Limit Breaker

"Damn… damn…."

The remaining Self-Defense Forces have been propagating to wipe out the remaining soldiers, but as night falls, the troops arrive to protect the citizens in front of the madder Des Knights.

In order to stop them, we need to gather troops and attack them like we did in Kyoto.

The problem is that during the gathering time, citizens must be exposed to enemy hands indefinitely.

Since Kyoto's troops had to gather and regroup after a long time, Prime Minister Heisei had to struggle with his helplessness.

At that time,

Beep-beep-beep-beep.

"What's going on!!"

Japan's chief of staff has been evacuated into the emergency bunker due to an attack by the Three Tai Poles, but he has not yet stepped out of the emergency bunker because he interpreted the intention to attack the soldiers again at any time.

Moreover, while one of the emergency bunkers was found by the evacuation earlier, he moved to a more private location. Suddenly, when the alarm sounded, Prime Minister Heisei shouted instinctively, screaming for anxiety.

"External breach!"

"1st bulkhead breached!"

"Two bulkheads breached! What is this ridiculous speed!?"

A structured underground bunker blocked by multiple bulkheads.

The agents of the underground bunker point their guns at the entrance, each with a self-defense pistol, in the context of the rapidly breaching bulkheads.

'No way... This is ridiculous.... This is not an easy place to find out...!'

Prime Minister Heisei masturbated by biting his teeth with vague anxiety.

Quack! Quack, quack, quack!

"Hello ~?"

"Phew…!"

"Suck……!"

With the face of a red devil mask torn open by an alloy gate of enormous thickness, Heisei and the rest of the agents swallowed the wind unknowingly.

Kwachang! Woodtuck!

The man in the red devil mask, who had made a hole enough for people to enter and entered, passed by the guards and approached Prime Minister Hesse.

The guards and agents in the bunker, who already knew who he was, were frozen with their handguns, and no one could stop him approaching the Prime Minister.

"Hey, if you moved this way, you should have told me you moved. I didn't have to go to where I went last night to do anything."

Tuk-tuk

As with yesterday's tapping on Prime Minister Heisei's shoulders, he ignored the hardened agents and officers with a relaxed gait to check inside the bunker.

Flutters -

Hesse felt a strong sense of contempt.

If you torture people or force them to surrender, you can even insist on showing them the Japanese spirit.

However, he has been joking, showing that he can kill himself in this way at any time, without saying, "Never surrender with his mouth."

"Khh...!"

Bang!

Heisei, who could not endure the insult, took out his self-defense pistol and fired it toward Qiu.

Ting!

His bullet flies toward Qiu's temple, but the bullet, of course, falls to the ground empty-handed.

"!!"

Agents and officers surprised by Prime Minister Hesse's sudden actions thought he was about to make his move to kill them.

Scratch

Zhou Qiu scratched his temple as if it tickled.

"This is how I am! Don't insult Japan! I'd rather kill you!"

"Why would I?"

Prime Minister Heisei angrily provoked him to death, but shrugged his shoulders as he looked away, scowling with a look of not knowing why I had to kill him.

"Are you really that selfish? With a cripple like you in the prime minister's seat, it makes it easier for him to invade the country with a minor offense."

"Profit……!"

Who cares who's selfish?

And incapacitated? I'm not proud of it, but Prime Minister Heisei once again thought that Japan, which he is leading and directing, is at a self-commendatory level.

"What do you mean by the Japanese Empire? If you had the money to pour into the vain ambitions and dreamy Wok-Il Ascension, you would have imported or developed weapons that could prevent our attacks. Or maybe we got a chance to train more talented people. Isn't this what it looks like to spend your national budget on a subject with such ambition?"

"!!"

"!!"

Since Qiu had not revealed that the top executives of Ukwol Ascension were Fujimineh and Heisei Prime Minister, those who did not know the facts were stared in horror at Heisei, and the elders who had already known the facts turned away.

However, he continued to open his mouth, ignoring the situation.

"Can I tell you a funny story? What is the identity of those mad dogs that are still slaughtering poor civilians?"

"……."

It was natural, but I couldn't answer.

Japan managed to recover the accidental death knights from yesterday's battle by destroying them, but only the skeletons that were entirely made of black bones were identified, as if they were burned black beyond the vest.

I thought there might be a function in the body armor that they didn't know about, but when they disassembled, they found that no mechanical devices came out and that they were superior to normal body armor.

"Hehe hehe."

Of course, the cleaning thought that the identity would not be known, so he opened his mouth with a smile.

"They are the ancients. In other words, in Korea, they were the ones during the Japanese monolithic period when Japan conquered the ships."

"What?!"

The shipbuilders of the First Strength?

Prime Minister Heisei repeatedly questioned his ears, and remained silent and focused on his story because others didn't understand what he was saying.

"Japan offered jobs to the shipmates to build an unstable railway tunnel. If you say" ecoma tunnel, "you understand roughly."

"That's ……!"

Heisei tries to say something, but the cleaner continues to ignore him.

"And in Japan, they said they were going to advance medicine and they were going to do a marathon experiment on humans."

"That's a lie! It's a forgery America made to oppress and punish us!"

"Hehe? Really? So what are those people slaughtering with their hatred for the Japanese now?"

"What is that nonsense………. …. ……!"

Soldiers of the Three Taiji Dynasty are said to be old shipmates.

Then the story of the Ecoma tunnel, and the Maruta experiment.

Then……!

"No way...!"

"Yes, every one of them. They're not human. Implementation of the old shipmates who were cruelly killed by the Japanese and became evil spirits. You just said it was an American forgery, right? But why were the victims actually made in the forged fabrication? Huh?"

"……."

The soldiers of the Three Tai Poles, which the world was curious about, were shipbuilders during the Great Fortune Period!

And using the souls of the dead as power!? Even in the world of this ability, Prime Minister Heisei shook his mouth like a crucian carp because he had a frightening look on his face and did not know what to say from where.

"Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!"

At that time, Prime Minister Heisei laughed madly. His mask, which he had maintained as the prime minister for Japanese politics, has been broken.

"Josenzing! Josenzing! Fuckin 'josen bastards! To the end! You will stand in the way of the Great Japanese Empire until you die!"

Ta-da! Bang!

He fires his pistol at Qiu at random, but gives you a relaxed smile as he attacks.

"You should have dried the seeds completely back then! I had to kill every last one of them jozen bastards just like the Nazis slaughtered a Jew!"

Vicious Prime Minister Heisei crazily cried out, cursing at Shifu, and pulling the trigger toward Shiv until the magazine runs out.

Chug, chug, chug!

Within moments, he heard an empty machine sound while all the ammunition was being used, and Heisei threw his pistol at him, as if he still hadn't won.

Huff-

Whether you think getting hit by a handgun is more offensive than getting shot at, the relaxed striker shakes his head slightly and dodges the handgun.

"We'll talk again when we're done. Either way, the reason I'm telling you this is to force you to choose."

"Choice? What choice! There is no surrender in the Japanese Empire! Slaughter of civilians!? The stronger the assassination, the more dangerous the existence of the Tritiac is to the world! The whole world will be here to kill you!"

The guards and agents who had so far seen Prime Minister Heisei's majestic and solemn appearance gave me a tingling sensation in his voice.

It was because I really felt like I was ready to sacrifice Japanese citizens as a skin sacrifice.

"Oh, are you talking about the two antihelmets from America? They've already taken care of them."

"W-what...?"

Immediately, the frenzied cry solidified the expression of Prime Minister Heisei who was shouting evil.

"There was no way to attack the nuclear submarine beneath the surface, so only the ships that were floating on the water sank. You still haven't heard from the Americans?"

The destruction of the anti-helmet in the surviving nuclear submarine would probably have been reported to the U.S. mainland, but the United States did not inform Japan about this so that Japan would not surrender desperately at this time.

Japan's Prime Minister Heisei, who had all his nerves directed toward him by the Tripitake, knelt down helplessly with his last burrow face collapsed.

It is because if two anti-helmets equal to Japan's defense force come, and if China joins forces here to send additional troops, it will gain the power to drive out Tai Jiak.

In addition, the more massacres in the three Taipei Dynasties crossed the line, the more likely the United Nations would not ignore the situation, and the more disadvantageous it was to the three Tai Dynasties.

However, all of this evolution is the story of the arrival of two antihelmets from the United States.

If the antihelmet doesn't arrive, Japan will lose its will and will to endure it.

"D-don 't lie! D-do you think I'll be fooled by that?"

"If you don't believe me, don't believe me. Anyway, I'm here to let you know."

"W-what do you mean...?"

Prime Minister Heisei, who was so vigorous, swallowed his thirsty breath with anxiety when he said he would give him something to tell him.

"Didn't I tell you that I used the demons of the ancients as soldiers? But the reason they only hit 500 people was because their grudges were so strong that they decided that if they increased the number, all living things in Japan would dry up."

"……."

At that moment, Prime Minister Heisei, and everyone in this position, prayed earnestly that the next ambassador would be wrong.

"But I had to subdue this country in five days. Problem is, I don't think you're ready to surrender."

As he said, Prime Minister Heisei, who had just been told to kill him, was getting more anxious and sweaty.

"So this time, I decided to create the evil spirit of all the Chinese who had been experimented on by the Maruta and the remaining shipmates. Moreover, I checked thoroughly for beings who might have a grudge against Japan, so that the demonic spirits are indistinguishable from their ethnicity. I told you I only hit 500 people because I thought the grudge was too strong, but in fact, if there were more than one, it would be hard to control."

Despite purposely explaining their weaknesses, he said with a smile of evil intent that expected a wicked but fun spectacle.

"So wouldn't it be fun to give up control and soldiers thousands and thousands of demons in this country?"

"No!!"

"Ghosts that are already dead and never tiring, filled with hatred for killing only the Japanese. If we can't bring Japan down, we have to destroy it thoroughly so that it will never rise as a nation again."

"S-stop…!"

"And what if we hit and destroy important Japanese production facilities? How about this? You'll get a reputation for destroying a nation without surrendering?"

"……."

Prime Minister Heisei closed his eyes and bit his molars tightly.

However, he opened his mouth without losing his relaxed smile.

"Well, you wouldn't believe how vain it is. You think you can turn a ghost that's already dead into a skeleton soldier? You don't believe me, do you? You want to argue with me about what kind of ice cream pants I look like? Yes?"

He knelt on his knees helplessly and provoked Heisei to anger as if he was about to cry.

"What's the matter? Should I say Japan has not done such an unethical thing? Shouldn't we tell them that there was no Nanjing massacre, no comfort women, no Maruta experiments? You guys are good at that."

Slice and dice.

Then he slapped Prime Minister Hesse on the cheek and urged him to talk quickly, but he could not answer that he was not the prime minister who knew better than anyone that he had done such evil deeds during the Japanese Empire.

"We will not attack Japan tomorrow. Instead, hundreds of skeleton soldiers will periodically arrive across Japan filled with hatred for the Japanese."

The ambassador, who was bent down to meet Prime Minister Hesse's kneeling helplessly at eye level, got up and put down a mobile phone that he had brought in front of his eyes.

"If you have anything to say, call my phone number listed here. Then I'll be on my way."

I was about to head out when I said good-bye.

"Oh, and just in case, don't try and kill yourself. If you kill yourself, I will wipe out the seeds of every Japanese on this land, whether the Japanese surrender or disarm themselves. If you want to kill yourself, tell me you want to kill yourself on that phone. One of my wishes is to see the Japanese halbok show in front of me. I've got to get the set up, and I've got to get the footage ready. Goodbye."

The clean up that prevented Prime Minister Heisei from committing suicide was about to head back to the entrance he had smashed.

"Hey."

"Yes, yes!?"

Suddenly, he opens his mouth to a nearby guard.

"Do you know where the food warehouse is? Japanese combat rations are fine, so I'm going to take some."

"……."

"Aigoo, you're so annoying. I won't take much, so don't be so hard on me."

The stiff security guard moves in the direction of his friend, tapping the stiff bodyguard, carrying some of the battle rations, and then disappears, really going out.

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The end of Japan.

I was going to go on for a bit longer as it was originally an attack on a country, but this novel is a typical writer's son-in-law novel, and I think I'd be bored if I wrote it any longer. So we're done here.

Now, some of you may be asking me if I can write something interesting without doing this, but I won't write unless I put my taste and heart into my novel.

It's not a typical novel for a writer's daughter.

For the record,

'The tale of a magical swordsman whose protagonist is prettier than a woman, yet more popular with women, and equipped with a sod master and a class nine master,' or 'the protagonist is reborn as a dragon, becoming knowledgeable without training, and leaving for an adventure in a few hundred years' time. '

The protagonists treat old billboards and my writings as equals.

Because they both have feelings for the protagonist.

What's a little different is how much darker I feel about the character of my novel that's a little less filtered.