1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Four figures rushed in four directions like lightning.

The cold light of the dagger flashed repeatedly. Before the first few people felt the pain in their necks, the next few people had their necks cut, and then they set off one column of blood after another that shot up into the sky!

If the Red Army soldiers who had fought with UMP45 were present, they would have deeply understood that Comrade Ma Shiwu had been playing a joke on them.

This is the true state of the killing weapon!!!

In less than 30 seconds, the throats of more than 100 people present were cut.

During this period, let alone drawing a gun to fight, only one person had time to let out a scream.

"40, you made a mistake."

"Hey hey hey... there's nothing I can do!"

UMP40 swung the blood-stained dagger, dodging several splattered blood columns, and tilted her head, grinning like a little fox:

"You know, I'm not good at fighting." "... Never mind. It won't affect the overall situation anyway."

The only living human being present was the stunned Xie Wendong. He looked at the wriggling human bodies on the ground, his mind still unable to react to what had just happened.

If humans in the 1970s or 1980s had sufficient knowledge of the combat capabilities of military T-dolls, they would definitely not be caught off guard and die so easily.

But unfortunately, it was the 1930s, and even the concept of "robot" had only been proposed for a dozen years. Who could have imagined the existence of such a thing as a tactical humanoid?

"Okay, Xie Wendong..."

Xie Wendong shuddered, tumbling down from the expensive wooden chair, and fell to his knees with a thud, banging his head hard on the floor. His lips and voice trembled, and he even used the term used twenty or thirty years ago:

“Big…big big big people people people people people…people…”

His brain had already shut down, and he had no idea how to describe what he had seen and heard today. The only fear he had once again felt when he heard that the agent had killed a tiger with one punch and saw with his own eyes that the agent had crushed the barrel of a gun with his two fingers came to his mind.

Time may fade many memories, but with just a little trigger, these memories will be revived and magnified dozens or hundreds of times greater than in the past.

Smelling the stench of blood and urine in the air, the agent frowned: "Xie Wendong, my master is very dissatisfied with you. Let me tell you a few words..."

Xie Wendong trembled even more violently, not even daring to ask questions or make excuses.

"He originally thought you could gather at least 100,000 people, but what happened? Now there are only 60,000 or 70,000..."

what?

Instead of investigating my ulterior motives, you care about this? "I..."

"...If you could gather more people, the future bandit suppression work in Northeast China would be much easier, and public security would be much better. Now, because you're not doing your job well, he has to divert people to deal with this time-consuming, labor-intensive, and unprofitable mess..."

Why?

What does that mean? Wait!

Could it be that the troops outside Tulong Mountain... "...So, die as a token of your guilt!"

Xie Wendong raised his head in confusion, fear, and a hint of enlightenment, and a dagger shot out, piercing straight into his big mouth, passing through the back of his head, and nailing him to the ground.

The dignified "Northeastern Bandit King" died silently under his own "throne", and the face of his killer showed no emotion at all:

"Alright, 40, you come with me and take back a small number of innocent people. 416, you two, prepare to detonate the explosives and signal the commander."

"good!"

"Ah."

More than ten minutes later, a violent explosion occurred in the "Central Village" of Tulong Mountain. The fireworks shot up into the sky, lighting up the entire night sky and shocking people within a radius of dozens of miles.

In the slightly warm night breeze, Fujiwara Kanezane took a sip of hot tea and calmly ordered the generals beside him, including Doihara and Chen Geng:

"Okay, the signal is here, we can start fighting."

When they are together, they are a pile of shit; when they are apart, they are scattered all over the sky. This is the most appropriate way to describe Xie Wendong and his gang of scum and waste.

But it’s always easier to clean up the “shit” that’s gathered together than the “shit” that’s scattered everywhere, isn’t it?

Whatever, a harvest of 60,000 or 70,000 people is not too small. One should be content with what they have. "Your Highness has an order! Blast him for the middle of the night first!"

"Your Highness has issued an order! Anyone holding a weapon and refusing to kneel will be killed without mercy!"

"Your Highness has ordered! We must ensure the coordination of infantry, artillery, and air-to-ground forces!"

"Your Highness has issued an order! All units should encircle the Tulongshan area according to the plan. There is no need to rush into a general attack!"

"Your Highness has ordered! The northern and southern artillery positions are to move two miles to the left... Huh? Is this an order from Your Highness?"

On February 14, 1933, the Japanese Osaka Division, the Independent Garrison, the 129th Division of the Republic of China Army, the Harbin Armed Police Battalion, and other units, under the guise of "suppressing the Northeast National Salvation and Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army" and "field training," successively approached the Yilan-Tulongshan area and, under cover of darkness, launched a sudden attack on Xie Wendong's bandit group.

With the general command destroyed and many bandit leaders and veterans, including Xie Wendong, dead, the bandits were leaderless and quickly retreated under heavy artillery fire, their living space gradually being squeezed out.

However, the peripheral troops did not rush into the mountains. Instead, the 129th Division "defeated" Ma Zhanshan's troops who were fighting the bandits, and then, as ordered, stationed at the defense zone and mountain pass, allowing the artillery and air force to unleash their might.

Within two days, bandits who were too hungry or too frightened to bear the pain kept coming out to surrender, but all they got in response were bullets and artillery fire.

His Highness said that the bandits left here are all scum who refuse to obey the king, bring disaster to the Northeast, and undermine the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Belt. Not a single one should be left alive!

The desperate bandits launched a frantic counterattack, but failed to achieve any results in front of the regular army that was ready for battle. Not only did they suffer heavy casualties, but their already limited supplies were also completely consumed.

On February 20, the army, which had been tempered in blood and fire in successive victories, began to enter the mountains in an orderly manner and launched a general offensive, easily wiping out the weak resistance of the remaining bandits who were already starving and eating people.

On February 25, the war was completely over. The anti-bandit side paid a small price of more than 100 casualties in exchange for more than 2 bandit corpses. The news shocked the whole country.

On February 26, the League of Nations adopted the Lytton Report with 42 votes in favor and 2 abstentions, rejecting the "Manchukuo". However, it subsequently adopted a resolution recognizing the "Five-Star Eastern Republic" with 38 votes in favor, 3 against, and 3 abstentions.

On February 27, Wanrong, the current emperor of the "Manchurian Empire," announced that she felt deeply guilty about not receiving international recognition and was willing to abdicate. The "Manchurian Empire" was thus dissolved.

On March 1, Shenyang International Radio announced to the world that the "Five-Star Eastern Republic" was officially established. Japan immediately recognized it. After a while, the United States also announced its recognition, followed by the Soviet Union and Germany.

Amid the Kuomintang government’s wailing, China was “divided”.

442 Springfield Entry Song

"...tsk tsk tsk tsk...it seems I'll inevitably be called 'Head of Imperialism' in the future. Considering that I'm likely to usurp Hirohito's throne, why not just call myself the Emperor..."

Fujiwara no Kanezane, who had finally "liberated" the vast Northeast from both the National Government and Japan in name, was holding a newly delivered newspaper and clicking his tongue.

Whether it was getting the League of Nations to recognize the new country or annihilating 60,000 bandits, such a big event certainly had a significant reaction around the world and all of China.

Fujiwara no Kanezane ignored the insults from the southern intellectuals and ignored the accusations and shouting from the national government. Only the reaction of the Chinese Communist Party piqued his interest.

"Resolution on Certain Issues Concerning the Lytton Report and the Pseudo "Five-Star Eastern Republic"."

In this resolution, the CCP pointed out in a resounding voice that the Lytton Report fully exposed the imperialist desire to divide China and was "the most vicious, shameless, and dishonorable document of the League of Nations."

It is "the armed occupation of Manchuria by the bandits who supported Japanese imperialism, which became a legal and permanent occupation after being recognized and embellished by the bandit group of the League of Nations";

It was "the first step in seizing the rest of China and the prelude to a further wave of aggression and division of the whole of China."

The Communist Party of China should "broadly unite all forces that can be united, expand and strengthen the anti-imperialist movement and the leadership of the proletariat in the anti-imperialist movement" and so on.

Compared with the historical "Resolution on the Report of the Lytton Commission and Strengthening the Anti-Imperialist Mass Struggle", which is full of the flavor of "armed defense of the Soviet Union" and madly dissed the "executioner Kuomintang", this resolution is slightly different.

For example, they put the blame for the failure of the diplomatic struggle squarely on the corrupt and incompetent Kuomintang government, pointing out that it was the Northeast Massacre and its internal strife rather than resistance to the Japanese that led to the current situation.

For example, there was no mention of "Japan's invasion of Northeast China in order to join other imperialist countries in fanatically waging an anti-Soviet war and suppressing the Soviet Union." Instead, there was a subtle expression of dissatisfaction with the Soviet Union's weak attitude towards Japan.

For example, while the government encouraged the people to bravely resist the invasion, it did not call on the entire nation to "boycott Japanese goods." Instead, it indirectly acknowledged Fujiwara no Kanezane's achievements in economic and livelihood development in Northeast China.

All in all, the curse is not dirty, but if you think about it carefully, it is quite dirty. At any rate, it is much better than the Kuomintang government that can only nitpick on the words in various traitorous treaties.

Hehehe, but the more indignantly you curse now, the better-looking your expression will be in the future.

Having said that, for Wu Hao and Li Desheng, who knew the truth, this report must have been quite difficult to write, right?

We need to unite our thoughts and resolutely resist the Japanese invaders, but we cannot really encourage everyone to kill me...

whee.

"Damn it, who wrote those curse words? I'm going to hang them up when the revolution is victorious."

"According to 45, it seems that Li Desheng was the chief writer."

"Oh, this is such a penetrating, incisive, flesh-and-blooded criticism, it's truly admirable..."

"Commander, you've been sliding faster and faster lately." "It's all because of your good training!"

In this casual and relaxed atmosphere of chatting, several warships escorting a huge ship appeared in sight, crossed the center of the strait, and gradually approached the dock.

Fujiwara Kanezane, dressed in a suit, raised his chin slightly and asked his agent to straighten his clothes. The others not far behind him also quickly became solemn and prepared to welcome the guests.

The new president of the United States, Springfield.

Yes, the first stop of Ms. Field, the daughter of God, the only leader of the United States and the American people, the highest totem of the Church of God, the destroyer of religion, the founder of Mark Company, and the Christian saint's global tour was actually Japan.

Some time ago, after the US government officially announced this news, there was a carnival in Japan, which regarded it as another milestone victory in diplomacy.

The greatest hero, of course, was Prince Hachimangu Kanezane, who, after a trip to America, immediately established a good personal relationship with Ms. Field and achieved countless victories.

It is also for this reason that he is the undisputed leader of the welcomers, and all the itineraries of the US President's visit to Japan are arranged by him personally.

Everyone else was extremely nervous, but he looked relaxed. He even had the leisure to read the newspaper and chat with his maid. His casual attitude made others admire him and they couldn't help but relax a lot.

Soon, the huge ship docked and Springfield, wearing a windbreaker, got off the boat and waved to the greeters with a smile. Suddenly, the sound of photos clicking and cheers became one.

Although large-scale photos of Haruta had already reached Japan, allowing the Japanese to appreciate the new president's extraordinary appearance, after seeing it with their own eyes, they all cursed the backward printing technology!

It turns out there are such beautiful people in the world!

At this moment, Fujiwara Kanezane raised his hand and the band began to play. A powerful music sounded, but it was not the American national anthem "The Star-Spangled Banner" which was just confirmed last year.

"Dang! Dad, dang, dang!"

Haruta couldn't help but roll his eyes at the prelude. The commander was playing tricks again.

Okay, then I'll cooperate.

Ms. Field, like everyone else, showed a timely look of surprise. A new song she'd never heard before?

Could it be written by a Japanese person? For Ms. Field?

Although the tune is a bit strange, it is really thoughtful.

"Young man, there's no need to feel down; "

"I said, Young man, Pick yourself off the ground; "

" said, young man, Cause you're in a new land; "

"There's no need to be unhappy.…"

For some reason, everyone's bodies started to twist and turn inexplicably. This song... is kind of... catchy...

Looking at the astonished and excited expressions of the crowd, someone was overjoyed.

Of course, it is the famous "The King of Understanding Enters the Battle" (specially revised version in 1932).

However, it will be renamed "Springfield March" in the future.

After the establishment of the Church of God, many "affiliated organizations" were established one after another. In addition to official or semi-official organizations such as Neon Genesis Evangelion and the FBI, there was also a private mutual aid organization that gained a certain scale and reputation:

"Field Friendly Brotherhood".

Since the English name is "Field Friendly Fraternity", it is abbreviated as "FFF".

This organization adheres to the teachings of Ms. Springfield, acts as a good person everywhere, acts like Lei Feng, participates in community work, and carries out social relief activities...

It is somewhat similar to what the YMCA of the United States, which was founded in 1924 in the United States, does, but they never require participants to join the church. They just want to inspire more people to do good deeds with them.

After learning about what this organization did, especially its outstanding performance in this year's summer hurricane relief operations in the Western Pacific, Springfield became interested and reported it to the commander.

Then, under someone's instruction, Springfield took time out to personally attend one of their activities, established the organization's charter, provided financial support, and changed the organization's name to "Springfield Youth Care Association."

Since it is written in English as "Spring·Field young's Care Association", its abbreviation is now "SMCA".

For this little jealousy today, someone spent a lot of money to invite several talented but unknown singers from the United States, including some black people.

Soon, the Americans present discovered that this song not only had a novel tune and an electric rhythm, but the lyrics also touched their hearts.

"It's fun to stay at the SMCA..." (It's fun to stay at the Springfield Youth Care Association) "I was once in your shoes..." (I was once in your shoes)

"I felt no man cared if I were alive..." "You can make your real dream..."

"They can start you back on good way..."

"No man does it all by himself..."

Aren't these realistic yet inspiring lyrics exactly what Americans needed during the Great Depression?

We are lost and in pain, but we have also received guidance from the Saint. Now it is our turn to help more people!

This is a song for Ms. Field, and for us Americans!