Chapter 294 One-Day Deadline, Evacuation Crisis
That video, devoid of any background music and featuring only mechanical sounds and howling wind, acted as a fuse, igniting the global internet.
Immediately afterward, before the world could recover from China's military intimidation...
At the same second, all official media platforms of China displayed an emergency announcement in bold red font.
[All Chinese citizens currently in Japan, please immediately drop everything and assemble at the designated airport or port within 24 hours. The government will dispatch special planes and ships to bring you home!]
The announcement concluded with a list of over a dozen airports and ports located in major cities across Japan, along with detailed map directions.
"go home!"
"We'll take you home!"
These few simple words instantly replaced "Dongfeng Express" and became the most unforgettable imprint in the hearts of all Chinese people.
If previous military videos were about flexing their muscles to the world, then this evacuation announcement is a direct message to everyone:
War could break out at any time.
We are ready.
Tokyo, the land of cherry blossoms.
A Chinese student working at a convenience store saw this announcement pop up on his phone screen.
He was stunned.
His Japanese colleagues were pointing at the footage of the Yokosuka base explosion on TV, discussing it with righteous indignation.
The international student quietly took off his apron and placed it on the counter.
"Manager, I'm resigning."
"What?! Are you crazy? Where are you going to find a job now that you've quit your job?"
The international student didn't answer; he simply picked up his phone and dialed home.
"Mom, I'm going home."
"The government sent a plane to pick us up."
On the other end of the phone, the mother's voice was choked with sobs.
"Quick! Come back quickly! Don't bring anything! Just come back!"
Similar scenes are playing out in every corner of the land of cherry blossoms.
Tourists abandoned their trips, businessmen broke off negotiations, and workers came off the production line.
Countless Chinese people flocked from all directions to the assembly point specified in the announcement.
Tokyo's Narita Airport was submerged in a sea of red overnight.
The bright five-star red flag fluttered among the crowd.
The embassy staff stayed up all night, shouting and using loudspeakers to guide the flow of people and verify their identities.
"Don't panic, everyone! Line up! Everyone can go home!"
"Our planes are already on their way! Our warships are here too!"
"Please have faith in our country!"
An elderly man with gray hair, leaning on a cane and supported by his granddaughter, watched the white passenger plane bearing the national emblem slowly landing outside the airport. Two streams of tears flowed from his cloudy eyes.
"It's good to be home... It's good to be home..."
A young international student, facing the cameras of international media, could no longer contain his emotions and burst into tears of joy.
"You ask me how I feel?"
"All I know is that I have a powerful motherland behind me!"
"No matter where I am, if I encounter danger, she will come to take me home!"
This scene was broadcast live around the world without any delay.
Meanwhile, the live broadcast from the Chinese military continued uninterrupted.
The screen was split in two.
On the left are the tense yet orderly evacuation operations at the airport and port, and countless excited and proud faces.
To the right, in an underground launch silo, giant missiles stand silently, and next to them, a bright red electronic countdown timer is relentlessly ticking.
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【20:15:33】
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On one side is the protection of peace, and on the other is the threat of war.
On one side, there's the heartwarming message, "We'll take you home."
On one side is the cold-blooded "24-hour ultimatum".
This juxtaposition of withdrawal and deterrence created an unprecedented sense of psychological pressure, leaving all foreign politicians watching on screens feeling cold to the touch.
The international community is in complete chaos.
Countless emergency calls were made to the capital of China.
"We hope that you will exercise restraint..."
"War cannot solve problems, and we are willing to mediate..."
"Could we extend the timeframe for the ultimatum? We can sit down and talk..."
Inside the supreme command center, Chen Jianguo put down the phone and looked at Chief Zhang beside him.
"Sir, we have received calls from seventeen countries hoping to intervene and mediate."
Chief Zhang held his teacup without even lifting his eyelids.
"How was it restored?"
"Just one sentence," Chen Jianguo said, adjusting his glasses. "We only want an apology and compensation. That's our bottom line."
Chief Zhang nodded and said nothing more.
The bottom line is a line that cannot be compromised.
The United States, the White House.
The atmosphere in the oval office was extremely oppressive.
"We cannot make them apologize! Absolutely not!" A representative from a military-industrial complex slammed his fist on the table. "If Japan bows down, it will be tantamount to admitting that we have bowed down! Our global credibility and our hegemony will completely collapse!"
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Another aide asked, his face pale. "Are we really going to go to war with them? We don't even know what technology they've mastered! Our missiles simply can't get through!"
"If we can't get through, we'll drag them all down with us!" The representative's eyes gleamed with madness. "We still have aircraft carriers! We still have nuclear submarines! Our navy is still number one in the world!"
"Mr. President!" He turned to the silent president in the main seat: "We must show strength! Send the fleet immediately! To the East China Sea! To their doorstep! Let them know who the master of this ocean is!"
“If we back down, all our allies will waver! We cannot afford the consequences!”
Fine beads of sweat appeared on the president's forehead.
He knew he had no other choice.
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There are only 8 hours left until the 24-hour deadline.
The Supreme Command of China.
On the huge screen, the countdown on the right side had turned into a glaring "08:00:00".
Suddenly, a red arrow representing the fleet lit up in the corner of the screen.
"Report!"
"The Seventh Fleet's Challenger Carrier Strike Group has been detected changing course suddenly!"
"It is approaching our East China Sea at a speed of 25 knots!"
"It is expected to enter our territorial waters in 6 hours!"
In the command center, everyone's heart was in their throat.
They've arrived.
In the end, they still chose the worst path.
Commander Zhang slowly put down his teacup, which made a soft sound as it touched the table.
He stood up, staring blankly at the approaching red arrow on the screen.
The entire command center was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was watching him, waiting for his command.
Instead of giving the order immediately, Chief Zhang picked up the red phone on the table and dialed a number.
The call was connected.
"Boss, the US aircraft carrier battle group is heading towards our East my country Sea."
"Prepare for battle with all your might! If the enemy launches an attack, retaliate immediately!" The leader's calm and powerful voice rang out.
"yes!"
After hanging up the phone, Chief Zhang made another call.
"Xiao Jue".
Zhou Jue's voice came through the receiver, calm and strong: "Grandpa Zhang, I'm here."
How are the preparations for the first phase of the "South Heaven Gate Project" progressing?
"Reporting to the commander, we are ready to take off at any time."
"good."
Chief Zhang hung up the phone.
He turned around, picked up another phone leading to the Air Force Command Center, his eyes expressionless, but his voice resounded throughout the command room.
"Pass on my orders."
"'Mysterious Maiden' space fighter, prepare for takeoff."
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