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

"Kill them!" On the execution ground, a thunderous roar broke through the sky, stirring the hearts of every citizen present like a violent storm. The emotions in the crowd boiled to the extreme, and anger and hatred burned like a raging fire, pushing the atmosphere of the execution ground to a climax.

"Support President Su! Support the Northern Xinjiang government!" Shouts rose and fell, one wave higher than the other. In their hearts, the Northern Xinjiang government has long been a symbol of a regime that truly serves the country and the people, while the Southern Government, in sharp contrast, has been labeled "soft-spine" and "shame."

"Northern Xinjiang is the government that truly serves the country and the people! It is the backbone of the entire Chinese nation!" This sentence seemed to have become the common belief of everyone. They waved their fists, with a firm light in their eyes. In their hearts, the Northern Xinjiang government is not only a political entity, but also a symbol of national spirit, and the hope of leading China to revival.

At the same time, Asano Onryo on the execution ground was like a madman who had completely lost his mind. He grinned and laughed continuously, and his laughter was full of madness and ridicule. His smile seemed to tell everyone that their anger and hatred were nothing but powerless struggles in his eyes.

Cheng Yi and Yan Huisheng were terrified, and they lowered their heads as if to avoid the coming storm. Their hearts were filled with fear and guilt, and they knew that the crimes they committed could not be forgiven, but they also knew that at this moment they had become the target of everyone's anger and hatred.

Su Zhengyang stood aside, revealing a satisfied smile. He knew very well that only when the people of China were truly awakened and had a genuine national consciousness from the heart, would China truly rise.

At this moment, he seemed to see the light of hope for China's future, and there was a determined light flashing in his eyes.

The shouts, curses, and jeers on the execution ground intertwined to form a shocking picture. This was the angry cry of the Chinese people with their souls, an accusation against the invaders, a rejection of the traitors, and a desire and expectation for national rejuvenation. At this moment, the execution ground seemed to have become the focus of the entire Chinese nation's emotions, and everyone's heart was tightly moved.

Su Zhengyang's voice echoed over the execution ground, and every word hit the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer. "I declare that in the name of the Northern Frontier government and in the name of the 900 million people of China! They will be tried, sentenced to death, and executed immediately!" His words were sonorous and powerful, leaving no room for doubt. As the last word fell, the air on the execution ground seemed to freeze, and all breathing seemed to stop at this moment.

At this moment, three burly executioners walked up to the execution platform with heavy steps. They held ghost-head swords with cold and gleaming blades. Their eyes were firm and indifferent, and they raised the swords in their hands without hesitation.

At the moment when the blade was about to fall, the eyes of Qianye Wenliang, Cheng Yi and Yan Huisheng were filled with fear and despair. They wanted to struggle and escape from this fatal knife, but it was no use.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!" Three muffled sounds were heard in succession, and three heads instantly fell to the ground. Blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the entire execution platform red. At that moment, the air on the execution ground seemed to be stained with the smell of blood, making people feel suffocated.

At this moment, the people present felt an unprecedented sense of relief. Their inner national consciousness and patriotic feelings were perfectly released at this moment. Countless people raised their hands and shouted the slogan "Long live the Northern Frontier! Long live President Su!" Their voices gathered into a powerful force, echoing over the execution ground, as if they could penetrate the clouds and reach the sky.

At this moment, the execution ground seemed to have become the outbreak point of the national sentiment of the entire Chinese nation.

Everyone present deeply felt the power of national cohesion and patriotism. They knew that the joy and cheers at this moment were the best tribute to the martyrs who fought and sacrificed for the interests of the country and the nation. At the same time, it was also the most powerful response to the enemies who dared to invade our territory and harm our compatriots.

Su Zhengyang stood on the execution platform, his eyes firm and deep.

He knew that the victory and cheers at this moment were just the starting point of China's rise. The road ahead was still long, and there were still many difficulties and challenges to face. However, as long as the people of China could awaken and have national consciousness and patriotism from the bottom of their hearts, the future of China would surely be brighter and more glorious.

The major newspapers and media present seemed to have prepared in advance.

, at this moment, he quickly pressed the shutter of the camera in his hand. Su Zhengyang's figure in the camera was tall and majestic, and his words announcing the trial and execution were firm and powerful.

The camera flash flickered, as if to record the shock and hatred of this moment.

The media vied for angles, trying to capture the most authentic and shocking images to record this historic moment forever.

After the execution, anger quickly spread among the people.

They rushed to the execution platform and surrounded the bodies of Asano Onryo and the other two. The bodies were thrown carelessly on the platform, and no one came forward to pick them up. The people's eyes were burning with anger, and they used stones, sticks, and even bare hands to attack the bodies of the three people crazily.

In a short while, the bodies of Asano Wenliang, Cheng Yi and Yan Huisheng were beaten beyond recognition and covered in blood.

The people seemed to be still unsatisfied, they cut the broken bodies into countless pieces and then threw them into the wilderness. In the wilderness, wild animals smelled the blood and gathered to bite and eat the bodies.

Soon, the bodies of Qianye Wenliang, Cheng Yi and Yan Huisheng were completely eaten by wild beasts, leaving only a few pieces of torn clothes and scattered bone fragments, as if silently witnessing everything. The names of these three people, as well as the crimes they had committed, disappeared in this wilderness along with their bodies.

Su Zhengyang watched all this quietly like a bystander.

He knew that his goal had been achieved. The fact that the Southern Government was colluding with Fuso had been made public, and the Southern Government had become the object of scorn and contempt by 900 million people.

And this is exactly what he wants. In the upcoming war of unification between the north and the south, the proactive offensive of the Northern Xinjiang government will become justified.

It is completely reasonable for them to attack the so-called "soft-spine" southern government from the commanding heights of morality and national glory. Such actions will inevitably receive strong support from the entire Chinese people.

Su Zhengyang believed that as long as he won the hearts of the people and followed their will, the final winner of the inevitable battle for regime unification between the north and the south would definitely be the Northern Xinjiang government.