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Chapter 188 The Chinese Expeditionary Forces are Destroyed 4

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Urgent message from the China Expeditionary Army Headquarters!"

Due to the continuous bombing of the Tokyo Imperial Palace, the Japanese Emperor had no choice but to move away and settle in Kanagawa Prefecture.

The Minister of the Imperial Household rushed into Hirohito's palace with a panicked look on his face, holding a telegram in his hand, completely lacking his usual composure and grace.

Seeing his trusted minister behave so out of control, Hirohito felt a sinking feeling in his heart, and an ominous premonition instantly came to his mind.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Okamura Neiji sent an urgent telegram! The Empire lost the decisive battle in North China! The situation in North China is critical, and the Empire's strategy in China is in jeopardy!"

Before he finished speaking, the Minister of the Palace knelt down in front of Hirohito, tears rolling down his face like beads from a broken string.

When Hirohito heard the bad news, he was shocked as if struck by a bolt from the blue. He froze for a moment, and his right hand, which was stretched out to take the telegram, stopped in mid-air.

He seemed to have forgotten to answer the telegram which seemed light but was actually so heavy that it made him breathless.

With a sound of "clang", the Queen, who was just about to give Hirohito a bowl of medicine, personally entered the residence carrying the medicine just as the Minister of the Palace was reporting.

Just then he heard the report from the minister of the palace, and for a moment he lost his mind, and the medicine bowl in his hand fell to the ground, hitting the hard tiles of the palace, making a harsh sound.

This strange noise finally woke up Hirohito, who had lost his mind, and he stretched out his trembling right hand to take the telegram.

After reading the telegram about the defeat of the North China Expeditionary Army, Hirohito's face immediately turned from pale to flushed, and then to iron blue in a very short time, and his chest kept moving up and down violently.

"Heaven wants to kill me! Heaven wants to kill me!" His voice was filled with despair and anger, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

However, before he could finish his words, in front of the horrified eyes of the Queen and the Grand Chamberlain, the Japanese Emperor, who had always seemed to be calm, suddenly "puchi" and spurted out a mouthful of blood. Then his body slowly fell down, with the telegram tightly held in his right hand.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" The exclamations of the Empress and the Grand Chamberlain broke the silence of the palace. They rushed towards Hirohito in panic, trying to support his staggering body.

Others also rushed over after hearing the noise, and for a moment the palace was filled with an atmosphere of tension and chaos.

Hirohito's body slowly fell down under the gaze of everyone, his eyes were closed and his face was as pale as paper. The queen tightly grasped his hand, tears kept flowing down, her heart was filled with fear and helplessness.

The ministers in the palace were anxiously discussing how to deal with this emergency, their faces full of worry and uneasiness.

With everyone's concerted efforts, Hirohito, who fainted after vomiting blood, was finally sent to the medical department of the Imperial Palace, where he received treatment from the imperial physician.

A heavy atmosphere permeated the palace, and everyone felt unprecedented pressure and crisis.

How Hirohito's condition will develop has become the focus of everyone's attention.

"Ding ding ding" the phone in the Prime Minister's Office kept ringing, but at this moment the Japanese Prime Minister Hideki Tojo, who had a decadent look on his face, seemed not to hear the ringing.

He stared ahead with empty eyes, the tragic scenes on the battlefield and the deaths of soldiers constantly appearing in his mind.

The Prime Minister's secretary heard that the phone kept ringing and the Prime Minister seemed to have no intention of answering it. In order to avoid missing an important call, he had to go up and answer the phone himself.

"Moses Moses! This is the Prime Minister's residence!"

The secretary only said a few words every day, and the content he heard on the phone was like the whole person being struck by lightning, stunned on the spot.

His face turned pale in an instant, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with fear.

The fear and despair on his face! Even Tojo Hideki, who had been in a daze, could see it.

He frowned, feeling a sense of foreboding.

He stood up, walked to the secretary, and asked softly, "What happened?"

The secretary turned around, looked at Tojo Hideki, and said in a trembling voice: "Prime... Prime Minister, I just received news that our army suffered a disastrous defeat in the Pacific battlefield, and the US military has captured Iwo Jima."

Tojo's face became even gloomier. He clenched his fists and said angrily, "How could this happen? Why is our army so vulnerable?"

The secretary lowered his head and replied helplessly: "Prime Minister, our army is at a disadvantage in terms of equipment and resources, and the combat effectiveness of the US military is very strong. We really cannot resist their attack."

Hideki Tojo's face was full of anger and dissatisfaction. He clenched his fists, as if he wanted to smash everything in front of him.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Ask the Combined Fleet how long they are going to hide? Don't they know that we are facing a huge crisis? The Yamato is not a decoration, it should be a weapon for the empire to expand its territory, not a club for those naval officers!"

His voice echoed in the air with a strong determination and firm belief.

He believed that the Combined Fleet must take action and could no longer hide. As the flagship of the Japanese Navy, the Yamato had powerful firepower and combat effectiveness and should play its due role and fight for the interests of the empire.

However, there were huge differences between the Japanese military and the navy over the use of the Yamato and Musashi battleships.

The Admiralty believed that these two most powerful warships should not be risked lightly, because they represented the core strength of the Imperial Navy. Once something happened to them, the blow to the morale of the Imperial Navy would be endless.

At this time, the Combined Fleet was already in a defensive position at sea. Faced with the powerful offensive of the U.S. military, the Imperial Navy urgently needed new carrier-based aircraft and more pilots to enhance its strength.

However, these resources were simply not available on the mainland, so it was even more impossible to send the Yamato, the symbol of the Imperial Japanese Navy, to attack.

This dilemma led to a conflict of opinions between the two sides and put the Japanese Navy in a dilemma.

"Immediately ask the Minister of the Navy to come to the Prime Minister's Office! I need the Navy to give us a specific strategic plan! Instead of defending everywhere and plugging loopholes everywhere like now!"

"Hi!"

Just as the secretary was about to turn around and leave, the phone on the desk in the Prime Minister's office rang again.

This time it was Hideki Tojo who answered the call himself. It would have been better if he hadn't answered it. As soon as he answered it, Tojo fell straight to the ground.

"We must do our best to save His Majesty! His Majesty is the foundation of the Locust Nation. Now that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has unfortunately passed away, His Majesty cannot have any more accidents!"

Tojo's roar spread throughout the corridor. When the secretary heard the words coming out of the Prime Minister's mouth, he began to tremble continuously.

This morning was the worst day since he became secretary. First, news came that the North China Expeditionary Army was defeated.

Then news came from the Pacific battlefield about the loss of Iwo Jima, and now the situation was even more serious. His Majesty Tianhuang didn't know what new accident had happened.

Looking at the Prime Minister’s ferocious expression, it seems that the matter is not small!