C441 Scruple

The other man in black glanced at him and said snappily, "What you are saying doesn't sound like what a Japanese warrior should say! Everything we do is for the sake of the strength and revival of Japan! Everything is for Japan, everything is for the Emperor, don't you understand? "

The man in green was, of course, An Peiqing, who had been active in China for a long time. One of Japan's most powerful Yin Master, An Peiqing laughed and said, "Everything is for Japan?" There was a hint of disdain in his words: "China is a giant dragon and he is still sleeping. I hope the one who woke him up is not our Japan!"

"Why?" The black clothed man said in surprise, "You're afraid? Could it be that even Master Ampere would be scared? "

An Peiqing nodded and said seriously, "I am indeed afraid! China is not as weak as we think it is. In China, a man must not be messed with, or else, you and your Black Dragon will die miserably. It's better if you pray that he does not act this time, or else, neither of us will be able to return! "

"You're talking about that man called Chen Yuyang?"

An Peiqing was startled for a moment. With a serious face, she nodded again and said, "Remember, do not provoke him. I have fought with him before. If he wants to kill someone, no one in this world can stop him! "

"Don't try to bolster others' morale and extinguish your own. I don't believe it!"

"If you don't believe me, you can go to the Church and see the Pope who is known as the number one person in the world. You'll understand. Once you make a move and destroy the Church of the Thousand Year Old, do you think that your Black Dragon will be able to match up to the Church? " A smile appeared on his face, but there was a hint of contempt in it.

"What does the destruction of the Church have to do with him?" The black-clothed man was in a very bad mood.

"He did it. No doubt, I have investigated this matter. Although the vampires in the west have contributed a lot, the one who truly dealt a fatal blow to the Holy See is still that man. I don't know how powerful he is exactly, maybe God Tianguang will understand!" The sky was clear.

"Sunshine?" The black-clothed man said disdainfully, "Do you really believe in the existence of Heaven's Illumination? "That is just the idea of all of you Dark Sun Masters deceiving the world. I really don't understand you!"

An Peiqing shook her head and said, "I didn't believe it at first, but now I believe it. Because of my style god, I can't help but believe that there is also a God of Heaven's Illumination and the Occult Snake's existence. Therefore, if there is anyone in this world who can stop that man, they might be God of Heaven's Illumination!"

"Nonsense!" The banner's slogan made him very angry just by looking at it. He felt that he had also underestimated the anger of China, and his eyes could already see the haze of war!

Hua Xia's anger had reached an indescribable level. This anger went straight to the ears of the heavens. The capital, even a city like the capital was filled with rage. What else could one say? Number two seemed to have underestimated the influence that the battle of the South Sea had on the Chinese people.

Right now, not only the army, even the citizens needed a young, wise, wise, and hard-blooded commander to lead them on the road of revival, not just those old fellows from Zhongnanhai who were on both sides. Although they were calm, they were already beginning to lose their vigor.

Chen Yuyang had also seen this point, so he waited patiently, waiting for the opportunity he needed.

He knew that although he was in a high position, that position was still empty. He had to have enough public opinion, otherwise he would not be able to control everything. He did not like the feeling of being in control.

Therefore, at this time, he chose to retreat to advance. This was not only a game between China and Japan, it was also a game between Chen Yuyang and the few old fellows up above. Whatever he wanted to do, no one could stop him, unless it was the public opinion of the world. Thus, what he needed now was for the public opinion of the world to fall on his side.

He wanted to see the attitude of the people of the world towards him. The affairs of Japan were the best sharpening stones of the land, if the people were useless to him, then Chen Yuyang would definitely not waste his energy doing anything to help the people of Japan. He would just let the old men do whatever they wanted.

Chen Yuyang was not a saint, if one did not commit suicide, he would naturally have this kind of thought. At that time, he would choose to resign, learn from his old man, and his beloved woman, hide in the city, and live an ordinary life, carefree and unfettered in the world.

However, the public opinion of the world seemed to not hold Chen Yuyang, the young chairman of the military committee, in contempt. They were looking forward to the South Sea's victory and hoped that this young man would be able to stand at the east side of the world once more.

This was a type of national pride, but Chen Yuyang seemed to have underestimated this strong national pride.

Currently, in Jiang-Nan military region, Mo Shaohua had already been ordered to send 50,000 people to the northwest to pacify his anger. In there, there would probably only be blood. The outer Saint King was still the outer Saint King's policy.

This was also why Chen Yuyang was so angry. However, this anger was still suppressed in his heart and did not burst out.

However, even if he didn't explode, it didn't mean that everyone was willing to endure. It was early in the morning in the capital. The sky was just beginning to brighten. The people in front of the Tiananmen Square were already sitting quietly. Students from Tsinghua University and Beijing were arriving in groups with banners.

The workers behind them were white-collar workers, blue-collar workers, and even gold-collar workers. Almost at the same time, they arrived and looked at the rising flag and listened to the heroic national anthem.

When the national anthem ended, the bright flag once again appeared in the sky above the square as if it was a routine. Everyone looked at the flag with indescribable pride and indignation. After the flag was raised, they did not leave. Instead, they sat quietly in the public square, facing Grandpa Mao's portrait. It was very quiet, so quiet that even the sound of needle and thread falling could be heard.

Just like that, in front of the Gate of Heavenly Peace, the crowd became more and more crowded, but even though it was crowded, no one made a sound. Sitting there quietly, as if thinking about something, the elderly began to think back to the past fifty years, to the shocking war, to the ruins of all history.

The young students were also reminiscing. Although their memories weren't as fresh as those of the seniors, they were able to see bits and pieces of history from the history books. The anger in their hearts slowly rose to a higher level, turning into an inexplicable sense of disappointment and desolation.

If that great leader was still alive, would today's result be different? The people of the capital couldn't help but start to collectively think back to that founding leader, that spiritual pillar of China.

This silence, this silent struggle, undoubtedly brought the capital great pain and a vacancy that could never be filled.

At the Chen Family, Chen Yuyang was looking at the latest news from the Southern Ocean and he couldn't help but feel pain in his heart. Another collision, another sinking of the fishing boat, the loss of countless lives, and his burial in the ocean. He saw the weeping of the relatives of the victims, the dissatisfaction of the people from the islands in the Southern Sea, and also saw a large amount of bright red blood.

What shocked him even more was not only the islands in the South Sea, but also the northwest side. Mo Shaohua's elite troops had already arrived in the northwest side, and the soldiers in police uniform appeared like madmen. The bloody massacre also started there, and Mo Shaohua's information clearly showed that there was a problem.

It was a simple narration, but Chen Yuyang could see some things between the lines that he did not want to see.

The soldiers in police uniforms stood in confrontation against a group of 134-year-old lama. Their slogan was simple: Put down your weapons, but after three strikes, they still didn't let go of their shovels or their sticks. Just like that, they were ruthlessly shot down by the lama.

Ever since Chen Yuyang came out, he had killed countless people, but he had never seen this kind of situation before. He rushed out slightly, shooting at a few thirteen or fourteen year old children, this was already to the extent where there was no hope, those children were innocent, they were merely being used by others.

Damn it! Chen Yuyang cursed lightly, then retracted all the power from his arms, violently smashing the phone in his hands onto the ground. With a loud sound, the phone immediately turned into fine powder, his pale face continuously trembled as the corners of his mouth twitched.

Zhu Geqingqing, who was behind him, seemed to be frightened. Only after a long time did she regain her senses, and affectionately asked: "Yuyang, what happened?"

Chen Yuyang squinted his eyes and did not turn his head around. The murderous intent in his eyes had already been emitted, causing the entire air to freeze up. After a long while, he finally said lightly: "It's nothing, it's just a small matter!"

Within Zhongnanhai, Number One and Number Two looked at each other. Bai Jingqi helplessly smoked, Number Three seemed to have gotten used to this silent situation, but he still uncomfortably stroked his suit and brushed the dust off of it. His eyes flipped, and he opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Actually, it wasn't really important whether Chen Yuyang was here or not. What was important was that if this kind of bloody man wasn't here, these old fellows would find it difficult to make up their minds to go and fight in this battle.

Therefore, everyone could only remain silent.

It was silent here, but on the other side, in the other meeting room, no one could remain silent. The eight great forces had all arrived, the Northeast's Zhao Qizhen, the South's Zhuge Qiang, Mo Shaohua, the Capital's Zhang Tiande, the Chen Family's Chen Luoshu, as well as the two Grand Generals of Lanzhou and Chengdu, were all gathered at Zhongnanhai.

The eight great soldiers were all soldiers, so it could be said that they were born into the military. They were the most sensitive towards this kind of thing, and not speaking was even harder than ascending to the heavens.