1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Having said that, Chen Kang didn't know what to say. He couldn't object anyway. Past experience proved that this gentleman was not a person who liked to brag. He basically did everything he said.

He might be playing like this because he has other plans, or even hoping that the enemy will attack him;

The vast Ulanqab before us had once witnessed this gentleman's glorious military exploits...

When Fujiwara no Kanezane led the 129th Division into Ulanqab and saw the iconic cavalry flag, the crowd immediately knelt down in fear.

They would never forget how that cavalry of just over 1000 men appeared from the western snowstorm like a divine force, crushing all resistance from the Ulanqab League in a single blow and even capturing the King of Yun!

Fortunately, this army seemed to be very busy. It stayed in the local area for less than a day to rest and then left Ulanqab with the captives and spoils of war of the Yunwang family without committing any evil (such as murder, arson, rape, etc.).

Unexpectedly, in less than half a year, this army came back with such brazen fury... No, we cannot say "came back with fury", we should say "armed parade";

Because just like the last time this army attacked Ordos, killed Prince De, and then attacked back, the nationalist troops along the way were all playing dead, and no one dared to stop them!

If you had just sent one or two battalions to Ulanqab to encourage us, we would have firmly chosen to join your government!

Some representatives of forces in Ulanqab were unaware of the changes in the situation in the south and the political considerations of the warlords. They only felt inexplicable grief and anger in their hearts, and their rebellious spirit became stronger.

This crappy central government is so damn unreliable. It would be better for them to go and join the Soviets like our brothers in Outer Mongolia.

Wait, the Soviets didn't seem to dare to mess with this damn "Five-Star Eastern Republic"?

So what to do...

In fact, according to the laws of survival on the grassland, this group of people should have knelt down at the speed of light and offered their loyalty to the strong;

Even asking for cattle, horses, and property is no problem—isn't that how things have been done for hundreds of years?

One of the rules on the grasslands is that the overlord should take everything, then snatch more cattle, horses, and women from the enemy, and then distribute them to his loyal subordinates!

It should be like this.

But unfortunately, in the last battle, Fujiwara no Kanezane showed an extremely bad attitude towards the grassland nobles. He shouted "Japan-Mongol friendship" but actually showed no mercy when attacking the masters.

To be honest, Prince Toku, who publicly supported "Manchukuo" and Fujiwara no Kanezane during his lifetime, was an ally of Prince Yun. Secretly, they all supported Japan, but they were arrested in the same way!

Never mind, maybe last time, His Highness Fujiwara was in a bad mood?

Perhaps it was because Prince Yun did something else that angered His Highness? We are all nobles, so His Highness should have some feelings for him, right?

With this idea in mind, the nobles of the Ulanqab League came to Ulanqab in person or sent representatives, intending to meet with Lord Fujiwara, who could not even be seen in the Northeast, to sound out his intentions.

It's not the fault of these old Mongolian princes and nobles for being naive and stupid; it's because they have nowhere else to go.

Going north?

Their relatives were living in even worse conditions than they were. The Russians were notorious for their greed. Going west?

There are Li Desheng's Communists there. We've beaten them before, too. We should be wary of communists more than we are of thieves. Going south?

Regardless of whether he's reliable or not, Yan Laoxi is just as ruthless and ruthless. Alas, after all, the threat from the east is still the greatest...

As long as they could get close, the biggest threat would become their own strength. Fujiwara no Kanezane, who was riding on a tall horse, looked at the people kneeling on the ground, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He was about to draw his gun, but Chen Kang, who was standing next to him, quickly grabbed him and said in a low voice, not knowing whether to laugh or cry:

"Most of the people who came this time are new recruits. If they hear gunfire, they might become overly nervous and make irrational decisions."

"Tsk..."

After hearing this, someone reluctantly gave up cosplaying as Ma Zi, coughed lightly, and ordered:

"Everyone stand up! No kneeling!" "Stand up! No kneeling!"

The soldiers roared the order down one after another, and the crowd stood up tremblingly. Then they saw Fujiwara Kanezane holding a loud speaker and shouting:

"Everyone, I'm Fujiwara Kanezane!"

The agent translated it into Mongolian.

"I came to Ulanqab this time for only three things: fairness! Fairness! And damn, fairness!"

What...what?

What is this for?

Everyone, including most of the 129th Division, was completely bewildered. What on earth was this legendary "Grassland Killer God" talking about?

The vast majority of people who have come to today's "welcoming the royal army" are at least ordinary poor people, not the lowest slaves, but they still don't understand what "fairness" means;

No, it is better to say that in the Mongolian language they use, there is no concept of "fairness" at all, and "zeihu La" is only used to describe "impartiality and honesty".

fair?

Will the master talk to you about fairness?

The nobles present were vaguely aware of something, but for these slave owners who only thought about being "superior to others", it was difficult to make them understand the meaning of "fairness".

On the contrary, they are still worried that this gentleman will not do what the old Russians in the north did in Outer Mongolia and create some kind of "public property" in Inner Mongolia!

Fujiwara no Kanezane would not reveal his identity just yet. Seeing that his men had no reaction, he waved his hand without even turning his head.

"Tian Weiyang! Tian Weiyang! Where are your people?" "Commander...!"

Tian Weiyang, former commander of the cavalry battalion of the 129th Division Special Forces Regiment and current commander of the 129th Division Cavalry Brigade, immediately stepped forward and saluted.

"Bring Yun...that thing and his son here and punish them!" "Yes!"

The "Yun" thing refers to Yunduan Wangchuk, the leader of the Ulanqab League in Suiyuan Province. He was one of the protagonists of the "Mongolian High Autonomy Movement" along with Prince De. He was captured alive by Tian Weiyang during the last thousand-mile raid.

This prince is 62 years old this year, which is considered a "death age" on the grassland. After being captured, doctor Fujiwara no Kanematsu kept him alive for today.

The last time I returned, I was in such a hurry that I was busy killing and arresting people along the way. I didn't have time to win over the people. Today, it's time for the people of Ulanqab to feel what "liberation" feels like!

As soon as he finished speaking, two soldiers dragged a disheveled old man in prison uniform, a middle-aged man, and a young man onto a makeshift wooden platform. They pressed them to the floor, grabbed their hair, and forced them to raise their faces!

Yunduan Wangchuck knelt on the ground like a grassland slave, raised his head tremblingly, and looked around with cloudy eyes, as if begging for some mercy, while his son and grandson looked even more cowardly.

At this moment, the crowd exploded! Prince Yun!

It turned out to be the once high and mighty Prince Yun!! And the little prince and the little little prince!

For the common people in Jiangxi and other places, they had experienced enough bad luck from their masters. If the other party was of lower status, they would not even get excited. But for the common people and nobles of Mongolia, it was really a new experience!

It's not a big deal to die miserably on the battlefield (like last time), but to end up like this is a complete humiliation, something no one could have imagined before!

How could this old man become like this? Even if he is Prince Yun?

On the grasslands, a king can be incompetent, cruel, eccentric and ruthless, and can kill and burn people, but he must never bring shame to himself or lose his dignity.

When the ordinary Mongolians in Ulanqab discovered that King Yun seemed to be just an ordinary old man, something seemed to collapse in their hearts.

Fujiwara Kanezane stepped on Yunduan Wangchuk's back, looking down at the crowd from above. He pressed hard, causing Prince Yun to groan miserably.

"I don't like idiots who are indecisive, I don't like greedy rats, and I don't like bastards who oppress the people!"

"And it just so happens that your Prince Yun possesses all three! Today, I'll show you what this man, who claims to be a descendant of Genghis Khan and the heir to the title of Darhan Beile personally bestowed by Emperor Shunzhi, is like in private! Bring the things up!"

A group of soldiers immediately brought several large boxes of documents to the front of the table. Fujiwara Kanezane casually pulled out one of them and read slowly:

"The kitchen accounts for Prince Yun's palace in a certain year... On March 21st, they collected 200 sheep and 50 cattle (tribute from Ulanhua Banner), and on April 15th, they collected 1,000 kilograms of milk and tofu (tribute from Dalhan Banner)... Tsk, tsk, I wonder how much blood and sweat the tribes must have been drained of..."

"Oh, by the way, the records also say that herders who fail to pay tribute will be flogged and have to sign a warrant... Let me see, um... there are at least 400 copies..."

After hearing these words, everyone was stunned. What's so strange about this?

All the princes on the grassland are like this!

Which one of them is not arrogant and extravagant, desperately asking for tribute from various tribes? If they fail to do so, they will be beaten?

Isn't it right to be beaten?

Although they thought so, this time, looking at the account book covered with reddish-brown stains in Fujiwara Kanezane's hand, everyone inexplicably felt a strange feeling in their hearts.

Seeing that no one reacted much, Fujiwara Kanezane shook his head in his heart.

As expected, I have been a slave for too long.

The CCP’s method is good, but unfortunately it takes too long.

But it doesn't matter. If both sides use methods that are similar in core but different in appearance, the effect may be better and the sequelae may be smaller.

"...In July, the various banners owed over 7% of their livestock. The prince ordered that the population be used to pay the debt... Twenty strong men and women were selected and sent to the harem as slaves, signing contracts for perpetual slavery..."

"Also, select 10-20 attractive young children from each banner to serve in the palace... Speaking of which, Prince Yun has already confessed that there are at least 30 children's corpses in his basement..."

When faced with "revelations" such as "he whipped three slaves to death for trying to escape" and "he tied the offending herdsmen behind his horse and dragged them to death," people were quite indifferent.

Compared with these heinous but common crimes on the grassland, what moved them more was the sentence "Prince Yun has confessed."

Prince?

confession?

A very niche combination of words.

So, a dignified prince is also afraid of being tortured? That's not right!

The problem is, someone actually dared to torture him!

However, the "crime" that Fujiwara no Kanezane mentioned next made it impossible for the herdsmen to ignore:

"...Hey, he claims to be the 'incarnation of Manjushri Bodhisattva,' yet he forces each banner to offer a 'Buddha Mother' every year... Oh, so young girls to be offered as tribute in his palace... In reality, they've become sex slaves for the Cloud King and his cronies... At least 47 women have committed suicide or disappeared as a result..."

As he said this, Fujiwara Kanezane kicked Prince Yun again:

"I've read your confession. Your thing hasn't been able to get hard for a long time. Did you torture those women to death with all sorts of tools?"

Prince Yun's mouth was blocked and he couldn't speak, but even if he could speak, no one would care whether his words were true or false.

The incarnation of Manjushri Bodhisattva?

Is this what we believe in?

Ha! If you don't feel ashamed, then I do!

No matter how they behave in private, no matter how cruel they are in daily life, these rulers must ultimately maintain their dignity in order to more effectively intimidate the ruled from a spiritual perspective;

Therefore, the same living Buddha tactics of Tibet, which also had a slave system, were also very popular on the grasslands. Each prince was keen to dress himself up as the reincarnation or incarnation of a certain Bodhisattva, deceiving the ignorant herders to be more obedient.

I am God, you are human, I am the master, you are the slave, so whatever I do to you is reasonable, I must endure it if I can, and I must endure it even more if I cannot.

But once someone exposes their secrets in public, once this sacredness is broken, the things that were previously taken for granted will instantly make people furious:

"...During the Suiyuan famine of 1930, our Prince Yun, in the name of 'anti-communist and anti-Japanese', imposed a 'black livestock tax' on each banner, requiring each herder household to hand over 20% of their total livestock as military rations. In reality..."

The truth is, at that time, the Japanese had not yet had time to formally invade China, and the CCP was trapped in Jiangxi, with no trace of the CCP at all - but ordinary herders knew nothing!

Therefore, these cattle and sheep were not used for military supplies at all, but were sold by King Yun to Shanxi merchants and Japanese spy agencies (such as the "Da Meng Company"), and all the silver dollars obtained in exchange fell into his own pocket.

"In 1915, the Ulanhua Banner was required to pay an annual tax of 800 sheep, but the Yun Prince's Palace actually collected 4000, with the remainder going into his private treasury... In 1928, under the pretext of 'fighting against communists and suppressing bandits,' the Yun Prince imposed an additional 'military horse' on each household, but in reality, he resold it to Shanxi merchants, generating an annual profit of over 50,000 silver yuan..."

"In 1926, 2.8 sheep were forcibly confiscated from the Siwangzi Banner, causing over a thousand households to starve to death. When herders resisted, the Yun King ordered his cavalry to trample on their tents, killing 73 people..."

"In 1927, because herders refused to give up their pastures to build Prince Yun's palace, the lama in the palace declared 'Buddha's divine punishment' and had the 12 herders who led the resistance tied to prayer flag poles and left to die in the sun..."

In 1932, the Ulanqab League Court ruled that herder Bater, who owed the royal palace eight silver dollars and was unable to repay, was forced to enslave his entire family of five. His daughter was forced to become a maid at the palace and later tortured and drowned in a well...

“牧民哈斯1910年借云王府10银元买药救母,至1920年利滚利涨到200银元,1930年债务已达1000银元，全家七口皆被没为奴隶..”

"Due to the Yun King's excessive lending at high interest rates and excessive tributes, the phenomenon of 'debt slavery' has become prevalent in Ulanqab. At least 10% of the formerly free nomads in the Ulanqab League have been reduced to slavery..."

After the "crimes" were announced one by one, the herdsmen finally clenched their fists. Although no one jumped out to accuse, everyone's face revealed the grief and indignation that they had never dared to show before.

After those repeated "mass expropriation" and "forced debt collection" under various pretexts, how many wives, children, and elders of families were left huddled in their yurts and never to get up again?

In addition to this basic anger, the records of Prince Yun's mansion, historical materials, and Prince Yun's own confession also brought about an effect that was not originally planned:

Thanks to the efforts of some people with ulterior motives, the conflict between the Mongolians and the Han people on the grassland, which has been intensifying and almost reaching its peak in recent years, has begun to show signs of breaking through.

The herders vaguely realized that their suffering was not due to the "fault of the Han people" as promoted by these nobles.

It turns out that it wasn't the Han government that levied such heavy taxes, but Prince Yun's own excessive greed that forced us to die!

It turns out that a Han Chinese tax collector once discovered Prince Yun's trick, but he was tied to a large rock and sunk into the lake!

A herdsman whispered:

"oh7+uihohotH...(dogs in Prince Yun's mansion)...7hr o 6...(wolves that eat children)..."

Noticing the change in the herdsmen's mood, the nobles present became panicked, but under the soldiers' guns, they could only force themselves to remain calm.

Well, it must be that His Majesty Fujiwara wanted to replace the "King of Clouds", so he dealt with the old King of Clouds!

He will have to rely on us in the future, so he won't dare to do anything to us!

Um!

That must be the case!