1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Facing over a thousand armed soldiers who could easily tear them apart, the villagers didn't act foolishly. Soon, seventy or eighty men obediently laid down their weapons and gathered at the gate, awaiting their fate. The women on the fence covered their own and their children's mouths as they watched them. Some even closed their eyes, afraid to look, and only sobbed softly.

Then, Fujiwara no Kanezane issued his first order:

"All of you, spread out! And lie down on the ground! You can even lie on the ground!"

"Alright! Brigade Commander Wang! A group of people, come here! Put your guns next to them!" "Oh no! No! This gun is a Japanese gun! Idiot! A Chinese gun! We need a Chinese gun!" "Baga! That's a Type 38 rifle, not a Liao-13!"

"Nakamura! Bring up all the pig blood, chicken blood, and other things you prepared!"

"Very good! Great! Hey! Don't move the fucking toy! If you move again, I'll beat you to death!" "Why the hell are you opening your eyes! Close your dog eyes!"

"Hey there! Put your claws away!"

"Nakamura! Pull that old man in gray clothes next to you away! He doesn't look like it!" "Who told you to apply it so evenly?!"

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Under the personal guidance of Fujiwara no Kanezane and the personal supervision of Chen Kang and others, the confused Chinese soldiers, Japanese soldiers and Chinese farmers carried out the orders in a disorderly manner.

A group of villagers were forced into various positions, some lying, some sprawled, some sitting, scattered around the village gate. Guns and ammunition were scattered around them, and their bodies were covered in pig and chicken blood, making them look miserable. Then, everyone stared in amazement as Fujiwara Kanezane, holding his camera, continuously clicked away, snapping photos from every angle, even looking unsatisfied and somewhat dissatisfied.

"Oh, these old cameras...if I had them before..."

After all, he had taken private photos for some pretty young ladies for free before; his photography skills were not at the highest level, but at least they were quite good. At least those young ladies said they were very good and they were all very popular.

It must be said that this group of people in front of him were still too simple-minded. Even Chen P, who was always quick-witted, didn't quite understand. He asked doubtfully: "Your Highness, what are you doing..."

“It’s a pose!”

Teacher Ma proudly showed Chen Ying his "masterpiece":

"Look, doesn't this perfectly demonstrate the results of our bandit suppression efforts?"

After a little processing, aging, and color change, a set of photos of "a certain squad of the 4th Division and the 386th Brigade of Manchukuo fought bravely and wiped out countless enemies" should be able to be produced.

Well, let's try it out on a small scale first to see how the disciples accept it and how well they learn. "..."

To be honest, Chen Ying was stunned.

Although he thought he was quite clever, he wasn't quite this clever. And... could he still do this?

Isn't this just fooling your superiors?

Oh, that's right, Fujiwara no Kanezane himself was the "bandit suppression commander-in-chief," in other words, the "superior." So... does this count as "the superior himself demonstrating how to fool his superiors"?

Of course, as a patriotic Chinese, Chen Geng had no objection to this;

Otherwise, would they let this group of extremely elite Japanese soldiers and the 386th Brigade, which they had painstakingly trained, really go and suppress the "bandits"? "Remember, I will only teach you this once!"

"From now on, except for real bandits, do the same!"

230 Why would you come to the Fourth Division if you don't know how to do business?

Chen Qi and other Chinese "simple old men" seemed a little unacceptable to Fujiwara Kanezane's tactics, and the Japanese soldiers of the 4th Division were even more confused. Nakamura Masakazu hesitated for a long time before cautiously asking:

"Your Highness, wouldn't this be a bit..."

"What's that?"

"Uh..."

Recalling the time when he was beaten by Osaka police and rescued by His Highness, Nakamura Masami's eyes became serious: "No, Your Highness, we will obey your orders until our death!"

"idiot."

Fujiwara Kanemi patted the guy on the back of his head and cursed him with a smile, then summoned all the members of the Japanese team and asked:

"My brothers, I've asked you before, and I'll ask you again this time: why did you leave your families behind and take a ship from Japan to faraway Northeast China?"

Compared to the last time, when the focus was on "fighting", this time, everyone's answers were relatively "unified";

Some said they didn’t know;

Some say it was following orders from their superiors;

Some say it was for His Highness Kanezane;

Some say it is to earn money to support the family;

Some said they wanted to acquire a piece of fertile land in Northeast China that they could farm for their families...

Anyway, no one said it was "for the sake of His Majesty the Emperor and the Empire of Japan", and it had nothing to do with such nonsense as "fighting with the Chinese".

Well, as expected of the idiots of the 4th Division, they accepted it so quickly.

This will make it better... no, it will guide them onto the right path.

"Well, I can see that you all...are quite thoughtful, just like me."

Although the Japanese soldiers did not understand Fujiwara Kanezane's joke, they could not help but laugh when they saw him laughing. Then they heard him ask:

"You left your families behind and came to China. You certainly don't want to die, right?"

"Your Highness! We are not afraid of death!"

"Baga! I didn't ask you if you were afraid of death, I asked you if you wanted to die."

"Uh..."

Obviously, no one wants to die.

If it were the Second Division or the Imperial Guards Division, some might have cried out "die with honor" or something like that; but the Fourth Division, a bunch of smart people who really knew how to fight and understand warfare, generally wouldn't do that. "Look, you all don't want to die, and I don't want to die either. It's human nature," Fujiwara Kanezane spread his hands.

"I've said it before, I never intended to let you waste your lives in a boring war to achieve my own achievements..."

"..."

All the soldiers felt warmed in their hearts when they heard this.

Although they were not unwilling to die for Fujiwara no Kanezane, who would want to die if they could live?

"So, from now on, when we face the situation in Northeast China, we have to do this. We are all human beings, why do we have to fight and kill each other?" Fujiwara Kanematsu hooked his finger at the Chinese people who were still staying where they were, maintaining their original posture and not daring to move easily:

"There's no need to clash with them. Don't clash with them. As long as things don't get out of hand, just get by. Fighting will only kill people!"

The soldiers nodded and agreed deeply.

Before coming to the Northeast, His Highness made a speech, claiming that they came to the Northeast to make money, not to fight, and everyone fully agreed with this; but no one expected that even for such an important matter as suppressing bandits, His Highness would allow them to use this method to fool their superiors.

I'm happy, but won't this affect my money-making plans... or rather... the overall situation in Northeast China? Someone raised this question, but Fujiwara Kanezane confidently snapped his fingers:

"Don't worry, they absolutely won't. If you show even the slightest favor to the Chinese people, they'll be grateful and help us make money. They won't cause trouble."

"Watch this! When you get back, tell the brothers in each regiment about this. See how I operate and learn from me. Don't just think about looting and killing. That's for roughnecks." He walked towards Chen Kang and the group of farmers, calling them all over. He then ordered his men to place a pile of canned food, grain, clothing, and other supplies on the ground. He then issued a new order: "Find a family, preferably three with children, and have them change into these clothes. We'll take a picture..."

“..."

Soon, the family of three who had not participated in the photo shoot were picked out, put on new clothes, and cooperated with Fujiwara Kanezane to take a propaganda photo of "The Imperial Japanese Army and the Northeast Residents are one family"; there was no way, since he proposed the concept of "Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere", the propaganda department in Japan quickly responded and was working overtime to produce various propaganda materials.

So, instead of letting other Japanese people do this and cause trouble (like taking photos and then killing people, as is often the case in history), it would be better for him to take the lead. Seeing that the "propaganda materials" had been almost finished, Fujiwara nods to everyone:

"Thank you for your cooperation with our 4th Division and 386th Brigade. You've worked so hard. This is the reward from the entire village...ah, it's meant to be a gift to you...There will be many similar tasks in the future, and I hope for your continued support."

. ...

Chen P's poker face almost snapped. Work?

Is this the way the 386th Brigade will perform in the future? Oh, and the 4th Division as well?

That's fine.

After hearing what Fujiwara no Kanezane said, the villagers looked at each other. No one dared to take the things. After being urged several times, an old man finally asked cautiously, "Sir... Sir, are these really for us?"

"Nonsense, otherwise it would look good if we brought them here? Oh, by the way, the clothes are also for you, everyone gets one."

Is this really a gift for us?

After understanding the meaning, the family of three, who had already put on new clothes, were immediately ecstatic!

This is not the later era where a man with a 38 yuan dowry cannot get his hands on a prostitute. In the Republic of China, even in the relatively wealthy Northeast, clothes were not cheap. It was not uncommon to exchange a few sets of good clothes for a virgin girl who had never been touched by anyone.

So, after all that blood was splashed on us, the most uncomfortable thing for everyone was not the fishy smell or anything like that, but the discomfort of having to wash their clothes after getting them dirty. Because the more frequently you wash, the more frequently your clothes get damaged!

I didn’t expect that the other party would actually compensate me with new clothes!!

Now, everyone was sure that these soldiers had no ill intentions, and the atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed. The village chief called all the villagers out and led them to kowtow to Fujiwara no Kanezane.

The latter resisted the urge to pull out his gun, shoot it into the air, and yell "No kneeling" three times. Instead, he asked gently, "By the way, old man, how do you make money in your village?"

"Yes, yes, yes... Commander is right..."

"Ah Xi... What I'm asking is, how do you support the villagers in your village? Farming, hunting, or working?"

The village chief finally understood and quickly introduced:

"Some people farm, but not many. They mainly hunt. If a landlord or a leader recruits them, they will do it..." "There are also landlords?"

"Uh... Sir, of course... of course there are landlords..."

"..Okay, I get it. Let's do some business with you." "Business?"

"Is there anyone in your village who is smart and good at keeping accounts?" "Yes, yes, yes... I am who I am..."

OK...Nakamura! Come here!" "Hi!"

Nakamura Masakazu immediately trotted over to Fujiwara Kanezane and asked, "Your Highness?"

"I remember your family gave me a wild rabbit. Was it hunted by your parents themselves?" "Yes, Your Highness, on your mountain..."

"Okay, okay, I don't care about these details. I'll give you three months. You must learn Northeastern Chinese. At least you must be able to speak and understand it. I have a task for you." "Ah? Hi! Got it! Your Highness!"

After Nakamura Masakazu was dealt with, Fujiwara Kanezane looked at Chen Ying and the village chief, and said it once in Chinese, and then again in Japanese:

"Remember this. 1. We'll purchase furs and game from you at market prices. You'll discuss the specific products, prices, and methods with Brigade Commander Wang and Captain Nakamura..." "Nakamura! From now on, you'll be the captain of the Osaka Division Chamber of Commerce's Lijia Village Purchasing and Sales Team... Damn it, Nakamura, learn to speak Chinese soon! It's such a hassle!"

"Hey! Smithson!"

After casually giving Nakamura Masakazu a title and scolding him a few times, Fujiwara Kanezane continued to give orders:

"2. We'll be building several food and clothing factories later, which will require a large workforce. You can send people over to work here, and the specific price will be negotiated with them..." "3. We plan to organize people to reclaim wasteland, and we'll pay them in land. A portion of the land we reclaim will be given to you for permanent farming, free of charge..."

The village chief had no objection to the previous words, but when he got to this point, he imitated the soldiers and raised his hand cautiously: "Sir, the land around here all belongs to the Xie family..."

"Hehehe...Old Xie family?"

Mark sneered;

"From today on, there will be no more Xie families, Niu families, or Zhang families in Northeast China!" "I have the final say on who gets to farm all the land!"

231 Rectify military discipline! Develop the economy! Fight the local tyrants! Divide the land!

Leaving behind a large pile of supplies, Mark led the 4th Division team and most of the 386th Brigade to leave the village near Shenyang in the eyes of the villagers who were grateful and obedient. At this time, it was already afternoon and approaching evening. As it was unsafe to march at night, after walking for a while, the troops set up camp outside.

As Mark expected, Chen Ying came over soon and asked to meet "His Highness".

So, Mark immediately turned back into "Your Highness Comrade":

"Want to discuss the day?"

"Yes."

Looking at Fujiwara Kanezane, a decadent capitalist, lazily lying on the lap of a busty maid kneeling on a cushion, being fed apple chunks, Chen Li couldn't help but twitch his lips. "I want to ask, what was your plan for telling the villagers that day?"

"Huh? What are you planning?"

"It's just... acquisitions, factories, land reclamation... What exactly are your plans for Northeast China? What are you planning? I feel like you want to try something new.

“Oh? You figured it out?”

Mark was now intrigued. He climbed up from the alchemist's lap and casually stuffed a half-eaten apple into Chen Ying's mouth. He asked, "Come on, come on, tell me what you think. I've always wanted to hear your opinions on this era."

“…”

What do you mean by "your era"? It sounds like you are not from this era.

However, having said that, this person before him, and even all the members of the World Revolutionary Party that the CCP had met, all had a sense of alienation and peculiarity that did not belong to this era. Chen Ying thought about what he was going to say, and slowly spoke while eating an apple:

"First, it seems you want to establish the image of the Japanese army, minimizing casualties from civilian resistance while also reducing the likelihood of Japanese soldiers causing harm to the local area..." Mark remained noncommittal.

This is easy to see and nothing surprising.

He "tricked" the Japanese army into saying, "We want to make money, we want to establish the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere, so we can't do this or that." This was the "absolute political correctness" he intended to establish at the top of the Japanese military (including the pioneer groups and immigrants);

Although it is impossible to completely prevent some tragedies from happening, it is still much better than not emphasizing, not promoting, and not restricting. If I don't say anything, and you make a mistake, there are still people who can speak up for you and help you get away with it.