1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

"Commander!!" "Wuwuwuwu..."

"Commander! I've been looking for you for a long time!" "Woo woo woo woo!"

"Commander, why aren't you talking?" "Wuwuwuwuwuwu!"

"Oh, sorry!"

Haruta quickly let go of his commander, thus avoiding a near-murder.

Mark breathed a long sigh of relief and waved his hand to stop Springfield from trying to pounce on him again:

Okay, okay, we should have just informed each other of your situation and our situation. We can talk later if we have anything to say. The problem now is how to deal with the current situation and this guy.

Haruta looked with disgust at the unconscious, blindfolded, gagged, and tied up President of the United States, thrown into a corner and guarded by an alchemist, and asked Mark for instructions:

"Please give the order."

"No, let me hear your thoughts first!"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Haruta's face.

"I never treat you as machines... You have the right to refuse any unreasonable request of mine at any time..." Sure enough, this is my commander.

"Commander, my idea was very simple at first. I just didn't want these poor veterans to suffer, so I hoped to protect them." Since I have already led everyone to resist, I might as well resist to the end. At the very least, I can't abandon these people - this is Chuntian's idea.

But she added:

"Of course, everything is subject to your will and purpose, Commander." "Is that so..."

Mark tilted his head and thought for a while, then snapped his fingers:

"I understand. In that case, let's make things bigger. Springfield, you might stay in the United States for a long time!"

"..."

Feeling the remaining warmth on his lips, Chuntian's slightly flushed face returned to normal. He grabbed the feet and dragged the poor President out of the office.

"Miss Spring!" "Ms. Spring!" "Commander!"

The people waiting outside saluted and greeted Miss Springfield, looking in surprise at the middle-aged man she was dragging. "This is President Hoover we're looking for, the man who ordered the suppression of us."

There was silence.

When they were being suppressed, in addition to fear, what everyone felt most was resentment towards the person who issued the order to suppress them, so they followed Miss Springfield in resisting and fought all the way to the White House; however, such an incredibly smooth success made everyone feel a little at a loss and even became afraid again.

What next?

"My brothers and sisters, at this point, we have no way out. We must not lay down our weapons and stop resisting!" Seeing everyone's hesitation, Chuntian said in a deep voice:

"If we can't get the US government to give us adequate compensation, if we can't get what we need to protect ourselves, if we can't make them surrender to us, then we and our entire family will have no choice but to die!"

These words shocked the old soldiers. Thinking of their relatives and friends who died tragically in the suppression, their originally wavering hearts became firm again.

yes!

At this point, what else can we do? Fight to the end!

At worst, we can have another world war! Long live life!

Long live freedom!

At dawn, a well-dressed middle-aged man, one of the most powerful rulers in the world, was hung on the flagpole at the top of the White House.

162 Old soldiers never die, they just fade away. Blame it on Hoover!

The next morning, all of Washington was blown up.

why?

Not only because of the riot that lasted all night yesterday, but also because a reporter photographed their head of state, President Hoover, being hung from the flagpole on the top floor of the White House!

Although the President should still be alive judging from the fact that his body was still slightly twisting and someone was feeding him water, his condition was obviously not very good.

The White House...was actually occupied...

Now, no one cared about the Olympics, finance, the Great Depression, or any other trivial matters. They all flocked to the White House to watch, or ran to the veterans' camp to check out the "results of the battle." The veterans vigilantly patrolled the inner and outer walls of the camp, preventing curious people from entering, but they did not commit any violent acts and appeared to be very orderly.

Now, ordinary people are no longer afraid of them. Instead, more and more people are starting to discuss this matter with excitement, worry, or joy.

Among them, the majority are those who gloat over other people's misfortune.

After all, the reputation of our great American President Hoover is indeed a little bit not very good.

The main reason is actually the Great Depression that occurred during his term and has continued to this day.

While fundamentally, this wasn't Hoover's fault (at least not entirely), but rather the deep-seated economic problems of capitalism, how could ordinary people understand that? Furthermore, President Hoover's policies in addressing the Great Depression were hardly forceful or proactive—who had he always believed in "survival of the fittest"?

Therefore, this guy is called "the dumbest president in the United States";

Of course, in a few decades, the American people will realize that they were too quick to judge.

As more and more reporters and people gathered outside the White House, Mark, who was observing all this, nodded to the agent, who immediately sent a signal.

Soon, at the veterans' camp three kilometers away, the tactical humanoid UMP9—"Miss Spring's loyal comrade, Miss Umipu"—gave the assembled veterans and their families the order: "Move!"

Soon, nearby residents and reporters were astonished to see hundreds of young American soldiers, escorted by armed veterans, dejectedly appearing on the streets and bridges. Oh, and by the way, walking in front were Eisenhower, with his head bandaged, Mr. Patton, who had a limp, and several other surviving, high-ranking officers.

Not only were these people stripped naked, leaving only their underwear, but a piece of torn cardboard was hung around their necks with a large slogan written on it:

"Shameless murderer!"

"Suppress the hero's bastard!"

"Child killer!" What...what's going on?

At this time, most civilians were still unaware that the veterans had been suppressed by the army, and only a small number of people were aware of what had happened. Could it be that...

Sure enough, following closely behind this group of soldiers were the veterans and their families who remained in the camp.

These people were dressed in rags, their faces were haggard, and many of them were injured. They looked very miserable and did not look like "heroes" at all.

However, everyone's faces immediately turned extremely serious. The men took off their hats and saluted, and some sensitive women even covered their mouths and cried softly. Because, at the forefront were dozens of women holding the bodies of dead children and even babies, and veterans dragging the remains of their comrades!

And more than half of these veterans were missing an arm, a leg, an eye, or a piece of flesh!

Many people in Washington instinctively sympathized with the veterans, but seeing this scene, how could they not break down and tear up?! Reporters frantically snapped photos, while some articulate veterans and their families explained what had happened last night:

The military marched in and slaughtered veterans en masse, the veterans forced into the river rose up in resistance, successfully defeated the army, occupied the White House, and captured the president... Every single moment was a sensation, and reporters' pens were blazing with venom, only to be extinguished by their tears. This was a story so devastating it needed to be shared with the entire nation!

However, soon everyone realized that they didn't have to go through the trouble of organizing the situation and writing the news.

Because someone had delivered an emotionally charged, detailed, tear-jerking, and infuriating article to major newspapers; one line in the article moved everyone who read it to tears:

The veteran is not dead, but withered.

A few decades or even centuries ago, news from Washington might have taken months to reach major cities across the country. But now, what news outlet doesn't have telephones or radio? Before noon, nearly every major city in the country knew what had happened in Washington. Shocked and speechless, they spread the news even further. Consequently, the entire country was in complete chaos, and even those capable of stopping the veterans or engaging in dialogue with them were nowhere to be found.

why?

Because the first American law that stipulates "what to do if the president is suddenly unable to perform his duties" - the Presidential Succession Act - would not be enacted until 1947! No one thought that the White House would be captured... Oh, actually, that's not true. The British and Canadian forces did this in 1814, but they were foreign enemy forces and the president had already fled! By the way, it was because of this incident that the White House was forced to be painted white to cover up the traces of being burned by the British and Canadian forces, so it was later called the "White House".

Now, the veterans of our own country took down the first building in our country's capital and hung our own president on the flagpole to fly a kite. What is going on? Everyone is stunned, completely stunned.

The noble Vice President Charles Curtis wanted to step forward and take charge of the situation, but as for the American Vice President, everyone knows - no one paid any attention to him.

First, how should the veterans' actions be characterized? Rebellion?

The President and Congress have never called this an insurrection. A people's march?

March...then...then march! Free America!

robbery?

The veterans simply occupied the White House, but according to reporters, they didn't loot it at all, they just stayed there and waited. So...

"This is a shameless rebellion! We must send a massive... military force to suppress it!"

When the distinguished congressmen urgently gathered at a manor more than 20 kilometers away from Washington, and called the other party who was in charge of handling the matter to ask questions,

The other party said so.

Yes, the person involved is our little cutie Mai Dashuai.

At this moment, he was incredibly grateful for his keen battlefield sense. Based on current intelligence analysis, if he had been a step later, he might have suffered the same fate as the President. Shocked, angry, and grateful, he could only express his position in the manor and try to get back at his enemies:

"It must be suppressed! It must be suppressed!" "Okay! Mr. MacArthur!" - a congressman waved his hand impatiently:

"Now tell me, how do you suppress them? Didn't you go to suppress them yesterday? In the end, they still broke into the White House!" "Uh..."

When these words were hurled at him, even MacArthur, who was known for his thick skin, felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

The suppressors were counter-suppressed and even captured a large number of prisoners. Their own base camp was captured. This incident caused... cough cough cough...

"This is my fault. I shouldn't have left the scene a little early when I saw victory was in sight." MacArthur first admitted his "insignificant" mistake, and then changed the subject:

“But in fact, when I was there, the situation was completely under control! So…” “So the White House was taken down?”

"Well...actually, we've done a pretty good job suppressing it..."

"So Mr. President was captured?"

Could you please not mention the damn White House!

And that damned Hoover, whose head was hit by Susan Boyle's rolling pin! "All right, you two."

An older councillor stepped in to stop the pointless bickering:

"We can suppress them, but what about the White House? We can't just send in another army and bomb the White House, right? Besides, even the new troops might not be able to defeat them."

“…”

The whole audience fell silent again. Even MacArthur didn't refute him. The veterans' record was there. There was no point in arguing. How dare you say you could defeat them?

Okay, okay, since you are so brave and good at fighting, why don’t you lead the soldiers to charge again! Let me say it again, Marshal Mai is not stupid.

You have never fought against the unarmed with weapons before, but now they are occupying the advantageous terrain of the White House with guns, and you can't use heavy artillery, tanks and planes. Are you going to use human lives to pay for it? Moreover, if you destroy the White House, the shame will only be greater.

Just when everyone was at their wit's end, a servant knocked on the door and whispered something in the ear of a councillor, who sighed deeply: "Okay, gentlemen, now, completely abandon the idea of ​​suppression! They..."

When they learned that the veterans paraded through Washington, D.C., carrying the bodies of their children and comrades and kneeling at the Washington and Lincoln monuments, weeping and denouncing the shamelessness and meanness of the current U.S. government, everyone understood: If they didn't want another civil war in the United States, there was only one way left: negotiation!

Damn it, if the military hadn't killed so many people, we wouldn't be in such a passive position! Someone must be held accountable for this!!!

Everyone looked at yesterday's commander, MacArthur, who was stunned for two seconds and immediately screamed like a woman: "No! That was President Hoover's order!"

"It was the president who killed someone! Not me!!"

"It's all Hoover's fault! It's all Hoover's fault!"

163 The Great Victory of the Veterans

After the grand strategy of "It's all Hoover, blame Hoover" was formulated, the unfortunate Vice President Charles Curtis was collectively elected to negotiate with the veterans. Obviously, this was a dangerous and difficult task with an uncertain future, no success if done well, and a bad outcome if done poorly.

So why poor Mr. Curtis?

Because this guy has no background (abandoned by his father before he was born) and his bloodline is not of good origin (his mother is one-quarter Native American), even if the veterans do something to him, it won't cause any major unrest, right? Haha, forget about fairness or unfairness. The fact that this guy can be Vice President already proves the greatness of the United States.

We can't let an "old American star and stripes" like Marshal McIlroy go on stage, right?

Who made Mai Ama suffer all the hardships that his descendants would have to endure in their next life before entering the customs? (dog head)

So, the Vice President, who was secretly glad that he didn't stay with the President to watch the fireworks at the White House yesterday, had to leave with a sad face. Don't want to go?

can.

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As Curtis squeezed through the crowd and tremblingly approached the veterans standing guard at the White House entrance, he was surprised to find that the reporters had already gone in and seemed to have been interviewing them for a long time. "...So, you've really just been asking for that pitiful compensation?"

"Yes, sir."

A veteran who was chosen as a "press spokesperson" said sadly:

"I believe all the residents of Washington can see that in the more than one month since we came here, we have done our best to restrain everyone, even helping the police to fight crime and peacefully trying to have a dialogue with the government..." After some discussion, everyone unanimously decided to hide the real leader "Miss Spring" first, to prevent the government from being desperate and sending someone to assassinate her.

After last night's round, none of the veterans present anymore believed in the bottom line and moral integrity of the US government.

Next time, if you need to ask the government bastards for something, talk to them with the barrel of a gun in your hand! (This is how history works) "...In the end, we did nothing, but were suppressed so brutally!"

Thinking of his nephew who died in the conflict last night, the veteran's eyes were filled with tears and his voice was choked with sobs:

"We didn't even think of resisting at first! We just kept running away! It wasn't until our juniors forced us into the water and we were about to drown that we finally fought back. 'God bless the heroes! Although many of us died, we miraculously defeated them. Otherwise, you would never know what happened last night...'"

exaggerate?

This is not called exaggeration, this is called "appropriate rhetoric."

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