Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 1044 Implementation Plan

It's late at night and the moonlight is like water.

There was a gentle knock on Fujita Ying's door. "Come in." He did not even raise his head and continued to study the map on the table.

"I'm sorry to bother you so late at night." Yamamoto Satoshi pushed open the door and walked in, holding a bamboo lunch box in his hand. He placed the lunch box on the low table and took out a bottle of sake and two small plates. "I thought you might not have rested yet, so I brought some midnight snacks."

Yamamoto Satoshi pulled out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a long and thin cigarette and lit it. The smoke swirled in the moonlight, adding a bit of depth to his face that was always smiling. He stared at Fujita Ying with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"It seems that you have finally accepted and gotten used to this role." Yamamoto Satoshi exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice low and calm.

Fujita Ying picked up the wine glass, his face calm as water: "For survival, for the family." There was no emotion in his voice, as if he was just stating an ordinary fact.

"Sure enough..." Yamamoto Satoshi showed a meaningful smile, "People who know what's good for them make people feel more comfortable."

There was a brief silence between the two. In the smoke, the unspoken words seemed to have turned into a faint shadow in the air.

The shadow of the Mitsui family silently loomed over the room, and in Yamamoto Satoshi's seemingly gentle eyes, there was the sharpness of a watcher.

The moonlight shines through the window lattices, casting mottled shadows on the ground, as if weaving some kind of web of fate that is difficult to escape.

Fujita Ying gently put down his wine glass and turned his eyes to the map spread out on the table: "Let's talk about our plan."

Yamamoto Satoshi put out the cigarette in his hand and his expression became focused. Outside the window, heavy dark clouds blocked the moonlight, as if foreshadowing the coming storm. In the distance, the footsteps of the patrol team could be heard faintly. These days, due to the pressure from the Chinese army, the alert of the entire Kyoto has been increased.

"The march in six directions is just a superficial appearance," Fujita Ying's finger gently slid across the map, "The real key is to create chaos. Once the city defense army is distracted by the people, there will be a gap in the northern defense line."

Yamamoto Satoshi nodded slightly: "The Mitsui family has already arranged the personnel. However..." He paused, "We must make this look like a spontaneous protest of the people against the royal family."

"Of course," Fujita Ying's voice was a little cold, "the royal scandals we have uncovered during this period have accumulated the anger of the people to the extreme. The anger of the workers, the passion of the students, and the dissatisfied samurai will make the situation chaotic enough."

"Puyu will definitely send troops to suppress it," Yamamoto Satoshi said thoughtfully, "The current military strength in the city is insufficient, and they dare not easily mobilize the border defense troops."

Fujita Ying raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth: "That's right. Once he orders a crackdown, the situation will be completely out of control. At that time, the intervention of the Chamber of Commerce Guard will be a natural thing."

"Moreover," Yamamoto Satoshi took over the conversation, "the Chinese army is outside the city. Once Kyoto is in turmoil, they can intervene in the name of 'protecting civilians.'" A gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes, "When a rough jade is attacked from both sides, it will inevitably lose sight of one thing while focusing on the other."

The candlelight flickered, and Fujita Ying's finger stopped near the palace: "By then, we need to ensure that at least 50,000 people gather here. The more people there are, the more difficult it will be for the city defense army to control the situation."

"Those students," Yamamoto Satoshi said suddenly, "especially those children of nobles, will be the best fuse. Once one of them is injured or killed..."

"The entire aristocracy of Kyoto will be furious," Fujita Ying took over the conversation with a hint of cruelty in his voice, "By then, even the emperor won't be able to save this city."

Yamamoto Satoshi was silent for a moment, then asked, "When is the time?"

"The day after tomorrow," Fujita Ying said firmly, "the Chinese are ready. We must plunge Kyoto into chaos before they launch a general attack."

"Two days..." Yamamoto Satoshi thought for a moment, "It's indeed a suitable time. Mobilizing any city defense troops now will cause loopholes in the defense line." He stood up and straightened his clothes, "I will report to Mr. Mitsui now."

Fujita Ying nodded and watched Yamamoto Satoshi walk to the door. Just as Yamamoto Satoshi was about to push the door open, Fujita Ying suddenly said: "Remember to tell Mr. Mitsui that everything will go according to the agreement."

Yamamoto Satoshi turned his head, and the dim candlelight illuminated his profile: "You have always been very satisfying, Mr. Fujita." After saying that, he pushed the door open and disappeared into the night.

The room returned to silence. Fujita Ying sat alone in the candlelight, looking at the crisscrossing streets on the map. Outside the window, another patrol of soldiers hurried past. On this seemingly peaceful night, a conspiracy that could overthrow Kyoto was quietly unfolding, and he was just a pawn in this huge game.

After leaving Fujita's room, Yamamoto Satoshi quietly walked around to the stable. In the darkness, the footsteps of the patrol team could be heard in the distance. They were strengthening their vigilance in various places in Kyoto.

In the utility room next to the stable, Yamamoto Satoshi skillfully took out the parts of the telegraph machine from the haystack. His movements were fast, as if he had practiced them countless times. The parts were quickly assembled in his hands. This was a specially modified telegraph machine that could directly connect to Mitsui's secret communication network.

“To Mr. Mitsui Hisashi:

The plan has been finalized. Fujita Taka will launch the action the day after tomorrow, just in time to coordinate with the Chinese army's general attack on Otsu and Uji. Six-way march, expected to mobilize 180,000 people. Special attention: The Tojo Cabinet has detained overseas Chinese in two acropolises, it is recommended to notify the Chinese side immediately.

The specific deployment is as follows:

1. The Chamber of Commerce Guard will intervene at the appropriate time to create greater chaos

2. Gather at least people in front of the palace to contain the main force of the city defense army

3. Focus on destroying the main transportation routes from Kyoto to Otsu and Uji to prevent reinforcements

4. People have been deployed to incite public discontent against the military and police

Fujita acted exactly as expected, and the action was followed by the recommendation to...”

Yamamoto's fingers paused for a moment, then continued tapping: "...deal with it. This person knows too much and has too much influence among the people. It is not appropriate to keep him."

After sending the telegram, he immediately began to dismantle the machine. Each part was carefully wiped clean and hidden back in the secret compartment. The whole process was fast and silent, leaving no trace.

After finishing the cleaning, Yamamoto Satoshi stood at the door and lit a cigarette. Through the lingering smoke, he looked in the direction of Fujita Ying's room, with a sneer on his face.

"What a good chess piece," he whispered to himself, "but unfortunately, I don't need you anymore in the next game."

The sound of night watchmen beating the watch could be heard in the distance, and at the same time, the sound of artillery fire could be faintly heard coming from outside the city.

Yamamoto Satoshi put out his cigarette and disappeared into the night. The hut next to the stable returned to silence, leaving only the rustling of the hay in the night wind.