1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

If we change to landlords, isn’t this the tragedy that many of our soldiers have experienced?!

I've heard enough at the grievance meeting!

If he didn't truly hate and understand the landlords, how could he have personally penned such a heart-shaking play and allowed it to be performed publicly?

damn it!

No wonder everyone's guns weren't taken away before, but before the show started, they suddenly demanded that all weapons and ammunition be centrally managed!

If this guy doesn't put away his gun, many people will die today!

But...isn't it said that Fujiwara no Kanezane himself is one of the largest landowners in Japan?

He, does it to himself?

But...

Listening to the slogans coming from different units, one after another, in various languages, such as "Down with all feudal exploitation! Down with all bandits and bullies!", everyone was numb:

No, what is this for us?

546 Xu Guanjun Can't Be Proud

"Every revolutionary soldier must remember! The Three Disciplines and the Eight Points for Attention..." "Unity is strength, unity is strength, this strength is..." "Forward, forward, forward, our team is like the sun, stepping on..." "Forward, our blood is full of vigor..."

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Not right.

Even nine out of ten are wrong.

The next morning, Xu Shiyou, who had been "busy" all night and stared with his big bloodshot eyes at the soldiers of the cavalry division and the "puppet army" soldiers "singing red songs", was very sure of this.

You mentioned similar working methods, similar disciplinary requirements, and similar organizational structures. I can understand this as "great minds think alike" or "learning from each other."

But why are their habits, styles, and temperaments so similar?

These things are not weapons and equipment that can be "bought" casually! How much suffering did the Chinese Communist Party and the Red Army go through, how many pitfalls did they step into, how many people died and fled to reach the current situation?

Apart from anything else, the Fourth Red Army was also called the "Red Army," but Xu Shiyou was unwilling to recall what it was like before Chairman Li Desheng and Instructor Ma arrived.

Shame on you!

Therefore, even if the leader is Fujiwara no Kanezane, no matter how powerful and prestigious Fujiwara no Kanezane is, he still needs a group of middle and grassroots cadres who share his beliefs in order to turn his ideas into actions and implement them, and to build a team like the 129th Division.

So, is Northeast China a treasure trove of talent?

Where on earth did Fujiwara no Kanezane find so many cadres who were not only exceptionally capable but also possessed excellent personal moral character, and whose conduct resembled that of the First Red Army brought by Chairman Li?

With a head full of questions, Xu Shiyou found Fujiwara Kanezane's residence and saw the man squatting on the ground brushing his teeth, foaming at the mouth and slurring his words as he greeted him:

"Hey? Comrade Binjun, are you awake?" "Uh... Your Highness, good morning." "Okay, wait for me to brush my teeth and wash my face first." "...Yeah."

Xu Shiyou responded, then stood aside and observed quietly, feeling a little moved. Putting aside the enemy and us positions, the behavior of this "King of the Northeast" was indeed easy to impress.

His tent was much larger than the collective tents of ordinary soldiers - this was normal, after all, he was the supreme commander in charge of the entire army and had to receive many people, but the style was basically the same, and like his clothes, it looked very simple;

The lazy look of him squatting on the ground brushing his teeth and washing his face made it impossible to tell that he was a Japanese prince. He was as friendly as the boy next door.

The only thing that might make him different from others was probably the tall, cool maid in a black and white dress standing beside him and serving him.

So beautiful...

Just as beautiful as Instructor Ma and her sister.

No, maybe even more beautiful.

Even though she was wearing a mask, her unique aura was hard to ignore. However, this kind of maid is probably just a vase, right?

Not to mention that she is definitely not as good as our comrade Ma Shiwu who is both literary and martial. I guess even if I punch her, I can make her cry.

Hum hum...

After thinking about his victory in his heart, Fujiwara Kanezane had almost finished washing up. He put a piece of gum in his mouth and tossed another piece to Xu Shiyou:

"Why are you coming to see me so early in the morning? Have your Chairman Li or Political Commissar Ulanfu responded?"

"Yes, they..."

As soon as he uttered a word, Xu Shiyou felt bad.

Doesn't this expose the fact that our assault team also has a small radio hidden in it?

damn it!

It's all because the atmosphere is so relaxed!

Could it be that throwing candy at me was also an attempt to make me let my guard down? Such deep thoughts!

As expected, Fujiwara Kanezane hummed twice:

"You dishonest fellow...Okay, I'm too lazy to bother with you. I know everything those two are doing. Ulanfu isn't far away, and Chairman Li and his men will be here tomorrow at the latest. You should prepare yourself."

"Uh...yes!"

Xu Shiyou subconsciously accepted the "order," then realized something was wrong and quickly changed the subject:

"Your Highness, I'd like to ask, how did you train the 129th Division?"

"You want to learn? I'll teach you!"

"Ah? Ah!"

Xu Shiyou was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Fujiwara Kanezane to agree so easily. He stood up straight quickly.

"Please teach me!"

It's better to learn as much as you can. Even if you can't learn anything, it's good to get some information!

Learning from the strong is not a bad idea. "The solution is actually very simple."

Fujiwara Kanezane put his arm around Xu Shiyou's shoulders and said in a low voice, "My dear,

"if only..."

"

Xu Shiyou pricked up his ears.

"All we have to do is replace all the cadres with Communist Party members!"

3

"Hey, why do you look so unconvinced?" Fujiwara Kanezane said seriously:

"Let me tell you, most of the cadres in our 129th Division are Communist Party members! There are tons of Party branches alone!"

I believe you.

Xu Shiyou believed that there must be CCP or CPSU spies lurking in the Northeast, and even in the army right before him. But you said there were many, or even all of them?

A special party branch?

Haha, do you think Fujiwara Kanezane is a fool or do you think the secret service is a fool? If what he said is true, I will shit upside down!

so...

"Your Highness, you don't have to say it if you don't want to. There's no need to play tricks on me."

"Tsk, I'm such an honest person, why is it that no one believes me when I tell the truth..."

Seeing his hand-picked "capable teacher" with an expression that said, "I'm not well-educated, so don't lie to me," Fujiwara Kanezane curled his lips, feeling deeply saddened by the world's changing nature. This, in turn, left Xu Shiyou speechless.

You really take me for a fool, don't you?

Seeing that Fujiwara no Kanezane refused to tell the truth, Xu Shiyou had no choice but to change the subject again:

"Your Highness, I've heard that the commander of the 129th Division, Wang Yong, is very powerful. Has he come this time? Could I meet him?"

The 129th Division was such a powerful force that it was definitely not something that an ordinary person could recruit, train, or command. Therefore, Xu Shiyou was very curious about the elusive Division Commander Wang.

Of course, the bigger reason was that since they couldn't get much useful information from the fox-like Fujiwara no Kanezane, why not try from Wang Yong?

Well, he's here, but it's a shame he can't meet you, someone who knows him and who, even after being trained by UMP45, still loves to brag when drunk...

"He's probably busy for the moment..."

Just as Fujiwara no Kanezane was thinking about what words to use to fool Xu Shiyou, the guards came to report:

The wrestling competition is about to begin. Commander Wang has other important matters to attend to, so Your Highness is requested to preside over it.

Good guys!

As soon as these words came out, Xu Shiyou was convinced that Wang Yong and Fujiwara no Kanezane had a very good relationship, at least at the level of close friends. Otherwise, how could a subordinate speak to and make demands of his superior in such a way?

But, a wrestling tournament?

"Hmm? You don't know? It's the Nadam Festival. It usually involves wrestling, horse racing, and archery, but I've also added some military competitions..."

When Xu Shiyou heard that there was a martial arts competition to watch, he immediately became interested: "Your Highness, can I also participate in this wrestling competition?" "It's up to you if you want to watch it!"

"No, Your Highness, I mean, I want to participate!"

Soon after, Fujiwara no Kanezane stepped onto the podium and delivered a brief speech, and the planned "Wok Conference" officially began.

In order to express our respect and love for the grassland people and to liven up the atmosphere, we will first of course start with the old three things:

Horseback riding, archery and wrestling.

Although the nobles were indiscriminately imprisoned, their jockeys, archers, and wrestlers were generally not implicated as long as they had not been charged with a crime.

In order to show their face in front of the "new king", to make a good impression and avoid being liquidated later, these people worked very hard to show their abilities;

The newly freed slaves and herders who had just been granted pastures and sheep and cattle responded to Fujiwara no Kanezane's call and tried their best to show themselves.

For a moment, all the competition venues were exciting and lively, and everyone was trying their best to show themselves, but Fujiwara Kanezane, who was sitting on the podium, had his eyes completely fixed on the new contestant.

Just after agreeing to Xu Shiyou's participation in the competition and inviting him to have breakfast together, Fujiwara Kanezane was deeply astonished by the wonders of the human body:

This guy, who was no taller than 165cm and weighed no more than 130kg, actually ate three bowls of rice, three kilograms of mutton, 15 large meat buns, and drank a kilogram of white wine for breakfast!

Even so, he actually looked unsatisfied and said something like "Oh, I'm only half full. I won't eat so much since I have a competition later." As a result, the orderly who brought the food looked at Xu Shiyou as if he was the reincarnation of Tianpeng, a glutton.

He can eat and drink a lot, and his appetite is amazing.

It seems that those documents and Xu Shiyou's own memoirs are not completely nonsense...

(According to records, after the Red Army arrived in northern Shaanxi after the Long March, Xu Shiyou once ate seven pounds of mutton, drank five pounds of white wine, and ate 32 mutton buns in one meal... I don't know if he was just bragging, but two or three pounds of white wine would definitely not have any effect on him.)

Watching Xu Shiyou easily knock down those extremely sturdy and strong Mongolian wrestlers one after another, Fujiwara no Kanezane began to doubt whether the "anti-Buddhist plan" he had previously formulated and implemented was a bit too arbitrary.

Putting aside the various messy Buddhist temples on the grasslands, the Shaolin Temple in Songshan these days may actually have some real skills worth preserving.

On the other side, Xu Shiyou, a former Shaolin monk who was madly crushing all the players, listened to the cheers around him and looked at his fallen opponents, and finally found his former confidence and arrogance.

He could chop down several trees as thick as a bowl in one go, split twelve copper coins stacked together into twenty-four pieces with one strike, and leap onto a ten-foot-tall house without breaking a single tile. He could swing a good stick so hard that neither a needle nor water could penetrate it...

If he didn't have this ability, how could he have killed the evildoer and escaped from the pursuit?

Therefore, since he served in the army of the Zhili warlord Wu Peifu, Xu Shiyou has always been the "big brother" in the army and has many "privileges".

Others dare not curse in the street, but he dares to curse;

Others don’t dare to hit others, but he dares to; others can’t drink, but he can.

(For the sake of personal power, Zhang Guotao deliberately indulged this "privilege", resulting in Xu being treated quite preferentially from the time he joined the Red Fourth Army to the Long March. This cultivated his arrogant character, who could not tolerate the slightest grievance. His escape from Yan'an was a clear example of this.)

But everything came to an abrupt end after that man and that woman came to serve in the Red Fourth Front Army.

Li Desheng reshaped him mentally, and Ma Shiwu reshaped him physically.

The latter has an even greater impact.

After all, anyone who proudly provokes a "mere" woman but is knocked down and hung up by a fist he has never seen will learn the minimum necessary behavior.

It was during the subsequent special brigade training that Xu Shiyou realized how knowledgeable and powerful the woman was. He seemed to have become a different person. He put aside his pride and worked hard to improve himself. Finally, he gained her recognition and officially became a member of the team.

However, this does not mean that Xu Shiyou was truly modest and cautious. He only acted like this in front of a very small number of people such as Ma Shiwu and Li Desheng. In fact, there was no change at all inside.

After leaving the special brigade and becoming the commander of the cavalry division, some things that had been suppressed began to surface again. This martial arts competition completely released some of them in him.

His cloth boots sank deeply into the grass. Xu Shiyou roared like a wild bull, his arms flexing with muscle. Another Mongolian wrestler was thrown sprawling. The referee announced in a loud, stiff Chinese voice:

"Twenty-six!"

The Mongolian man with a face full of flesh looked at Xu Shiyou with deep awe in his eyes.

You know, for an ordinary Nadam Festival champion, it is enough to brag about it for a lifetime if he can knock down five or six strong men.