1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

All sorts of curses were heard from below.

Sam Hawkins, a man from East Texas, crushed by debt and separated from his wife and children, has a complex and painful fire burning in his eyes.

His gratitude to President Field was genuine and unforgettable - the image of the muddy and exhausted NGW soldiers dragging his elderly father onto the assault boat from the chest-deep flood was still vivid in his mind.

But the "secret order" before him, which seemed to be stained with blood, and the accusation of "Davis" screamed at the top of his lungs, every word was tearful and blood-curdling, were like cold poisonous snakes entwining his heart and gnawing at his sanity.

Roosevelt, the crippled man whose appearances on American television and newspapers were as frequent as, or even more frequent than, Ms. Field's, was it really him? Was he going to take away their last hope of survival?

But why would Her Highness the Saint trust him? Why would she give him the vice-presidential throne?

"President Field was deceived! She was tricked by this treacherous minister with his sweet words! For the future of the United States, she had to travel to Asia and Europe to deal with those dirty politicians, so Roosevelt took advantage of the loopholes in the country!"

Davis' voice suddenly rose, carrying a tone of betrayal and indignation:

"We must kill this damn pest! We must eradicate this cancer that is plaguing Texas! We must protect the grace and hope of survival bestowed upon us by the Saint! We must not allow this cripple and these vampires to destroy the oil fields, destroy Texas, and ruin the president's holy name!"

Ah, so that’s how it is!

It was indeed this damned cripple! The group of people suddenly realized what was going on. "Hang that cripple Roosevelt!"

"Hang Roosevelt!"

"Defend the oil fields! Defend Texas! Defend the Saint!"

Under the shouting of the supporting actors, the roars of wild beasts began to rise one after another. Sam's breathing became heavy, and he felt a surge of anger rushing to his head. He suddenly grabbed the heavy pipe wrench at his feet and roared along with the surging crowd:

"Drive away the vampires! Protect Her Highness the Saint!"

In this way, the dry wood of despair was ignited, and the long-accumulated torrent of dissatisfaction and anger found a seemingly sacred and reasonable outlet. The instinctive respect and gratitude for Field were cleverly distorted and grafted into deep hatred for the "traitor" Roosevelt.

The wave of enthusiasm instantly engulfed the abandoned camp, and crude weapons such as rusty wrenches, crowbars, a few old hunting rifles and hidden revolvers were quickly distributed;

Oily rags were wrapped around wooden sticks and doused with low-quality oil to create torches that flickered with the light of death. The air was filled with a crazy atmosphere that was almost like a religious sacrifice.

The "holy flags" crudely drawn on torn sheets, embodying deception and despair and becoming the spiritual totems of the "rebel army," were raised high, with the words crookedly written on them:

"For Field! Hang Roosevelt!"

The evening glow was dyed a hideous blood-red by the billowing smoke and the flames shooting into the sky.

Under the instigation of those with ulterior motives, the incited mob, like a muddy torrent carrying mud and anger, rushed madly along the abandoned mine tunnels and dirt roads towards the nearest Humber Oil Company's No. 45 Gathering Station.

This place is not only a symbol of the oil giant's wealth, but also the core purpose of their trip - according to "accidentally leaked" intelligence, one of Roosevelt's senior assistants is coordinating "oil field security affairs" here!

Kill this Roosevelt lackey first, and then kill Roosevelt!

"Look! Those are Roosevelt's minions! They are the running dogs of the federal government that he controls!"

Someone pointed at the Humber Company's private army on guard outside the gathering station (a common sight in the major American oil fields at the time, and a key target of Roosevelt's crackdowns in history), as well as the vaguely visible figures inside the station, dressed in sharp suits and clearly not looking like good guys:

"Smash the vampire's nest! For President Field! Kill them!" "!!!"

Humber had noticed the commotion a long time ago, but initially mistook it for a "routine disturbance" and didn't take it too seriously. It wasn't until the Molotov cocktails came roaring down like a vengeful firebird that they realized something was wrong!

Without warning, the several oil trucks filled with petroleum near the gathering station suddenly transformed into giant torches, with flames soaring into the sky!

Immediately afterwards, all the surrounding buildings were set on fire. The dry wooden boards crackled and crackled as the flames licked them, and the fire spread rapidly!

Thick smoke billowed, blocking out the sky and the sun, and the pungent smell of burning and crude oil filled the air!

This is not an ordinary "strike" or "protest", this is a carefully prepared rebellion!

The captain of the Humber Guard looked at the huge oil storage tanks so close, shocked and angry. Fear made him completely lose his mind:

"Open fire! Kill these lunatics! Protect the company's property! Don't let them get close to the oil tanks!"

This time, the bullets were no longer warning shots, but rather whistled with the urge to harvest lives, firing directly at the rioting crowd that was charging the defense line!

The muffled sound of flesh being torn and the shrill screams exploded at the same time.

The man who was rushing in the front was shot in the chest. He staggered and fell heavily with an expression of disbelief. Warm blood splattered on the cold ground and on the faces of his companions around him.

"Roosevelt's lackeys are killing people!"

"Brothers! For President Field! For our compatriots who were massacred! Fight them! Blood debt must be paid with blood!"

"Defend Texas! Defend America! Defend the Saint!"

The smell of blood and the twisted sense of justice of "fighting for the Saint" were like the most powerful catalysts, turning this disorganized mob into a fearless and reckless force. They rushed forward with their crude weapons in hand!

The Humber Guards fought back frantically from sandbag fortifications and building windows. The sound of gunfire was like popping beans, interspersed with the sound of exploding Molotov cocktails, the wailing of the wounded, and hysterical slogans.

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Lieutenant Colonel Tom Carson, commander of the 112th Infantry Regiment of the Texas National Guard, sat in a bumpy jeep with a pale face, while his convoy was rushing at full speed towards the hell of gunfire and flames.

Why did the fight suddenly break out?

How did things turn out like this?

As the lethal force to protect Texas's most important asset, the "East German Oil Field", they were not mobilized by the state government even when the NGW invaded and the governor was captured and trained by a hurricane in front of them.

Similarly, even though Austin was being liquidated by the federal government, their army still honestly guarded the oil fields. The federal government had no intention of mobilizing them, but only sent people to capture a few bastards whose crimes had been exposed.

To be honest, after receiving news of the attack and telegrams requesting assistance from major companies like Humber, they simply relied on their usual instincts and routines to rush to the scene. They had no idea how to respond to this completely unexpected riot!

“Oh my god, what the hell happened…”

Soon after, the troops arrived at the location. Looking at the hellish scene in front of them, Lieutenant Colonel Carson muttered to himself, sweat mixed with oil smoke flowed into his eyes, his palms were full of sweat, and his stomach was churning.

Intensive gunfire, explosions, hysterical shouts, the dying wails of the wounded, the cries of women and children... Is this an oil field or a battlefield?

At this time, with sufficient firepower, the Humber Guards had gained a certain advantage, killing some of the mob and forcing them to flee in the direction of the 112th Infantry Regiment.

"Captain! Captain! They... they're coming towards us, shouting the president's name! Quickly give the order to... shoot!"

The young adjutant's voice trembled violently as he urged desperately. "Captain! The Humber Guards ordered us to open fire immediately and attack the mob!" The deputy commander also gave new information, or rather, "orders." "Open..."

Open fire?

Carson couldn't give the order, and his soldiers couldn't take action either.

Not only because the group of people on the opposite side were shouting the slogan "Protect Ms. Field", but also because they were almost all his fellow villagers!

—At a glance, they were definitely just ordinary “Texans”; some of them even had familiar faces!

How can they pull the trigger?

When the time comes and their family members ask about it, how will they answer?

Oh, my own brother didn't die in the hurricane and flood, but died at the gunpoint of my own son?

But, no firing?

None of these people can escape responsibility for watching the oil fields being destroyed!

Look at the huge oil storage tanks standing tall in the distance, reflecting an ominous glow under the dancing flames!

It is the lifeblood of Texas, the engine of the entire Southern economy, and the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all living beings!

If we fail, the chain explosions will turn all of East Texas into a sea of ​​​​scorched earth!

The noose of morality and duty tightly strangled the throats of Lieutenant Colonel Carson and every officer and soldier of the Texas National Guard, almost crushing their souls.

Obviously, compared to the well-equipped NGW or the veteran armed forces of the United States Army, the National Guard is indeed very ordinary. But no matter how "weak" they are, they are absolutely strong against the Humber Company Guards and ordinary mobs;

Whoever they join will win.

Lieutenant Colonel Carson's gaze swept across the young, tortured faces of his soldiers, across his adjutant's eyes, nearly overflowing with tears of loyalty and pain, and across the hunched back of the old worker in the distance, struggling in vain to put out the flames...

what do I do?

what do I do?

Who can tell me what should I do?

At this moment, a messenger from the Humber Guards, who had desperately broken through the mob's blockade, ran over and frantically urged him in an almost commanding tone:

"What are you waiting for! Shoot! We spend so much money every month to support you! Isn't it just for today?"

Spend money...raise...shoot...today...

Lieutenant Colonel Carson suddenly remembered the disgusting face of the captain of the Humber Guard, especially the distorted ugliness when he personally led the guards to beat the protesting workers and the blood splattered.

Ah, if it weren't for the state government's order, I really wouldn't want to "protect" these bastards...

etc?

What exactly is my duty?

A thought that was so clear that it was almost cold, like lightning breaking through thick dark clouds, suddenly split open all the fog and hesitation in Lieutenant Colonel Carson's mind.

yes!

My duty is to protect the oil fields themselves! Not to protect Humber Company!

Since I want to protect the oil fields, I must put an end to all the chaos and evil before my eyes! No matter where this chaos and evil comes from!!

Even if the other party is a "honorable master"!

I'm not a lackey of the master, I'm the protector of the oil fields!

After figuring this out, Lieutenant Colonel Carson took a deep breath, picked up the simple iron trumpet, and roared out an order with all the strength in his soul:

"Everyone! Our highest mission is to protect the lives and property of the people of Texas! I order you to raise your guns and fire in the direction of the Humber Guards who are shooting and massacring the people!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" dense gunfire rang out, and the bullets flew over the rushing mob and hit the positions further back, stunned both the attackers and defenders. Those who were running away forgot to run away, those who were firing forgot to fire, and those who were attacking forgot to attack.

No... buddy...

Who are you hitting!?

Before the shooting, everyone thought that the Texas National Guard would choose to suppress the mob as they had done in the past;

After all, that's what the military does: to ensure the absolute safety of oil fields and protect the assets of large companies.

Now, the oil fields have been attacked by armed mobs and property safety is threatened. What else can you do if you don't suppress it?

No one expected that Lieutenant Colonel Carson would make such a choice!

Especially those who were hiding in the crowd and planning and inciting the protests. They were waiting for the National Guard to open fire on the rioters, and then they continued to intensify the conflict by shouting things like "The Texas Guard is in cahoots with those who are shooting and killing people. They are going to kill us all!"

As a result, things turned out to be totally unexpected!

How did our carefully planned scenario of "the company guards and federal troops suppressing the people of Texas" turn into "the Texas army suppressing the company guards, their own people"?!

Something is wrong!!!

Seeing that they had initially gained control of the situation, Lieutenant Colonel Carson roared again, his voice loud and full of unquestionable power, piercing through the deafening roar of gunfire:

"This is the Texas National Guard. I'm Commander Carson, from the Humber Company Guard. I command you to immediately lay down your weapons and kneel in surrender. Anyone who disobeys will be killed!"

"Drop your weapons! Kneel down and surrender!"

The other National Guard soldiers also roared. "Damn Carson! You..."

The security director of Humber Company tried to stand up and protest, but was frightened back by several cars loaded with Lao Gan Ma pushed out by the Texas National Guard.

But the rioters were delighted:

We hit Humber Company;

The National Guard also hit Humber Co.;

So, the National Guard is obviously our own people! It's very simple logic!

Then the rioters cheered, and several Jewish instigators took the opportunity to shout:

"Colonel Carson! Well done! You should have joined us in killing these vampires, capturing Roosevelt, and asking for help from Ms. Field! Give Texas back..."

"Shut up!!!"

However, it was these words that instantly confirmed Lieutenant Colonel Carson's initial suspicions—someone was deliberately inciting these ignorant, pitiful people, using their lives to carry out a conspiracy!

He then became even more furious, and with a wave of his hand, several more machine guns were aimed in the direction of the shout:

"I order everyone! Whether you are from Humber Company or the attackers! Stop the rebellion immediately! Lay down your weapons immediately! Kneel down and surrender immediately! Anyone who continues to resist, causing killing and destruction will be regarded as a rebel! No matter who you are, you will be killed without mercy!"

"???"

Now, the two original opponents were completely confused.

So, not only do they target the other party, they also target their own people?

622 Army Loyalty!

The Humber Guards refused to surrender.