1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Hurricane No. 5, which had arrived in the Gulf of Mexico, was heading north along its originally "predicted" trajectory, approaching Louisiana with wind speeds soaring to a terrifying 300 kilometers per hour. Suddenly, without warning, it made a sharp turn of almost 90 degrees and swooped northwest.

Targeting Texas!!

(This happened in history with the 1933 Cuba-Brownsville Hurricane, which suddenly turned before making landfall, catching Texas completely off guard. So the saying "butterfly wings flapping the hurricane's chaotic effect" is really not nonsense.)

It was only a few hundred kilometers away. With the hurricane's super-fast center speed of 60 kilometers per hour, it would arrive in just five or six hours. Texas, which had already been basically shut down by the heavy rain, had no time to react!

What's even worse is that at this moment, our governor and his wife are leisurely driving in their brand new imported car on their way to inspect the oil fields in East Texas and deliver a new round of speeches;

By the time they heard the bad news about the hurricane changing direction on the radio, it was too late. Before the car could accelerate, the front of the hurricane, carrying heavy rain and a breath of destruction, had already hit their faces.

Thus, under the gaze of the local bureaucrats and oil workers who had been urgently summoned to prepare for the inspection, the governor and his wife, along with their precious new car, which had been specially increased in price, were easily swept into the sky by the violent hurricane...

Pity.

I mean cars.

611: Using oneself as a dam! Long live the saint! Long live the people!

Louisiana, next door to Texas.

"...Brownsville's storm surge reached 4 meters, and it can be confirmed that the citrus and cotton crops were almost completely destroyed. Preliminary statistics indicate that more than 200 people are missing or dead, and preliminary estimates of losses are as high as $2000 million..."

After a pause, the observer from Texas reported:

"The Governor of Texas, Mrs. Ferguson, and her husband...are confirmed missing. At least 12 people are also missing from the Governor's motorcade..."

After finishing all the news, the observer quickly raised his eyes to peek at the face of the wise and godly lady, then quickly lowered his head and retreated.

The room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. After a long while, someone spoke cautiously:

"Ms. Field, I express my condolences..." "My condolences? What condolences?"

Springfield sneered, as if he had heard something ridiculous. "They deserved to die, idiots! But how much damage did their foolish behavior cause Texas? Who's responsible for the hundreds of lives lost in Texas? Who's going to settle this?"

These words are truly cold and chilling.

The golden rule of "death is the greatest" is not only found in China, but also in the United States.

Most of the time, when someone dies, the account book of grudges should be closed. Even if they were mortal enemies in life, some condolences should be expressed at this moment - even if it is a purely polite performance.

Just like when Roosevelt passed away in history, although his father Buffett, who hated him so much, opened champagne at home to celebrate the coming of the good day, when he went out and faced the microphone of the reporter, he still had to put on a sad look, saying "President, you left too early."

At this moment, no one in the room had expected that Springfield not only had no sympathy for the "accidental disappearance" of the governor and his wife, but was also determined to "whip the corpse" to the end - he wanted to hold people accountable even after they were dead.

This... is totally unlike the "saint" who is supposed to be compassionate...

Oh, come to think of it, he was at the forefront last year, leading the veterans to fight tanks and cavalry, and he even took former President Hoover to fly kites with him, which was unprecedented.

However, Senator Huey Long, who had just arrived in Louisiana with NGW to coordinate disaster relief, seemed to be excited. His gaze towards Springfield was so scorching that it could ignite the air, filled with admiration and enthusiasm.

"Ms. Field! You are absolutely right! Such fools, even if they die a hundred times, it will not be enough to wash away their sins!"

Huey Long, a U.S. senator and former governor of Louisiana, was one of the heavyweight political figures who quickly "defected" to the Democratic Party when Roosevelt withdrew from the Democratic Party and Springfield just emerged.

In the course of history, this man was once Roosevelt's staunch ally, but later became Roosevelt's most intense enemy and eventually died in a suspicious murder.

The reason for the split is a bit magical - he felt that Roosevelt was too conservative and not "socialist" enough.

Difficult, huh?

But that's what it is.

Because Huey's political views were much more "tough" than Roosevelt's.

When Luo Dazong was at his most ruthless, the highest he could do was to impose a heavy tax of 94% on the rich (combined with federal taxes and special wartime taxes, the maximum tax was 99%).

But this gentleman directly called for "squeezing out millionaires" and implementing a tiered tax system for wealth above one million US dollars - with any wealth above $800 million directly confiscated!

Later, this "confiscation red line" was lowered all the way to 500 million, and then to 100 million... Wow, this move would have made Comrade Stalin light a cigarette and say you are too radical.

This person's political stance and achievements also include but are not limited to: free education (from kindergarten to university), pensions (directly paid to those over 60 years old), shorter working hours (less than 30 hours per week), etc.

Let’s not worry about whether he shouted slogans to win votes or broke his promises after taking office, but at least he dared to do some things that benefited the country and the people but not the capitalists, and he actually accomplished them.

During his tenure, he built over 13000 kilometers of roads and bridges, constructed five civilian hospitals, imposed heavy taxes on oil companies, launched a "Share the Wealth Plan," broke up the control of monopolies, abolished the poll tax, exempted civilians from property taxes, provided free textbooks to students, promoted adult literacy, and treated black people equally...

(Alas, so the United States back then...)

His most famous slogan is "Every man is a King, But no one wears a crown." Isn't it similar to "Every man is a dragon"?

I don't believe you if you say he hasn't read any communist books.

Because of this, he initially supported Roosevelt, but soon became extremely disappointed with the "New Deal", denouncing Roosevelt for "protecting the interests of the financial oligarchy" and "deceiving the voters". He finally broke away from Roosevelt in anger and set up his own faction to challenge the presidency.

After being shot in the abdomen by Carl Weiss, the son-in-law of a rival family, this poor farm boy from a barren Louisiana farm's last words were - "God, don't let me die! I have too much unfinished business!"

So, does Huey Long need to explain why he wholeheartedly supported Springfield? Apart from the "wealth sharing plan" that had not yet been proposed, many of his proposals and policies could not be said to be exactly the same as Springfield's; there was simply no difference.

In fact, Huey Long's support for Springfield is far more than just "support". He is a fanatical fan and one of the earliest political veterans to join the "God's People Party" and the "God's People Church".

By the way, although he resigned as governor last year and moved to the U.S. Senate, during his tenure as governor, he had already "optimized the combination" through legislation, placed his cronies in power, bypassed the legislature, controlled the state police, courts and election committee, and kept the entire state of Louisiana firmly in his hands.

The current governor, Oscar Allen, was a former subordinate whom he had personally promoted. He obeyed his orders and never made decisions on important matters without his permission. Therefore, Huey Long was affectionately called the "dictator" by his opponents in the state.

Coincidentally, Springfield also plans to become a dictator.

According to common sense, two "dictators" should not meet each other;

But Huey Long's logic was very clear. He calculated it this way: I am a dictator, and Louisiana must obey me;

Ms. Field is a dictator, and all of America must obey her; Louisiana belongs to the United States;

Unless Ms. Field tells me not to, I must obey her; and if I obey her, doesn't that mean Louisiana obeys her?

Her "federal dictatorship" level includes my "state dictatorship" level. So her dictatorship does not conflict with my dictatorship.

The logic loop is successfully closed.

In short, if my opinion is the same as Ms. Field's, then listen to me. If we disagree, then cut the crap and listen to her!

In short, at least so far, Huey Long is definitely the most admired and supported senior American politician of Springfield, and it is very likely that there is no other.

This time, NGW (Neon Genesis Evangelion) was able to bypass "state power" and enter Louisiana for disaster relief without any obstacles and green lights. He played an indispensable role.

Although the hurricane's sudden turn resulted in the preparations of tens of thousands of people being largely wasted, in Huey Long's eyes, this further enhanced the sanctity and legitimacy of Springfield.

Look!

How did a hurricane manage to so suddenly and precisely avoid Louisiana and hit Texas?

It must be God's blessing! You idiots from Texas, you deserve it!

Therefore, when Springfield scolded the Fergusons, he not only did not think it was inappropriate, but immediately followed suit and cheered:

"I strongly suggest that they be held accountable for their dereliction of duty during their lifetime! Their names must be forever nailed to history's pillar of shame!"

"Mr. Huey, we must investigate. If you're interested, I can let you do it."

Springfield interrupted Huey's impassioned rant:

"But now we have more important things to do." "Please give me your orders!"

"Release border controls in Louisiana. I will personally lead the army into Texas to provide disaster relief! We cannot let the people there suffer!"

"

Huey Long was stunned for a moment, and then the fanatical fire in his eyes burned even more fiercely:

"Yes! Ms. Field!"

,,

Texas border, along the Brazos River.

On the muddy road, military trucks, engineering vehicles and wheeled armored vehicles painted with the "NGW" emblem lined up in a long queue, their engines roaring, stirring up clouds of mud, and rushed to the Texas border checkpoint.

At this time, Texas had a National Guard of about 20,000 people, which was completely independent of the command of the U.S. federal government. They were completely loyal to the Texas government and were dedicated to maintaining order in the state and protecting state property and treasures. They never responded to federal deployment orders.

Upon receiving the news of the "troops approaching," Texas urgently dispatched a thousand troops from nearby areas to reinforce the garrison. This wasn't to say they truly wanted to "hard-line the central government," but rather it was simply a Texas-style "muscle memory" born of panic.

What if he's here to cause trouble?

It's not like we haven't seen this before decades ago! We can't forget the rules of our ancestors!

Leading the checkpoint was a captain with a thick mustache, who brought with him about a company of soldiers. Wearing soaking wet uniforms, they huddled behind a simple fortification made of sandbags and wooden stakes, staring nervously at this huge "invasion force."

Huey Long's jeep arrived at the checkpoint first. He, only 40 years old, jumped out without waiting for the car to stop. He strode up to the captain and spoke in a loud voice like a bell:

"Captain! I'm Huey Long, a U.S. senator from Louisiana. President Field has ordered the federal disaster relief force, NGW, to enter Texas immediately! Now! Immediately! Remove the roadblocks!"

The captain's Adam's apple rolled. He had obviously heard of the Louisiana "King Fish" and knew what "Ms. Field" meant. But he did not back down. Instead, he straightened his back and responded firmly:

"Sorry! Senator Long! The order I received came from Austin (the capital of Texas)! This is Texas! Before the state government's clear instructions or the governor's order arrives, no non-Texas armed forces are allowed to enter! Including... including the federal government!"

"Governor?! Your stupid wife of Governor Ferguson and her ex-governor husband? Ha! They're probably making out with each other in the belly of a fish in the Gulf of Mexico right now!"

Huey Long spread his hands exaggeratedly, with an expression of undisguised sarcasm and anger on his face:

"Don't tell me you don't know. It was their stupidity that led to today's tragedy! It's all their fault that the people of Texas are struggling in floods and ruins! Orders? Did you receive an order to watch people wail and die?!"

Being insulted so bluntly, the captain's face immediately turned purple, and his right hand subconsciously pressed the holster. The soldiers behind him "crashed" and all tightened their grip on their rifles, forming a standoff with the federal convoy.

The atmosphere froze instantly, with only the sound of rain.

At this moment, the window of a command vehicle at the front of the convoy rolled down, revealing Haruta's youthful yet dignified profile. His beautiful emerald green eyes swept across the entire crowd, and he pushed open the door and stepped out.

As her military boots sank into the mud, an invisible pressure instantly enveloped them, and all the noisy voices disappeared instantly. Whether it was Huey and NGW, the Louisiana escorts, or the Texas soldiers, they all lowered their heads.

This was not only out of respect and love, but also because Chuntian was not wearing a raincoat at the moment. The rain dripped along her delicate jawline. The iconic Civil War uniform was soaked with mud and water, sticking heavily to her body, highlighting her graceful yet slightly thin figure.

She pushed aside the attendant who was about to step forward to hold an umbrella, and walked to the roadblock. She was only a few steps away from the captain. She stared at his muddy, nervous face for a few seconds, and suddenly spoke:

"Soldiers, I am Springfield."

He simply introduced himself, his voice not loud, but with a strange power that penetrated the rain curtain clearly and reached everyone's ears:

"I see your vigilance and understand your duty. You are the sons of Texas. Protecting your homeland is an instinct etched in your blood. This loyalty deserves respect."

The soldiers tightened their grip on their Springfield 1903 rifles (produced in the Houston factory before 1920) or even the M1917 American Enfield rifles, quietly adjusting the muzzles so that they were no longer pointing forward, and their tense nerves seemed to relax a little.

"But look at your feet!"

Chuntian's voice suddenly rose, with a hint of barely perceptible pain:

"Look at this land torn apart by the flood! Look at the elders and villagers crying for help on their roofs! Look at the livestock that were washed away and the farmlands that were flooded! Your homes are crying! Your loved ones are waiting!"

She pointed behind the checkpoint, and beyond it lay the heart of Texas, drenched in rain.

"That's not a battlefield! It's a flood! The enemy is the raging hurricane and the merciless waves! The guns in your hands can't stop them! The roadblocks behind you can't save your families! Waiting for federal funding? Waiting for Texas politics to resume functioning? It's too late!"

In the silence, Chuntian paused and raised his voice again:

"I'm not here to trample on the pride of Texas! I'm here to fulfill the federal promise to every state - when disaster strikes, when the people need it, the federal force will arrive! It will never be late!"

"My soldiers are not an occupying force! They are engineers, doctors, and rescue teams with food, medicine, blankets, and excavators! They are here to help you with disaster relief and to help Texas rebuild its homes!"

"Now, I ask you—not as a president, but as a fellow citizen who cares about every life on this land—please clear the way! Let the rescue forces in! Every minute, every second, lives hang on the line!"

The scene was still dead silent.

The captain's lips trembled, and his hand on the holster shook violently. The soldiers behind him looked at each other, their faces full of struggle and hesitation.

Seeing this, Haruta took another step forward and said in a firm voice:

"I'll take responsibility! I'll face the consequences! But we need to save people now! Please! Open the roadblocks!"

"Open the barricade!"

Huey Long, like Springfield's most loyal trumpet, immediately raised his arms and shouted, and the long iron dragon behind Springfield also erupted in a roar like a tsunami, completely drowning out the sound of the rain:

“Open the barricade!” “Open the barricade!”

"Open the barricade!"

Amidst the roaring roar, the mustachioed captain slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the cold rain, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with a resolute determination. He turned abruptly and roared at the soldiers behind him:

"I take full responsibility! Remove the roadblocks! Let them pass immediately! Quick! !!"

As if waking from a dream, the soldiers rushed towards the heavy wooden roadblocks and barbed wire, and the blocked road suddenly opened up. The commander of the Texas National Guard further away had no intention of stopping them!

"You are a respectable warrior, Captain."

After adjusting the captain's gun belt, Springfield said this and got back on the car.

"I swear on my name that I will not stand by and watch disaster strike Texas."

NGW's fleet engines roared again, like a steel torrent, rolling over the mud and rushing into the disaster-stricken heart of Texas.