Just when Yamamoto Shingen thought the enemy would launch a landing operation like in traditional warfare...

Qin Lan directly resorted to the most swift and ruthless methods.

"The 'Overlord' class battlecruiser formation is preparing to deploy an 'airborne corps'."

"The deployment will be carried out simultaneously in all core cities."

The "scavenger" squad has once again made its appearance.

Hundreds of enormous, metal coffin-like airdrop pods detached from the mothership, trailing long plumes of flame, and crashed straight down on major cities across Kyushu.

These airdrop pods were heavily armored, rendering them impervious to ordinary anti-aircraft fire. They precisely struck city government buildings, transportation hubs, and military barracks…

The hatch opened, and "Scavenger" soldiers, clad in black powered armor and wielding blaster machine guns and flamethrowers, poured out like demons crawling out of hell.

A massacre, with no suspense, unfolded simultaneously in every city of Kyushu.

The soldiers of Kyushu, though fearless, found their rifle bullets barely creating a series of weak sparks when they hit the power armor. Meanwhile, the enemy's blaster machine guns easily tore them, along with the cover behind them, to shreds.

Flamethrowers turned streets into death tunnels.

The city is burning. The resistance is dying out.

In the underground command center, Yamamoto Shingen listened to the final communications from various cities, filled with despair and screams. He knew that it was all over.

“Draw your sword, Yamamoto-kun.” He gave his chief of staff a bitter smile. “The final moment for those who are loyal to the Emperor has come.”

He slowly drew his sword, preparing to end his life in the most traditional way.

However, at that moment, the heavy, steel-cast doors of the command center made a loud "bang" as a huge force tore a large hole in them from the outside.

A soldier from the Imperial Guard, who was over 2.5 meters tall and dressed in heavy armor resembling a small mecha, walked in.

He wasn't holding a gun, but rather the upper body of some unfortunate guard, still dripping blood.

His scarlet electronic eyes scanned the area before finally settling on Shingen Yamamoto.

"Your Majesty Lin Feng, a decree has been issued." A cold, synthesized voice came from inside his helmet.

“A fun toy like you shouldn’t die so easily.”

In despair, Yamamoto Shingen raised his katana.

The next second, the figure of the Imperial Guard soldier vanished instantly.

Yamamoto Shingen felt a sharp pain in his wrist; his sword had been easily snapped in two fingers by his opponent.

Immediately afterwards, a huge, steel hand gripped his throat and lifted him up like a chick.

“You will live on. Live on and watch as we crush your ‘Bushido,’ your ‘Yamato spirit,’ bit by bit, under our feet, and then spit on it.”

This was the last sentence Yamamoto Shingen heard before he fell into a coma.

The Imperial Fleet conquered Kyushu in less than six hours.

When Wei Zheng, the newly appointed "Governor-General of Western Japan," landed his spaceship at the now-ruined Fukuoka Airport, he could still smell the lingering stench of gunpowder and blood in the air.

"General Qin Lan's efficiency is still as high as ever." He looked at the corpses of Kyushu soldiers being dragged out of the ruins by the "cleaner" troops like dead dogs.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

“However, her methods are still too crude.” Wei Zheng shook his head. “War is merely a means. Domination is the art. And fear is the most important pigment in this art.”

He brought not only administrative bureaucrats, but also a special team—the Imperial Psychological Intervention and Propaganda Department.

The "purification" of Kyushu has begun. But this time, Wei Zheng is using methods that are more sophisticated and cruel than those used in Osaka.

The first thing he did was to parade Yamamoto Shingen and all the captured high-ranking officers of the "Kyushu All-Out War Council" through the streets.

They were no longer heroes, but prisoners. Their heads were shaved, they were dressed in the dirtiest prison clothes, and around their necks hung signs listing their names and crimes.

Power armored soldiers, controlled by electric shock collars, were forced to kneel on the ground and crawl through every major street in Fukuoka.

Their "confessions" were playing on a loop through the loudspeaker.

"We are sinners! Our foolish resistance brought devastating disaster to the people of Kyushu! We are sorry to everyone!"

These sounds were all synthesized using AI technology.

But for the surviving people of Kyushu who had just experienced a war that felt like divine punishment, they preferred to believe that this was the truth.

The fall of heroes can destroy a nation's faith more than the massacre itself.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Zheng promulgated the "Kyushu Population Selection Act," which was even stricter than that of Osaka.

He invented a cold scoring system called the "Human Value Assessment System".

Every surviving Kyushu resident had to undergo an assessment. Their age, health, appearance, education, skills, and even whether their ancestors for three generations had criminal records were all taken into account.

Ultimately, everyone will receive a score.

Scores of 90 or above are grade A. This primarily applies to young, beautiful, and unmarried women who meet Lin Feng's aesthetic standards.

They became the most noble, "first-class reserve citizens of the Empire".

Their treatment was even better than that of girls in Osaka's "bride school".

They were taken to the most scenic Yufuin Onsen area for "purification and recuperation," where they were served by dedicated nutritionists and beauticians.

Their sole task is to maintain themselves in perfect condition, waiting to be sent back to the homeland to enrich the empire's "gene pool".

A score of 70-89 is classified as Grade B. This includes women who are less attractive or older, as well as male technicians with special skills (such as doctors and engineers).

They were called "second-class reserve citizens," or "technical laborers." They were provided with relatively decent food and lodging, but were required to provide their knowledge and services to the Empire.

A score of 40-69 is classified as Grade C. The vast majority of young and middle-aged men and women fall into this range.

They became the lowest of the low, "coolie slaves." Permanent barcodes, representing their numbers, were branded onto their necks.

They were assigned to newly built, massive mines, factories, and military bases throughout Kyushu to perform the most arduous and dangerous manual labor.

Scores below 40 are classified as Level D. The elderly, children, patients, the disabled… they are coldly labeled as “resources to be processed.”

Wei Zheng established several enormous "resource conversion centers" throughout the Nine Provinces.

The entire Kyushu region was transformed into a meticulously operated, enormous human pasture.

Everyone is clearly priced and assigned a specific role.

The A-grade girls are learning how to smile and how to please their future master in the hot spring town.

C-rank slaves, coughing up blood, risked their lives to dig out every piece of ore the empire needed.

Fear is no longer a word to describe the feelings of the people of Kyushu.

It was a profound, deep-seated sense of emptiness, a feeling of being utterly objectified and stripped of all human attributes.

They are no longer human.

They are nothing but talking livestock.