1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

"I will personally lead my brothers to destroy the camp of those bastards and drive them out of Washington completely!"

As a fellow soldier, Eisenhower believed that neither he nor MacArthur should get involved in a conflict with unpredictable consequences. However, he could not persuade them, so he could only ask in a roundabout way: "What if they refuse to leave?"

MacArthur glanced at his men coldly:

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, this is politics. Any red elements who dare to make trouble must be ruthlessly eliminated!" - This sentence defined this action.

So, just like that, the historical "July Massacre in Washington" happened in May.

Meanwhile, a man who had donated $200 to veterans and was shopping for supplies and visiting important figures in Washington, D.C., was alerted by his subordinates that something was amiss. "Huh? Why are so many troops being mobilized? Which direction is this..."

159 You love America, but does America love you?

Last time, after being reminded by the agent, Mark gave up directly getting involved in the "Veterans Petition Incident" and concentrated on taking the agent and others to purchase supplies, visit important people, and the "Occupy Washington Underground World".

what?

You mean there is no channel?

The current boss of the Los Angeles Mafia is my woman. Do you think I have any connections?

what?

You say the American elite don't give face?

Don't make trouble.

Nowadays, people still have a great deal of respect for the nobility. Even the ugly dwarf Prince Toshihiko Higashikuni could easily pick up girls all over Britain, France, and Germany by relying on his "Japanese royal status." If I remember correctly, in 1910, there was a case where a British student painted his skin black and pretended to be the King of Abyssinia, fooling the entire British Royal Navy. Incidentally, the fact that this incident became known to the world was because the prankster himself felt that deceiving these fools was pointless and reported it himself...

what?

You Washington gangs don't recognize my Los Angeles mafia?

Fine, fine, we are civilized people, we won't bother with you idiots... Die, you insects!

In short, the various incidents caused by the veterans have greatly distracted the attention of the US government and police, making them unable to pay attention to the recently disappeared gang leaders and the corpses that appeared in the corner. Of course, this cruel and horrific incident certainly has nothing to do with civilized and harmonious people like Mark, Fujiwara Kanezane, or the alchemist.

"...What did you say? A large number of troops? Heading towards that veterans' camp?"

"Yes, Commander."

The agent glanced at a former Washington mafia boss who had been slapped into a pig's head by Mark for stepping out the door with his left foot first, and continued his report:

The mafia villa that Xiao 9 raided was not far from the headquarters of the Third Cavalry Regiment. She discovered that the army was gathering, so she eavesdropped and confirmed that they were going to suppress the group of veterans.

And the leaders are those people in history..."

"That's it..."

Mark was a little confused:

"It's really strange. I didn't do anything, so why did it suddenly come early?"

The agent was also a little confused. They really didn't do anything.

Apart from the things that were done on the surface, it was nothing more than cleaning up some mafia gangs, donating money to veterans in the name of the Communist Party of the United States, and secretly mocking President Hu. Unable to figure out what went wrong, Mark was too lazy to think about it. He threw the person in his hand to the ground and ordered:

"Forget it, in that case, let's go over and take a look. No matter who wants to suppress the veterans, I, Ma, have to go and help them!" "Understood, Commander."

After leaving behind a corpse, Mark led the agent out of the room. Several big-nosed white men immediately knelt in greeting, their heads pressed to the ground, their bodies shaking like sieves. "B...boss!"

"Ah."

Mark snorted softly, looking disdainful of talking to him. The agent responded for him in a calm and gentle tone: "All the goods the master wants, you have one month to handle all of them, and load them on the ship in Los Angeles. Do you understand?" "Yes... yes!"

Facing Mark's vague gaze, the men trembled even more violently.

Several beautiful maids, including the one before them, were so ferocious that more than a dozen gunmen were unable to resist them, and they could even crush people's skulls with a single hand;

And what kind of terrifying existence must the man who commands them be? No one dares to have even the slightest bit of evil thoughts.

In this land of America, violence is always the biggest theme.

"...General, this is just a simple suppression. There's no need for you to intervene personally."

Since both the President and MacArthur had decided to suppress the rebellion, Eisenhower naturally had to obey orders. However, he believed that such a small matter did not require the personal involvement of the Army Chief of Staff. However, General MacArthur would not listen to him: "Since the rebellious bastards are right before our eyes, this general must personally supervise the battle to ensure absolute victory!"

As he spoke, he asked the orderly to go home and get a full set of general uniforms with eight rows of medals and the rank of four-star general, so that he could put on the uniforms. He looked like he was going to fight a world war. Then, he gave an impassioned speech to the cavalry regiment commanded by Patton and the infantry regiment commanded by Eisenhower, and then waved his hand:

"Brothers! Forward! Suppress this shameless rebellion! I will break the spines of these people!" (Original words)

"yes! !"

“...Da da da..Da da da...”

The unsteady clatter of horse hooves, footsteps, and the roar of tanks, deliberately stripped of their exhaust mufflers to make them extraordinarily loud, pierced the evening on the banks of the Anacosti River. After so many days of sleeping in the open, the exhausted veterans and their families, resting in the open, were awakened by the startle.

As they tried to comprehend what was happening, hundreds of tear gas grenades were hurled from all directions. Soon, the sounds of gunfire, horses neighing, footsteps, cries, and sirens filled the entire veterans' camp, completely shrouded in smoke. How could these veterans, long retired and practically unarmed, possibly defeat the heavily armed active-duty troops?

As soon as Patton's cavalry charged, they were quickly scattered and could only flee with their families and friends.

Some veterans desperately grabbed the cavalry's reins, trying to snatch their weapons, and roared angrily from their chests: "God, if only we had guns!"

In return, he was chopped down in the face by a merciless saber!

There were also veterans who knelt down and asked these young people who were once in the same profession as them: "Brother, during the World War, we were in Argonne. Where were you then?!" In return, they were mercilessly scolded and rebuked:

"You beggars and criminals! Take your dogs and get out of Washington! Never come back!" A child trying to rescue his rabbit from a burning shack had his chest crushed by a cavalryman; a girl who was bathing panicked and ran out naked, only to be raped by a group of soldiers; parents were separated from their children, unaware that their babies had already been suffocated to death by smoke bombs...

In less than three hours, more than 10,000 wounded veterans and their families were forced into a depression near the river bank, with some even half their bodies submerged in the water.

Meanwhile, the wealthy in Washington sat on their yachts, drinking expensive red wine and watching this once-in-a-century night view with President Hoover in the White House. (This is how it was in history.) After a "hard battle," the soldiers surrounded and trapped the veterans, began to eat and replenish their energy, and once they were full, they would launch the final attack.

Everything seems to have a predetermined ending.

At this moment, an angry female voice rang out sharply:

"Damn you! You shameless thugs who suppress national heroes and ordinary people!"

The air froze for a few seconds.

Then, a suppressed and excited roar broke out from the crowd of veterans: "It's Miss Spring! It's Miss Spring!"

Sure enough, after a while, Miss Springfield came out from the corner covered in blood, holding a baby in her arms and followed by several young people.

The gentleness and virtuousness of the past had completely faded from her face, leaving only raging anger and sadness. She casually stuffed the child into the hands of a woman and roared, "Hold your gun! Follow me!"

gun?

The veterans then realized that the weapons those young men were carrying in their hands and on their backs were weapons they were once so familiar with. Where... where did they come from?

"Miss Spring snatched this from the soldiers!"

A young man threw five or six rifles and bandoliers on the ground, picked up another one, and followed Springfield without hesitation. The other young men followed suit. Seeing that the older soldiers, especially those with families still around, were hesitant and worried, Springfield turned around and shouted:

"What are you waiting for? Are you still worried about endangering society? You love this country, but does this country love you?!"

The veterans looked at each other, took a deep breath, and as they thought of their dead friends and family, their eyes gradually grew hateful, determined, and sharp. One by one, they picked up their guns, and those without guns fell behind, all following the young woman in uniform who had such immense respect for them.

They shed blood and sacrificed their lives in Saint-Mihiel and Argonne. At worst, the remaining blood will be shed tonight!

The team had been preliminarily organized, with Haruta, the core, walking in front with a furious look on his face.

She hadn't expected that she'd just noticed something was happening in downtown Washington and gone to investigate, and within a short while, something like this would happen. Damn it!

Historically, it seems that it didn’t happen until the end of July!

never mind!

No matter what month it happened, all of you damn executioners must die!!

At this time, an old soldier named Joseph T. Angelino was brought before Patton, the commander of the cavalry regiment. He recognized his former comrade and pleaded: "Little George! Do you remember me? I am Joseph! Joseph Angelino! I saved your life during the World War, and you promised me..." Before Joseph finished speaking, Patton asked coldly:

“Who brought this man here?”

"Uh... He said he was your..."

"I don't know this guy at all, throw him out!" "Yes!"

After doing this, Patton turned his head and looked at another subordinate who was reporting in confusion: "How many cavalrymen are missing?"

"Yes, we didn't find them during dinner." "Oh..."

Barton didn't care about this little thing and waved his hand calmly:

"Maybe it ran to David (Eisenhower)..." "Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!!"

At this moment, a series of gunshots suddenly rang out. Patton jumped up all of a sudden, shocked and angry! What happened?

Which bastard dares to disobey my orders?! Didn't I tell you to avoid shooting if possible to avoid...wait!

wrong!

The direction of the gunshot is from the veterans camp!!

Despite discovering something unusual, Patton remained unfazed. Even if the veterans had hidden one or two guns, so what? We were the regular army!

No militia has ever been able to defeat a regular army! Besides, we are cavalry!

However, the sound of gunfire was getting closer and closer;

Obviously, this is a clear signal that the battle line is pressing in our direction. How does that phrase go?

The battle report can be nonsense, but the front line cannot lie. Something is really wrong.

A moment later, a cavalry company commander under Patton came running over, clutching his arm and pissing himself, crying from a distance: "Major! Run! Their shooting is too accurate! All our brothers are dead!"

? ? ?

Before Patton could understand what this meant, a bullet flew over and hit the lieutenant in the back of the head, then passed through the front and hit Patton's arm;

Amidst the smoke and flames, Patton saw from afar an extremely beautiful woman squatting on the ground, holding a rifle in her hand and firing continuously. Every time she fired, a soldier or officer on her side would fall down. Her efficiency was incredibly high.

Led by her, group after group of veterans bravely seized horses or guns, recklessly attacking the enemies who had been suppressing them! In a trance, Patton seemed to be standing before a famous oil painting he had seen at an exhibition in France:

Liberty leads the people.

"boom!"

"Major! Major! Medic! Medic! The Major was shot in the thigh!" "Leave him alone! Run!!"

160 Feel your crotch to see if there are any eggs!

"...No more bullets?"

"Yes, Ms. Spring, we are collecting bullets!"

A young man looked at Miss Springfield with eyes of great reverence, his admiration for her deep in his bones; at this moment, if Springfield asked him to die, he probably would not hesitate at all.

In the battle just now, the group of young people surrounding Springfield actually only did one thing: load the guns and hand them to Miss Springfield;

After the bullets were emptied, he took back the gun, reloaded it, and handed it to...

This cycle repeats over and over again.

It's not that they don't want to participate in the battle, it's just that Miss Springfield's shooting efficiency is too damn high!

They started shooting from a distance of four or five hundred meters. Not only was the shooting speed so fast that even if several of them loaded their bullets together, they could hardly catch up, but every shot hit the target.

It really achieved the goal of "killing one enemy with every bullet." (Singing)

Under this terrifying attack efficiency, the cavalry regiment blocking their path was quickly defeated in a matter of minutes, many soldiers fleeing without even abandoning their weapons and horses. Just now, it seemed that a high-ranking officer was struck by a bullet and felled, and the cavalry regiment completely collapsed, and some began to take the lead in surrendering to the veterans.

Miss Springfield nodded slightly with a cold face:

"Okay, quickly collect ammunition and prepare for a new battle!" "Yes! Commander!"

This word brought a hint of astonishment and bitterness to Miss Haruta's face. Commander... Commander...

Where is my commander?

I've come from that world to this one, and I've been searching for you for almost two months... At this moment, an old soldier who was very familiar with Springfield came up, gun in hand:

"Miss Spring, what do we do now? Everyone is waiting for your orders."

Young people admire this goddess of war, and veterans who have participated in world wars and witnessed how cruel and dangerous the battlefield is admire her even more.

What kind of shooting skill was that just now? God's shooting skill!

Something only God can do!

If anyone says that this isn't a battle saint or holy angel sent by God, I'll stuff their mouth with shit!

Whenever in a violent institution like the military, a commander who is brave enough will always be respected and followed by his soldiers; and now, Springfield has played this role perfectly.

“How many of you know how to ride a horse?”

"Well... everyone knows a little bit."