1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

"Okay then, let's get on our horses and follow me to prepare to attack the infantry regiment on the other side!" "Huh?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the veterans became hesitant again.

Just now, everyone was so excited that they followed Miss Springfield to kill so many active-duty soldiers from the cavalry regiment. Now that they have calmed down, everyone is actually a little scared. Should we continue fighting?

Will the government...

Haruta immediately noticed the veterans' hesitation and shouted, "Don't you understand now?! They just want you dead!"

"It's come to this. If you don't keep fighting until complete victory, are you just waiting to get your head chopped off?" "If you don't dare to go, then feel inside your crotch to see if you still have any balls!"

In the military system, especially the US military system, violence, sex and foul language are always the best tools to boost morale.

Being mocked by the woman he admired and even secretly loved, being looked down upon by his juniors, any man with a shred of courage could not stand such an insult. The veterans' faces flushed crimson, and they stood up straight, saluted, and roared:

"Yes! Commander Spring! We will obey your orders! We will kill all the enemies! Or we will fall under the enemy's guns! ! ! "Why does the saint swear?

A saint should swear!".."

Five minutes later, nearly a hundred war horses were gathered. Miss Haruta, saber in one hand and rifle in the other, sat upright on her horse, looking at the "cavalry" and "infantry" behind her. She did not give a long speech like some five-star emperor, but just glanced around and then waved her hand suddenly:

"My dear brothers! For survival! For freedom! For our fallen comrades and families! Everyone follow me! Charge! Charge! Charge!" "Yes! Commander! !"

The surging troops roared and rushed towards Eisenhower's infantry regiment.

".…."

On the other side, Eisenhower put down the telescope and completely gave up the idea of ​​observing the situation.

As soon as something happened on Patton's side, he immediately noticed something was wrong, but his vision was completely blocked by the darkness, the fire, and the smoke, and he couldn't see clearly. What happened?

Why are there so many gunshots and screams? Did George attack prematurely?

It shouldn't be possible?

Didn't we agree to surround the two sides and let the middle go, so that some of those veterans could escape?

Although MacArthur's order was to "break the spines of all the bastards," these two mid-level and junior officers clearly had their own ideas. They had killed too many people and would be held accountable by their fellow soldiers in the future.

Just as Eisenhower was about to call the three regimental commanders together to discuss countermeasures, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and a cavalryman from the 3rd Cavalry Regiment rushed in front of him, covered in blood, crying incoherently:

"They've rebelled! We've failed! The major was killed in action!"

What are you talking about, J8? Who the fuck betrayed me? Who the fuck...

Just like poor Patton, before Eisenhower could ask what had happened, a fierce and short scream suddenly came from behind him: "Ah!"

"Ah!" "Ah! You..." "Help..."

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”? ?

what happened?

Disasters occurred one after another.

Before the matter behind was resolved, the chaotic sounds of horse hooves, footsteps, and shouts of charging were heard again in the front.

Now, everyone in the two infantry regiments and one engineering regiment, including Eisenhower and several commanders, was in a panic. What was going on?

Being attacked from both sides by the enemy? No!

The key is where the enemy comes from! !

In an instant, a horse pierced through the smoke and darkness and rushed out. A heroic woman was leaning slightly on the horse, and her long sword was shining brightly in the moonlight. Following closely behind her were horses that the soldiers were once very familiar with, but the knights on the horses' backs had changed.

Obviously, these people are definitely not Patton's cavalry regiment!

What terrified Eisenhower's side even more was that the group immediately began firing, and their soldiers immediately fell down! Even though they had lost their vigilance and gathered the soldiers together for dinner because they didn't expect the veterans to be able to resist, the accuracy was still too high!

Seeing their companions being killed or injured and falling to the ground one by one under the attack of the "rebels" in front, and hearing the screams and chaos behind them, everyone was extremely panicked.

Not to mention the new recruits who had never experienced combat and had barely seen blood, even the veterans who had undergone a certain amount of training and had just seen blood on their bayonets, and officers who had participated in the World War, who wouldn't be afraid of this bizarre situation? Before everyone came to suppress the veterans, they had never imagined they would end up in such a situation. Many people didn't even have guns or bullets!

Naturally, unorganized infantry cannot resist cavalry.

A few seconds later, the "Springfield Riders" charged into the throng of scattered infantrymen, followed closely by the red-eyed, silent veterans. Thus, the events that had occurred to the veterans and their families a few hours earlier were replayed against the perpetrators.

Screams, screams, pleas for mercy, cries... The morale of the entire army has completely collapsed, and they are being chased and beaten by veterans whose actual combat numbers are far less than theirs.

At this point, the situation was no longer under Eisenhower's control. The defeated soldiers instinctively surrounded him and wanted to escape, but they were discovered by Springfield, who led the cavalry to attack him again and again.

A round of impact;

As long as the infantry is not in groups, they can never be a match for the cavalry!

Soon, dozens of remaining officers and soldiers were surrounded by Ms. Springfield and the cavalry. "Lieutenant Colonel!"

The gleaming of bayonets and sabers in the firelight instilled fear in everyone, and everyone anxiously called out to Eisenhower, hoping he would make a decision. Should they resist, flee, or...

Just a few dozen minutes seemed like a lifetime.

Eisenhower, who was hit on the head with a stick and almost knocked unconscious, wiped the blood, looked at his subordinates with a look of panic, sighed, walked out alone, and shouted: "Who is your commander! I am the commander here, Dwight David Eisenhower, I..."

"Are you Eisenhower?"

Before he could finish his words, a heroic woman in military uniform on horseback emerged from the crowd. The firelight illuminated her beautiful face, making her look like the legendary Joan of Arc. Marshal Ai was stunned:

"you..""

"Let me ask you, who gave the order to suppress this?" "Uh..."

Eisenhower was speechless.

He knew who it was, but he couldn't tell anyone at this moment, otherwise his future would be completely ruined.

"Well, actually, I have a rough idea of ​​who it is... Now, I order you to lay down your weapons and surrender right here!"

".."

Although he had this intention when he came out to announce his identity, Eisenhower was embarrassed to be told so bluntly and did not answer immediately.

Seeing that these guys neither confessed nor surrendered, Chuntian slowly raised his hands, and a group of veterans pointed their guns at their "juniors" without hesitation.

Then, someone collapsed instantly:

"We surrender! We surrender! It was MacArthur who asked us to kill! It was President Hoover!"

After hearing this, Eisenhower could only sigh:

"Surrender, we surrender."

Following his order, weapons were thrown to the ground, and teams of wounded, dejected, and weeping officers and soldiers were ordered to gather together. Haruta then put away his saber and planned to discuss the next battle with the veterans, but suddenly a less confident voice sounded, and it was in Chinese: "Miss Haruta?"

Haruta's body trembled, and he immediately cancelled his signal shielding. Sure enough, a familiar signal came in. "Little 9?"

161 Storm the White House! Hang the President! Long Live Freedom!

From the direction of the veterans' camp, flames shot up into the sky, shouts and screams echoed through the night sky. The president in the White House and the nobles on the river watched with great interest.

They had no idea about military affairs, let alone the principle that "battle reports may lie, but battle lines never do." They actually thought it was the heroic General MacArthur who commanded the soldiers to launch a new offensive! Well done, well done!

Kill these untouchables who dare to cause trouble for us gentlemen! But Marshal Mai himself felt very bad at this time.

Although he was the so-called "most powerful general in America" ​​who loved to show off, brag, and often dressed as a woman when he was young, he was a general after all; he came from a military family, had fought in World War I, and traveled around the world. At the very least, his vision and battlefield sense were basically online.

Otherwise, he would not have shouted slogans to let the soldiers attack the veterans, but did not go up himself, but watched the battle from the flank with the most powerful tank! A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. This is a wise man.

So, unlike those foolish nobles, and unlike Patton and Eisenhower who were caught in the middle of the situation, MacArthur was quick to detect something unusual, even though he couldn't see clearly what was happening. Something was wrong, absolutely wrong.

The shouts, the gunshots, the timing of the attack, the direction of the fire... everything was weird.

No, I feel uneasy and cannot stay here any longer. Thinking of this, MacArthur smiled at his men with a casual look:

"Oh, it seems that the boys have won the final victory. There is no need for me to stay here any longer. You guard the bridge and report back to me the news of victory." After giving such an order, he left his aide-de-camp to supervise, and then rode away with the guards.

What Marshal Mai didn't know was that his thinking, "If something goes wrong, it's useless to keep it, and if nothing goes wrong, it's useless to keep it," saved him from embarrassment and even death. Because, in secret, there was actually a humanoid killing machine pointed at his dog head, waiting for an order:

"Commander, are you really going to let him go?"

"Such a useless little guy, let him live for a while... There's no rush to kill him... By the way, where is Chuntian?"

...

On the other side, Springfield left one-fifth of the veterans behind to guard the prisoners, and led the other veterans, who were already blood-thirsty, to continue moving towards the White House.

On the way, Haruta and the reunited UMP9 rushed to the front. On the surface, they seemed silent, but in fact they were frantically exchanging information through the cloud map: "...I see, I understand...So, what do you mean, Commander?"

"According to his original idea, he might as well just burn down the White House and hang the president..."

".."

Haruta's expression tightened.

Even a humanoid like her who didn't know much about politics understood that if things really came to that, all the veterans would probably die; she didn't want to see that scene.

"However, he just said it, as if he didn't mean it seriously..." "So what exactly does he want to do now?"

"Hmm... let me think... welcome freedom and no taxes, fifty Americas are the real America, or don't let the Communist Party come to power and start a second Civil War... if that doesn't work, then let nature provide for human beings... something like that..."

“…”

Let’s not talk about the first few, what is the last one? Chuntian was confused.

Apparently, the same goes for UMP9:

"...Oh, I don't quite understand. Anyway, I'm the commander's humanoid, so I just have to follow orders..."

"So what are the orders?"

"Yes...ah, we're almost at the bridge!"

".…"

The two men stopped communicating and looked up. The night vision system was activated, and they could clearly see the sandbags, soldiers, several heavy machine guns at the bridgehead of the 11th Street Bridge, and 6 tanks in the distance.

"这个坦克...是M1917型吧?4.881.71-2.14m.….4台雌性，2台雄性，0.30口径重机枪倒没什么，那个37毫米M1916火炮倒是稍稍有些麻烦.…."

"The commander has ordered us to immediately defeat the enemy in front of us and reunite with him at the White House."

"Understood!"

Chuntian's eyes flashed with excitement. She stretched out her hand suddenly, and the team of veterans behind her stopped in unison. Then, she gently raised her rifle and fired from a distance of hundreds of meters, almost in sync with the attack in the distance.

When they found out that five machine gunners were killed one after another and anyone who dared to show even a little bit of their body would be shot, the morale of the defenders at the bridgehead completely collapsed and they all fled in panic.

At this time, Springfield returned the rifle, with smoking still coming out of the muzzle, to the "ammunition man" and waved his hand:

"Let's go! Let's go to the White House and settle accounts with Mr. President!"

In the words of the commander, as relayed by the agent:

"Invade the White House and take over Hoover's job!"

Seeing their commander so brave, the crowd cheered a few times and rushed forward. Soon after crossing the bridge, they saw the six tanks and were startled. They were about to crawl down when they saw Ms. Springfield and the strange tea-haired lady still striding forward without any concern. So they gritted their teeth and continued to walk.

It wasn't until they passed the tanks that they were shocked to discover that the six tanks were littered with corpses, with 12 crew members killed in the cabin by grenades. On the chassis of a tank that had flipped over for some reason, someone had painted large white characters:

"surprise! mother fucker! eat my dick! "

Looking at the signal in the cloud map that was rapidly heading towards the White House, Haruta's mouth twitched. "..."

After crossing the bridge, the crowd headed towards the White House with a clear goal.

The sounds of gunfire, explosions, and cries of killing had driven most residents back to their homes, watching from their windows in horror as the murderous veterans marched down Constitution Avenue toward the White House. White House security remained unaware, believing it was just another "lawn protest" by the veterans.

It was not until they saw that the newcomers were armed with weapons and many were covered in blood that they realized something was seriously wrong.

However, before they could react, gunshots rang out. Several unlucky guys who were leaning towards the front were hit and died or fell to the ground wailing. The others immediately fled. Come on, we're just ordinary security guards. At most, we have a baton or a small pistol. Fighting with so many regular soldiers is simply embarrassing!

(They didn't know that MacArthur was suppressing the veterans, and they thought that a certain unit had rebelled.) The White House belongs to the country, and your life belongs to yourself!

You can't expect much loyalty from a group of security guards whose monthly wages were barely enough to support their families during the Great Depression. Once they got here, there was no turning back.

Thousands of people rushed into the White House, dispersed under the command of Miss Spring and other veterans who had been officers, and instinctively occupied all key positions; as for Springfield himself, he ordered everyone not to follow him, rushed to the presidential office alone, walked straight in, and then closed the door tightly.

A familiar yet unfamiliar man slumped in the presidential chair, his feet propped up on the table. He was holding the black phone and pretending to make a call: "Hello, hello, hello! Connect me to the nuclear response force! Launch 200 nuclear bombs each at London and Paris right now!"

"What? You don't have nuclear bombs! What about hydrogen bombs? You must have neutron bombs, right?!"

"Oh my! You don't have this or that! What on earth do you do for a living?"

"You're not listening, are you? If you don't, I'll send tanks to blow every one of you up into the sky!"

"loyalty!"

".…."

This scene left Chuntian speechless for a moment. After a few seconds, he held back his tears and rushed forward silently, fiercely hugging the man's head in his arms.