Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 3058 His Majesty the Emperor's Secret Order!

Kujo Miyamoto felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to his head. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud. His body trembled uncontrollably, as if he were being shaken.

His eyes were filled with terror, his lips were ashen with fear, and his teeth chattered incessantly.

"Your Highness, please...please spare me! We grew up together, and you're my senior. You have no reason to kill me!"

Kujo Miyamoto's voice trembled violently, choked with sobs, as she spoke while repeatedly kowtowing, her head slamming against the floor with dull thuds. Soon, her forehead became red and swollen, and she even broke her skin, blood flowing down her cheek.

Kitashirakawa Minami looked at Kujomiya Kita's disheveled appearance with contempt and disdain, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, "It's no use begging me now. You've been too high-profile lately. This has displeased His Majesty the Emperor. Remember, be more humble in your next life!"

Before he finished speaking, Kitashirakawa Minami suddenly had a ferocious look on his face and pulled a sharp short knife from his sleeve.

With a flash of light, the blade plunged deep into Kujo Miyamoto's stomach.

Kujo Miyamoto felt a sharp pain, as if his internal organs were being ripped apart. He let out a shrill scream that sent chills down everyone's spine.

His hands instinctively covered his stomach, trying to stop the blood from flowing out, but the blood gushed out from between his fingers like a burst dam, quickly staining the floor beneath him red.

His body convulsed uncontrollably, his mouth gaping open as if trying to say something, but he could only spit out mouthfuls of bloody foam.

Kitashirakawa Minami looked at the dying Kujo Miyamoto without any pity on his face. He slowly drew his sword, the blade still dripping with blood, which looked particularly glaring under the light.

Kujo Miyamoto's body collapsed limply to the ground, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Kitashirakawa Minami, as if he had died with his eyes open in disbelief.

Soon after, his body stopped moving, his breath gradually weakened, and he eventually lost all life.

Kitashirakawa Minami coldly stared at Kujo Miya Kita's gradually cooling corpse, her emotionless gaze as if she were looking at a dead pet dog.

He stood up, straightened the wrinkles in his black robe, and then slowly said, "Kujou Miyamoto and Onizuka Yūmei died together while pursuing Tango. Go and cremate him, and take his ashes back to his father! Consider it a reunion for father and son!"

"Hi!"

One of the samurai obeyed the order, and he strode over to Kujo Miyamoto's corpse, dragging it away like a dead dog.

As the samurai's footsteps faded into the distance, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Kitashirakawa Minami slowly sat back down in her original chair, her back to the door, her head slightly tilted back, as if she were pondering something.

After a long while, he murmured, "Who should I kill next?"

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The next morning, at General Maruyama's residence, a soldier who came to deliver breakfast knocked on the door as usual, calling out, "General, your breakfast has arrived."

However, the room was quiet, without any response.

The soldier frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart, and he pushed the door open forcefully.

The sight before them made the soldier's eyes widen in horror, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to collapse to the ground.

General Maruyama was hanging from a roof beam by a thick rope, his expression ferocious and terrifying. The soldiers screamed in terror.

The nearby Japanese soldiers rushed over upon hearing the news. They were all still half asleep, and some of them were even cursing loudly: "What are you yelling about so early in the morning?"
However, in the next second, everyone was stunned.

The expression on his face froze at that moment, as if time had stopped flowing.

It took a while before anyone realized that their General Maruyama had hanged himself.

Several people quickly and hurriedly put General Maruyama down.

However, General Maruyama was already stiff as a piece of wood. He had clearly been dead for a long time.

Just when everyone was wondering why General Maruyama had hung himself from the rafters, a Japanese soldier noticed a piece of paper on the table. It read:
“I, Maruyama, have failed His Majesty’s great kindness and committed an unforgivable mistake in the fight against the Japanese. Now I feel ashamed to face His Majesty and can only atone for my sins with my death. I hope His Majesty can forgive my transgressions.”

After reading the suicide note, the atmosphere in the room became increasingly oppressive. If the defeat in the battle against the anti-Japanese brigade was enough to make General Maruyama unable to think straight, then General Maruyama should have died long ago. Why would he have waited until now?

Then one of the Japanese soldiers speculated, "Could this be related to the death of Kujo Miyamoto? Lord Kujo died inexplicably. It's said he died in the battle to pursue Dango. But Lord Kujo was fine when he returned to Matsubara, so how could he have become a commander that very night?"

The moment this person spoke, it resonated with the others, who began whispering and discussing among themselves, but no one could quite put their finger on it.

But this was far from over. In the following days, several more Japanese officers connected to Kujo Miyamoto, Maruyama, and others died mysteriously in the military camp.

However, after these people were summoned to Kitashirakawa Minami's office, they never came out again.

No one dared to ask, and no one dared to say anything, because everyone knew one thing: keep their distance from Kitashirakawa Minami.

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Meanwhile, at noon the next day, Duanwu appeared outside the Anti-Japanese Brigade's camp, carrying his shadow and staggering.

His clothes were already soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his body. His trouser legs were covered in mud and grass clippings, and his face was scratched by thorns, the sweat stinging as it flowed down.

The sentry spotted Duanwu from afar. He widened his wary eyes, and when he saw that it was the battalion commander returning, his face lit up with surprise and joy.

He immediately took off running towards Duanwu, shouting as he ran, "Captain, you're finally back!"

As he spoke, he carefully took the shadow from Duanwu's back.

"Quick, take him to the hospital! Shadow has fainted again. Let Dr. Han take a look and see what's wrong! Hurry!"

Duanwu's mouth was so dry that he started coughing after saying just a few words.

The sentry quickly pulled off his water bottle and handed it to Duanwu before running away like the wind.

At this moment, the shadow was completely unconscious, and even its breathing became very weak.

Duanwu guessed that Shadow might have an infected wound. However, Shadow had too many wounds, and since he wasn't a doctor, he couldn't tell the difference.

So he could only carry the shadow back in one go, hoping Dr. Han could find a solution!