strictlysupreme Chapter 897 The Sakura Republic is established!
Chapter 897 The Sakura Republic is established!
On the high platform, the huge white screen, after showing the last bloody video, slowly returned to darkness.
But this time, no one cared what was displayed on the screen anymore.
The wind stopped.
The hundreds of thousands of people who had been surging like a tide in the central square of Tokyo seemed to be silenced at the same moment, all their cursing and wailing stopped.
The square was eerily quiet.
It was so quiet that all you could hear was each person's own heavy, suppressed breathing.
It was so quiet that you could even hear the clattering of teeth as the once high-ranking nobles and war criminals on the platform trembled with extreme fear.
Anger is building up.
Hatred is brewing.
It's like a massive volcano, accumulating energy for millennia, about to erupt, waiting for its final, explosive moment.
On the high platform, those once arrogant "big shots" no longer possessed any of their former arrogance or composure.
Yes, it is the most primal and purest fear of death.
The middle manager who had once defended Yuan Jun because of his "favor" was now ashen-faced.
The middle-aged woman who had fainted from crying over her daughter's tragic death was now expressionless.
Prince Asaka Yasuhiko, whose face always appeared aloof and withered, was now completely transformed by fear. Beneath him, a foul-smelling yellow liquid was slowly trickling down his expensive silk trousers.
He was so terrified by those hundreds of thousands of eyes filled with deep-seated hatred that he wet his pants.
Even Okamura Neiji, who had been trying to maintain his so-called "military bearing" while kneeling there with his back still ramrod straight, showed for the first time a hint of fear that he himself was unaware of in his triangular eyes, which were always filled with contempt and stubbornness.
Because he discovered that those "lowly people" in the audience, whom he had once considered as insignificant as ants and whom he hadn't even bothered to look at, were now looking at him with...
changed.
It was no longer fear, no longer numbness, and no longer passive acceptance.
It's the kind of hunger that a wolf that hasn't eaten for three days and three nights would show when it sees its prey... pure, undisguised, a hunger that wants to devour it alive...
Finally, on the high platform, a respected old professor, spontaneously elected by the surviving people, slowly walked to the makeshift judge's bench.
In his hands lay a thick stack of files stained with blood and tears.
He cleared his somewhat hoarse voice, and then, through the microphone, in a somber yet emotionless tone, like reading a death sentence, he began this final trial that was destined to be recorded in history.
"The criminal is Prince Asaka Yasuhiko."
"Upon investigation, it was found that during his tenure as a general in the former Japanese army and commander of the Shanghai Expeditionary Army, he blatantly violated the Geneva Convention, tacitly approved and directly issued orders to carry out indiscriminate massacres of more than 300,000 innocent civilians in Nanjing, the capital of the Dragon Kingdom, including women, children, and prisoners of war who had laid down their arms."
"His crime deserves death!"
With each sentence the old professor read, the breathing of the hundreds of thousands of people in the audience grew heavier. The suppressed anger also burned ever hotter.
"No...it wasn't me...I didn't do this! It was...it was someone below who acted on their own! Yes! It was them!"
Prince Asaka Yasuhiko, like a mad dog whose tail had been stepped on, began to scream hysterically, trying to make a last-ditch effort and sophistry.
But nobody paid him any attention.
"The criminal is Okamura Yasuji."
"Upon investigation, it was found that during his tenure as Commander of the North China Area Army and Army General of the former Sakura Country, he formulated and implemented the inhumane 'Three Alls Policy,' which resulted in the deaths of millions of innocent civilians in the Dragon Country and incalculable property losses."
"His crime deserves death!"
Okamura Neiji merely snorted and turned his head to the side.
"The criminal, Shiro Ishii."
"Upon investigation, it was confirmed that during his tenure as commander of the Black Sun Army, under the guise of researching epidemic prevention and water supply, he extensively used civilians and prisoners of war from countries such as China, Russia, and Korea to conduct inhumane live experiments. The methods included, but were not limited to, live dissection, bacterial injection, freezing experiments, and poison gas experiments..."
"His crime deserves death!"
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One by one, the names of those who had committed numerous crimes in history but escaped final judgment for various reasons were read out.
One after another, heinous crimes, enough to send chills down the spines of any human being with a conscience, were made public.
Finally, after all the crimes of the Class A war criminals had been read aloud, the old professor slowly closed the file in his hands.
He raised his head and looked with his old eyes, clouded by anger, at the already boiling "volcano" below the stage.
He didn't say another word.
He simply, slowly, raised his right hand.
Then, it fell heavily.
On the high platform, a dozen or so gallows, hastily erected from large logs and already prepared, emitted their final, teeth-grinding sounds.
Thick, oil-soaked hemp ropes were looped around the necks of those once high-ranking, arrogant sinners.
"No—! You can't do this to me! You lowly commoners! I am a prince! I am a descendant of Amaterasu!" Prince Asaka Yasuhiko let out his final, terrified, and resentful cry. His legs kicked violently and weakly into the air. His old face, flushed a purplish-red from lack of oxygen, was strangely devoid of any trace of the "nobility" befitting royalty.
Okamura Neiji remained silent. He simply closed his eyes, eyes stained with countless drops of blood and sin. But from his uncontrollable, violent trembling, one could still discern the fear within him that was not as "calm" as he appeared.
The remaining nobles and war criminals, however, displayed even more disgraceful behavior. They cried, cursed, and begged for mercy. From their once-shiny trousers emanated streams of foul-smelling liquid.
However, all their struggles seemed so pale and laughable under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of cold, hateful eyes below the stage.
As the footplates beneath the gallows were pulled out one by one.
A series of dull, cracking sounds, like bones breaking, rose and fell.
One after another, the evil souls who once rode on the backs of hundreds of millions of people and acted arrogantly and domineeringly finally, on this day, met their belated final judgment in the most shameful way, and in a way most befitting their status.
That day.
The wind is very strong in Tokyo.
The decaying, gloomy clouds that had accumulated over this land for thousands of years were blown away.
When the last criminal's body, in the cold autumn wind, ceased its final twitches.
Below the stage, the hundreds of thousands of people who had been suppressing their emotions finally could no longer hold back and erupted in a deafening roar of cheers and wails that was enough to completely overturn the sky!
Some people are laughing, some people are crying.
Some people knelt on the ground, kowtowing to the sky again and again, as if to comfort the wronged souls of their innocent family members who died in the dark years of the past.
The intermediary in the field stood on a high platform.
Beside him was Miyuki, the middle-aged woman who had lost her daughter, and the middle-aged man whose family had been destroyed by the nobility...
All the new forces, representing the future of this nation, stood by his side.
He looked down at the crowd below, who were venting their anger that had been pent up for thousands of years and their immense joy at being reborn.
His eyes also welled up with tears.
He picked up the microphone, and his voice, amplified by the huge loudspeaker, resounded throughout the entire square and throughout the newly formed Sakura Four Islands.
"Starting today!"
"Let that rotten, parasitic 'empire' that has been living on our nation for thousands of years, along with these last remnants on the stage, go to hell!"
"Starting today!"
He stretched out his arm and pointed to the rising sun, a brand new, pure red sun without any chrysanthemum emblem.
"We will build a society that truly belongs to all of us ordinary people, a society without oppression, without exploitation, where everyone is equal and free—"
"—The People's Republic of Sakura!!!"