The whole nation exploded, the battlefield of all ethnic groups

Chapter 122 Zhen Jian, must die

Yanyang Imperial Capital, Lieyang City.

The towering and majestic Emperor Shrine stands in the center of a city with a population of tens of millions under the protection of 360 five towers of ten thousand realms.

This is the power center of the Yanyang Empire, and it is also one of the cities with the most terrifying defenses in the world.

The proud and arrogant soldiers and civilians of the Yanyang Empire have always believed that this is an invincible city.

At the end of the Emperor Shrine, stands a majestic and solemn palace: the Temple of War God!

The Temple of War is the highest-level military command center in each alliance empire, and it is also a symbol of glory for the highest power of all countries in the world.

In the dark and solemn hall, twelve high-level commanders wearing golden God of War badges sat solemnly in the hall.

They are the twelve war gods of the Yanyang Empire, and they are also the highest officers in charge of all the military forces of the Yanyang Empire.

The seats under them are gorgeous seats made of pure gold, neatly arranged on both sides of the giant long table.

On the back of each golden seat, a mighty lion with a flaring mane is engraved to show that the person sitting in the seat must be honorable and honorable.

On the top of the giant long table was a dark red seat, thick and wide, with two shining flags on the back, a rising sun flag, and a blood-red bat flag.

The blood-colored seat is like the ruler of the world, high above, as if overlooking everything in the empire.

Looking at the empty blood-colored seats, the twelve high-ranking members of the empire all stood up and saluted, their eyes filled with awe and admiration.

After the ceremony, everyone sat down again.

A tall and thin man in a purple military uniform slowly stood up from his seat, looked at everyone present, and said slowly: "First of all, I would like to thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come here. The meeting was temporarily authorized by His Majesty the Emperor to hold it."

As soon as the words fell, a bloated and obese old man leaned on the golden seat and sighed faintly: "It's been a long time since I saw His Majesty the Emperor, and every time Lord Oda summoned him in the name of His Majesty's temporary authorization. For a long time, I was almost confused to think that His Majesty the Emperor abandoned us..."

Hearing this, Oda's eyes flickered with anger, but he quickly returned to normal. He said calmly, "His Majesty the Emperor is undergoing the sixth baptism in Shanghai, and he will be back soon."

"Here is the latest urgent file, please take a look at it!"

After finishing speaking, Oda took out a stack of black-covered files and passed them on to every high-level empire present.

After sending out the file, he didn't speak any more, but sat quietly in his seat, waiting patiently.

In the spacious and solemn hall, there was silence.

Except for the sound of papers being flipped through, there was no other sound.

At the beginning, the expressions of those senior executives were extremely indifferent, even a little impatient, but as the speed of turning the pages of the files became slower and slower, their expressions began to change.

Especially at the end, everyone's eyes were filled with unbelievable shock.

Finally, the sound of flipping through files stopped.

Bang!
Following the black file bag being slapped heavily on the table, the obese old man who had been leaning on the seat suddenly stood up, his eyes were angry, and the drooping corners of his mouth due to obesity were constantly trembling and twitching.

Finally, he spoke, "We have experienced this kind of shame twice before. We never thought that this kind of shame would appear in this world again!"

Speaking of this, the obese old man gritted his teeth, "This time, I will absolutely not tolerate it, and will never compromise!"

None of the other high-ranking empire officials spoke, but their expressions were gloomy and terrifying.

After a long silence, suddenly, a high-ranking official said, "This kind of weapon cannot appear in this world..."

"But it appeared, and it still appeared in the empire, in the center of the base of the sixth division of the Yanyang Magic Wu Legion, and it caused a great impact, leading to the destruction of the entire sixth division!" A high-level sneered and called cut off his words.

"A small major can easily break through the line of defense. He also has Stinger missiles, T34 tanks, AWM sniper rifles, AK47, and that...weapons. According to the identification of the latest descendants, some of these weapons are descended by us. After that, it appeared on Earth."

"Obviously, he has some kind of ability that we don't know about."

"Master Yamamoto, what do you think of this matter?"

All eyes were on the fat old man.

Yamamoto frowned, pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "What happened last night was too coincidental. According to intelligence analysis, he cannot be a member of the Ming Alliance."

"None of these matters!"

Hearing this, Oda, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "The important thing is that the incident last night was spread by the enemy premeditatedly, causing extremely adverse effects in our empire. The soldiers and civilians in many cities, Panic has already begun in their hearts, and dozens of alliances that are ready to surrender and are joining the empire have begun to waver."

The obese Yamamoto sighed deeply and asked, "So, His Majesty's order?"

"victory!"

Oda said expressionlessly: "Use one victory after another to declare the majesty of the empire, and use one victory after another to dispel the panic of the soldiers and civilians of the empire."

Speaking of this, he looked at the fat old man indifferently, "Master Yamamoto, as the chief military commander of the empire on duty this round, this is the order from His Majesty the Emperor."

Yamamoto slowly closed his eyes, and said: "The victory His Majesty needs, I will give it to him! But that major..."

Having said that, he suddenly opened his eyes, revealing Senhan's murderous intent, "No matter what price he pays, he must die!"

Oda shook his head, "Master Yamamoto, you don't need to worry about this matter, His Majesty the Emperor has his own arrangements!"

As soon as this remark came out, all the senior executives present shuddered and were secretly shocked.

What an honor it is for a small major to attract the attention of His Majesty the Emperor!

Yamamoto's face was a little cold, and he said: "His Majesty the Emperor will not want to bring him into the empire again? If so, we will collectively..."

Before he finished speaking, Oda shook his head and said, "No, Mr. Yamamoto is too worried! His Majesty the Emperor has sent the head of the personal guards: Miyamoto Musashi, ready to kill him with a thunderbolt."

Speaking of this, he paused, and his eyes suddenly became extremely fanatical, "In order to give an explanation to those soldiers and civilians who have experienced humiliation, the emperor will use the lord's privileges to cover the whole process of killing him. Live broadcast on all the Towers of Myriad Realms within the..."

After listening to him, the scene was silent for a long time.

After a while, the high-ranking officials of the empire headed by Yamamoto stood up respectfully and waved their fists in salute: "Long live the empire, long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

Suddenly, the gate of the Temple of War God slowly opened.

A middle-aged warrior with rough appearance and plain clothes slowly appeared in front of everyone.

There was an old samurai sword in his waist, and the left sleeve was empty, fluttering in the wind. It was obvious that he was still a one-armed samurai.

Everyone looked at this down-and-out warrior with an ordinary appearance, but no high-level empire dared to despise him.

Miyamoto Musashi, who joined the Yanyang Empire 70 years ago, was handpicked by His Majesty the Emperor as the head of the personal bodyguard regiment. At the same time, he was also the number one swordsman in Yanyang, and was selected into the list of top ten masters since the establishment of the empire!
According to the legend, in the first year of his arrival, he took down the current new king, and in the following hundreds of years, he beheaded countless generals and commanders, and even dozens of commanders at the level of God of War were killed by him.

The moment Miyamoto Musashi appeared, everyone including Yamamoto and Oda stood up and saluted him respectfully.

With a blank expression, Miyamoto Musashi slowly walked to the giant long table and stopped.

At this time, Oda handed over a sealed file to him, "Thanks, Mr. Miyamoto!"

Miyamoto Musashi remained indifferent, took the file bag, turned around and left the Temple of War God slowly.

Looking at the one-armed figure whose beard and hair were blown wildly by the strong wind, Oda secretly sighed, "Miyamoto Musashi has never been defeated in his life, but he was defeated by Li Cunxiao, the God of War in the Northern Wilderness of the Tang Dynasty. From then on, he devoted himself to pursuing the ultimate in martial arts until he was recruited by His Majesty the Emperor..."

"That major named Zhen Jian will definitely die this time!"

(End of this chapter)