webnovelfull Chapter 952: Fueling the Public Parade
Chapter 952: Fueling the Public Parade
In a corner of Kyoto, the night was as dark as ink, the moonlight was blocked by heavy clouds, and only a few faint rays of light occasionally shone through, covering this ancient city with a mysterious veil. In the secret base of the Chinese Intelligence Special Operations Department, the lights were dim and tense, and the air was filled with a repressive and urgent atmosphere.
Xiong Chang, the head of the operations department, was standing in front of a huge tactical map with a cold look in his eyes, as if he had already seen the storm that was about to sweep across this land.
"We must make people realize the seriousness of the situation and let them understand that only by unity can we resist the coming disaster." Xiong Chang's voice was low and powerful. This action not only concerns the outcome of the intelligence war, but also the fate of the entire Kyoto and even the entire Fuso.
Under his order, members of the Operations Department once again embarked on a dangerous journey.
They took great risks, traveling through the streets of Kyoto, quietly distributing carefully crafted tabloids. Although the paper of these tabloids was rough, the content on them was like a sharp knife, striking directly into the hearts of the people.
The tabloids analyzed the geographical distance between Osaka and Kyoto, as well as the destructive power of China's long-range firepower, from an extremely objective and calm perspective. They used data and facts to tell the public that since Osaka could be reduced to ruins overnight, Kyoto was definitely not a safe place. This straightforward and shocking statement quickly caused an uproar among the public.
Even more shocking is that the tabloid also veiled a startling news: Emperor Jinto was most likely dead, and the royal family was secretly preparing to flee to the Kanto region. This news was like a bomb, and it exploded among the people. For many people, the emperor is not only a symbol of the country, but also a spiritual pillar in their hearts. Now, the emperor's life and death are uncertain, and the royal family is preparing to flee again, which is undoubtedly a heavy blow to their beliefs.
As soon as the tabloid came out, the streets of Kyoto quickly became abuzz. People gathered in groups of three or five, talking about it, with fear and anxiety written all over their faces. Some people began to buy supplies, preparing to flee the city that could be reduced to ruins at any time; others began to organize themselves and try to find the whereabouts of the emperor to confirm the authenticity of the news. The whole of Kyoto seemed to be shrouded in an invisible panic, and the air was filled with a sense of impending doomsday.
However, behind this chaos and panic, Xiong Chang and his team showed a satisfied smile. They knew that these tabloids had successfully touched the hearts of the people and made them begin to realize the seriousness of the situation. And all this was just part of their carefully planned intelligence war.
In the streets of Kyoto, it was already dark, but the streets were still brightly lit and bustling with people. Countless Fuso people gathered in groups of three or five, their faces full of anxiety and uneasiness, discussing the contents of the tabloids that had been widely circulated recently. The panic spread rapidly across the land like a plague.
"Have you heard? The tabloids say that His Majesty the Emperor may have passed away." A middle-aged man said solemnly, his voice sounding particularly low in the night.
"How is it possible? How could His Majesty the Emperor just leave like that?" a young woman immediately retorted, her face full of disbelief.
"But you see, the war clouds are getting closer and closer to Kyoto, and the predictions in the tabloids seem to be coming true one by one." Another old man said worriedly, his trembling hand pointing at the faint flashes of artillery fire in the distance.
"Yeah, I didn't believe it before, but now it seems that the news is not groundless." A man in a suit echoed, his eyes revealing deep worry.
The public was talking about this, and panic was spreading rapidly among the crowd. Many people began to recall the predictions in the tabloids. Those things that they had once regarded as nonsense now seemed to be coming true one by one. The fall of Osaka, the threat of long-range firepower, the uncertainty of the Emperor's life and death...all of this filled their hearts with anxiety and fear.
"If it is true as the tabloids say that His Majesty the Emperor has passed away, what should we do?" a middle-aged woman asked anxiously, tears in her eyes.
"We must unite and fight against foreign enemies together!" a young man said excitedly, his voice was particularly loud in the crowd.
However, not everyone was as motivated as this young man. Some people who had originally sneered at the contents of the tabloids began to waver. They began to think about their own retreat and worried whether they could survive the disaster if the war broke out.
"I heard that some officials have begun to prepare a retreat for themselves." A man in plain clothes whispered, his eyes revealing a sense of mystery and uneasiness.
"Really? Even the officials are starting to flee?" another citizen asked in surprise, his face full of disappointment and anger.
"This is not good news." An old man sighed and shook his head, as if he had seen that the future of the country was filled with darkness and despair.
In this chaos and panic, officials in Fuso's government departments also began to feel unprecedented pressure. They knew that as leaders of the country, they must remain calm and firm to stabilize the people's hearts. However, when the clouds of war were getting closer and closer to Kyoto, and even His Majesty the Emperor had not appeared for at least five or six days, they began to think about their own retreat. After all, in this life-and-death struggle, no one can guarantee their own safety.
The night was getting darker, but the streets of Kyoto were still bustling. The people's discussions, sighs, and anxieties intertwined to form a frightening picture. In this land, panic spread rapidly like a plague.
In just two days, as if stirred by an invisible force, more than a dozen large-scale public demonstrations broke out in Kyoto.
These marches are like surging torrents, gathering and surging in every corner of the city, completely venting out long-suppressed emotions.
As night fell and the lights came on, the streets of Kyoto did not become quiet. Instead, waves of passionate slogans and angry shouts echoed in the night sky.
Holding torches and banners, the people poured into the streets, their faces full of anxiety, anger and uneasiness. Every march was like a spiritual catharsis, showing their fear of the future, their worries about the emperor's condition and their hatred of the war without reservation.
"We want to know the truth! Where is His Majesty the Emperor?" A middle-aged man stood at the front of the parade.
"Yes! We can't be deceived! We want to see the emperor!" The people around responded one after another, their emotions were completely ignited, as if at this moment, all the fear and anxiety turned into the power to move forward.
There were many white-haired old people in the parade, who were tremblingly holding up banners with tears in their eyes.
For them, the emperor is not only a symbol of the country, but also a spiritual pillar in their hearts. Now, the emperor's life and death are uncertain, making them feel unprecedented despair and helplessness.
"Your Majesty, where are you? Please come out and see us!" A young woman shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice becoming intermittent due to crying. Beside her, many people could not help but shed tears, their hearts filled with thoughts and worries for the emperor.
As the demonstrations continued to escalate, an indescribable atmosphere of depression permeated the streets of Kyoto. Everyone was on the verge of collapse, and their emotions were like bombs about to explode, with only a little spark to trigger an unmanageable disaster.