the city, he moved the main force away from the city defense. Now, this fatal decision-making error may put the entire Kyoto into crisis.
Outside the city, Stein looked through the telescope at the Changyu Division hastily returning to defense, a sneer appearing on his lips.
“Now,” he ordered over the radio, “increase the fire! Don’t let them get back to the line!”
More intensive artillery fire covered the route of Changyu Division's retreat. The steel torrent rolled over, vowing to completely tear open the gap in the eastern city defense within these thirty minutes.