The Republic of China: A Letter of Appointment Creates the Most Powerful Warlord

"Commander Jin!" Inoue Sanye slowly turned around and sat in front of the old man.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze, which was originally as sharp as an eagle, now revealed a trace of fatigue that was difficult to conceal.

He spoke slowly, "I know exactly what's on your mind. Right now, you're eager to kill everyone here. But have you ever truly considered this? This world is inherently cruel and ruthless, where the strong prey on the weak. This law of survival has remained unchanged from ancient times to the present."

Having said that, Inoue Sanye paused for a moment, as if he was organizing his thoughts.

He continued, "Ever since my father's generation, the land of Silla has become a colony of our Sakura Nation. The men living here are nothing more than livestock for us to drive, and the women are merely tools used to perpetuate the livestock herd. It's no exaggeration to say that everything on this land belongs to us, the Sakura Nation."

When talking about the things that happened in recent years, Inoue Sanye's expression seemed unusually calm, as if these things were already commonplace to him.

However, deep in his seemingly calm eyes, there was a chilling look of indifference.

Indeed, as he said, after such a long time, Silla was always under their colonial rule.

The rich resources and large population here are all regarded by them as their own property, which can be used and controlled at will.

Finally, Inoue Sanye looked at Commander Jin again, a puzzled expression on his face. He asked, "I really can't understand! After so many years, millions of Silla citizens have been able to calmly accept the current reality. Why do you alone insist on disrupting this hard-won peace and tranquility?"

"Hehe...hehe..." Jin Zaishan couldn't help but sneer after listening to the other party's ridiculous words. The laughter continued, as if he wanted to vent all the anger and dissatisfaction in his heart through these sneers.

"According to what you said, we Silla people are destined to be slaves to you guys from the moment we are born and be treated like animals for the rest of our lives?" Jin Zaishan's eyes were wide open as he stared at the ignorant guy in front of him, his voice trembling slightly with anger.

However, Inoue Sanye showed no fear. He even looked back at Jin Zaishan with contempt and responded confidently, "What else can we do? This is the fact! Whether it's the high and mighty royal family or the ordinary common people, haven't we all been oppressed and enslaved for so many years?"

Hearing this, Jin Zaishan was so angry that his whole body trembled, but he still suppressed his anger and said with gritted teeth, "I tell you, there is an old saying in Daxia, 'Everything will turn around when it reaches its extreme'! You evil people have been unscrupulously oppressing and enslaving the people of Silla for too long. One day, you will receive the retribution you deserve!"

At this moment, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corners of Jin Zaishan's slightly raised mouth, and that smile was as cold and biting as the winter wind.

But Inoue Sanye showed no sign of restraining himself. Instead, he laughed uncontrollably, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. He pointed at Jin Zaishan's face, which was distorted with anger, and mocked him mercilessly, "Hahahaha... retribution? There are actually people who believe in such a vague thing! The so-called retribution is nothing but an excuse for those weak and incompetent people to comfort themselves!"

"Hmph! Just wait and see! The people of Silla will never submit to you, a group of jackal-like oppressors! One day, they will stand up, step on the corpses of you evil people, and proudly announce our victory to the world!" Jin Zaishan's eyes were wide open, his face was full of anger, and he roared like thunder.

At this moment, his heart was burning with rage, as if he wanted to burn all the injustice and evil in the world to ashes.

Although the years have left deep marks on his face and he is no longer young and strong, the desire for justice and freedom deep in his heart has never been extinguished.

Perhaps, at his current age, he no longer has the opportunity to witness the moment when the Silla people completely defeat their enemies and usher in a bright future.

However, he always believed that as long as there was a Silla citizen on this land who had not been enslaved, the struggle would never stop, and the final victory would surely illuminate the entire earth like the dawn.

……

To the north, the Marshal's residence.

At this moment, Zhang Zuolin was sitting upright in the spacious and bright study.

A thick stack of documents and materials lay on his broad desk, one of which was important news urgently sent by the intelligence department.

Zhang Zuolin stared at the information in his hand with a serious expression, his brows tightly furrowed, forming a deep furrow.

He read the text word by word, but the more he read, the more confused he became.

Silla was now in the midst of a serious civil strife, and the situation was extremely chaotic.

The capture of Jin Zaishan made the already shaky resistance army even worse.

Even more shocking is that huge political divisions have emerged within the rebels.

They were originally united to fight against foreign enemies, but now they have begun to fight each other for various reasons such as power and interests, and the contradictions between them are becoming increasingly acute.

The young prince Jin Junli, who should have been a leader that everyone paid attention to, was not spared and also suffered the pain of imprisonment.

This series of events was dizzying, as if the entire Silla had fallen into chaos and darkness.

From these confusing and complicated news, it can be seen that Zhang Ye’s visit to Silla this time is like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up thousands of waves.

His arrival undoubtedly brought great shock and influence to Silla, turning the country upside down and plunging it into chaos.

In this storm, the Silla resistance completely fell apart.

Various factions emerged like mushrooms after a rain, each acting independently and fighting against each other.

Former comrades-in-arms became enemies in the blink of an eye, and the unity they once had was long gone.

"This Zhang Ye is quite interesting. He's only been here a few days and he's already confused the rebels and the Sakura Country garrison."

"General, this isn't a good thing." Military Advisor Yang Yuting, who had been waiting for quite some time, began analyzing the pros and cons of the situation after hearing his words. "The Emperor of Silla has long coveted the rebels' military power, but he's been trapped and hasn't had the opportunity to formally take over."

"Now that Jin Zaishan has been captured, it's a good time for the emperor to transfer power. After all, he doesn't want his son to inherit his father's legacy."

"Yes, what they did was pretty fucked up." Zhang Zuolin leaned back in his chair and sighed slowly, "These days, as long as you have troops, everyone wants to take power and ascend the throne. The Silla Emperor also saw this and didn't want Jin Junli to succeed his father."