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

Chapter 1111 Kneel down and lick it clean

"Look at your behavior." Su Zhengyang looked down at Changshun, "You are a prince, but now you are just like a dog."

"Yes... yes..." Changshun continued to kowtow, "I am just a dog..."

"Your father Rendong claimed to be a descendant of Amaterasu and was high and mighty." Su Zhengyang sneered, "What about now? His body is hanging there, and his son is begging for mercy on the ground."

&34;I...I...&34;

&34;Look up!&34;

Changshun looked up tremblingly, his forehead covered in blood.

&34;Tell everyone what you are?&34;

&34;I...I am a dog...a Chinese dog...&34;

&34;Louder!&34;

"I am a dog!" Changshun shouted at the top of his lungs, "I am a dog of China!"

The reporters below looked at each other, but no one dared to speak.

"Very good." Su Zhengyang continued, "Then what is your father?"

"My father..." Changshun bit his lip.

&34;Say!&34;

"My father is a tyrant! A sinner! A damned fellow!" Changshun burst into tears, "He deserves to die! He deserves it!"

Su Zhengyang nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that you have some self-awareness. From today on, you will be responsible for educating your compatriots. Tell them that the Fuso people are only fit to be slaves of China!"

"Yes! Yes!" Changshun nodded repeatedly, "I will make sure all the Fuso people understand that we are only fit to be slaves of China!"

The reporters watched this scene in shock. A prince sold out his dignity, betrayed his father and country in front of the whole world.

Su Zhengyang stood there, his eyes full of contempt. This was the effect he wanted - to make the Fuso people completely collapse, and let them remember today's shame forever.

"Tsk," Su Zhengyang looked down at his military boots, "I stepped on too much garbage just now, my boots are dirty."

Changshun trembled all over, looking at the pair of blood-stained military boots, and instantly understood Su Zhengyang's hint.

His hands were shaking and tears were in his eyes. Once upon a time, he was a noble prince, but now he had to lick the boots of an enemy.

Just as Changshun was about to lower his head, an old voice suddenly sounded.

"Stop!" A white-haired old man from the royal family struggled to stand up, his eyes bleeding, "Su Zhengyang! You devil! You humiliate the royal family and our faith like this, you..."

&34;Bang!&34;

A crisp gunshot.

The elder's words suddenly stopped, a bloody hole appeared on his forehead, and he fell to the ground with a thud. Warm blood splashed on Changshun's face.

"Ah!" Changshun was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

"I said," Su Zhengyang put away the smoking pistol, "I hate it most when people interrupt me."

He looked back at Changshun: "Go on. My boots are waiting."

Changshun was trembling all over. He looked at the corpse of the elder on the ground, and then looked at Su Zhengyang's cold eyes.

In extreme humiliation and fear, he slowly lowered his noble head.

Reporters' cameras were focused on this scene.

Such is the fate of the defeated.

This is what happens to losers.

And Su Zhengyang stood there,

There was contempt of a victor in his eyes.

Changshun burst into tears.

He looked at the pair of blood-stained military boots and trembled all over. But the fear of death overwhelmed everything, causing this once noble prince to crawl towards Su Zhengyang's feet like a wild dog.

"Woo..." Changshun let out a sob, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick the pair of military boots stained with the blood of his compatriots.

Tears mixed with blood,

Humiliation mixed with fear.

He licked it again and again, like a real dog. The blood made him sick, but he didn't dare to stop.

"Try it well." Su Zhengyang sneered, "This is the blood of your compatriots."

"Use a little more force." Su Zhengyang said coldly, "There is still blood on the left side."

Changshun continued licking with tears in his eyes, not leaving out every inch of the boot surface.

"Yes, that's it." Su Zhengyang laughed contemptuously, "But you are still missing something..."

Changshun trembled all over and understood what Su Zhengyang meant.

"Woof..." he made a weak sound.

&34;Louder! Let everyone hear!&34;

"Woof! Woof! Woof!" Changshun imitated the barking of a dog with tears in his eyes.

"Very good." Su Zhengyang nodded with satisfaction, "Now, stand up and tell everyone what your royal family is."

Changshun stood up trembling, tears and blood mixed together and flowed down his face: "The Fuso royal family... the Fuso royal family is just a bunch of incompetent trash!"

&34;Keep going!&34;

"We claim to be the descendants of Amaterasu, but we can't even protect our own country! My father Rendong is a coward and an incompetent waste!"

Changshun shouted at the top of his lungs: "We royal family members are all garbage! We are waste! We are maggots who don't deserve to live in this world!"

"Well said." Su Zhengyang sneered, "This is your true face."

Reporters recorded all of this silently. This scene will forever be recorded in history:

A prince,

Like a wild dog licking the enemy's boots,

He even cursed his own bloodline with his own mouth.

This is the fate of losers.

This is the shame of a defeated nation.

"Bring the plaque here," Su Zhengyang ordered.

The soldier handed Changshun the plaque that read "On September 34th of next year, we will ride horses to Kyoto to admire the cherry blossoms."

"Kneel down." Su Zhengyang said coldly, "Hold tight."

Changshun knelt on the ground, trembling, holding the plaque tightly in his hands. Tears kept dripping on the eight big characters.

&34;Snap!&34;

Su Zhengyang's military boots slammed heavily on the back of Changshun's head, pressing his face to the ground. Those were the boots he had just licked clean.

"Look!" Su Zhengyang shouted to the reporters, "Take a good picture of this scene! Let the whole world see, this is the end of the Fuso royal family!"

The flashbulbs flashed wildly.

Reporters pressed their shutter buttons frantically.

A prince,

Kneeling on the ground,

Holding the plaque that predicted the demise of Fusang,

The head was crushed under the victor's boot.

This scene will be forever frozen in history.

"This is the fate of the defeated!" Su Zhengyang's voice echoed over the ruins, "This is the price of provoking China!"

Changshun knelt on the ground, tears and nosebleed mixed together. He knew that this moment was not only his personal shame, but also the shame of the entire Fusang.

And this shame will forever be nailed to the pillar of shame in history.

Looking at the prince who was like an ant at his feet, the anger in Su Zhengyang's heart erupted like a volcano.

how many years?

How many years of humiliation?

How many years of hatred?

At this moment, as his boots stepped on the prince's head, as he watched the shrine burn in the flames, as he looked at the bodies of royal family members lying on the ground, an unprecedented pleasure swept over his body.

&34;Hahaha!&34;

Su Zhengyang laughed loudly towards the sky, his laughter filled with happiness and joy.

This is what revenge feels like!

This is the thrill of victory!

He stepped hard on Changshun's head, feeling the trembling of this so-called "descendant of God". At this moment, all the hatred was vented, and all the humiliation was avenged.

Look at these Japanese!

How arrogant were you?

How arrogant were you?

But now it is like a stray dog, kneeling under the iron hoof of China!

Su Zhengyang's laughter echoed over the ruins. He knew that at this moment, it was not only his personal victory, but also the victory of the entire Chinese nation.

Since then,

No one dares to look down on China anymore.

No one dares to bully China anymore!

And this is just the beginning.