1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

The mob will not surrender, but will do it;

Neither of them surrenders, and both of them work together.

The battlefield fell into complete silence, and everyone was wondering what was going on today.

The long-term "election voting culture," the "two-party system," and the deliberate manipulation of the U.S. government at all levels have taught most ordinary Americans, especially the illiterate, only one thing:

Nod yes, shake your head no.

Over time, many people's thinking has become very "black and white":

If you are not on our side, then you are our enemy!

Therefore, the actions of the National Guard caused their impoverished brains to temporarily shut down - who the hell are you supporting?

In fact, Lieutenant Colonel Carson himself did not think so complicatedly when he issued the order. He simply believed that his and his men's main responsibility was to protect the oil fields, so any factors that might pose a danger to the oil fields must be properly dealt with.

As long as it does not endanger the safety of the oil fields or even the interests of the state, it is not something they need to deal with.

This is of course far from the ideological awareness of the "People's Army", and is even far inferior to the NGW, but in the United States where "capital is everything" and the dregs of the British class system still remain, it is already quite difficult.

You know, according to the state government's previous request to the Texas National Guard, let alone shooting the Humber Guard, anyone who dared to disrespect the bosses of the big oil companies would be killed!

But now, after they personally witnessed how Springfield, as the president, led a group of great guys like them to risk their lives to rescue the disaster, some of their deep-rooted ideas were finally shaken.

Especially after the Texas National Guard subconsciously shouted out some "surrender words" that were completely different from the past:

"We are the Texas National Guard! We will protect all Texans and their property! But we will not tolerate any form of violence or destruction!"

"We swear in the name of Ms. Field that we will keep everyone safe! We will never abandon any fellow Texan who has been deceived by lies!"

"Please lay down your weapons! Stay away from the oil tanks! Surrender immediately! I beg you! Please look around! Look at this precious oil field! Look at your dead comrades!"

"Please believe Ms. Field! Please be patient! The federal government will definitely change your situation! It will definitely let you live a good life! Stop committing crimes!"

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This oracular call, with the unique accent of Texas soldiers and unquestionable authority, became the last straw that broke the camel's back in the chaos of the oil field.

At this moment, Sam Hawkins was wielding a heavy pipe wrench, staring at the Humber Company's flank fortifications with bloodshot eyes, ready to launch a final desperate charge at any time.

After hearing this, he looked at the bodies lying in a pool of blood, at the area where the fire was most intense and closest to the oil tank, then at the simple weapon in his hand and the "comrades" around him who were also in great shock and confusion... His mind finally calmed down.

What did he just do?

He shouted President Field's name, yet became an accomplice in destroying oil fields and causing massacres?

"Clear the emperor's side"?

Where is the real "side"?

Are these the corporate lackeys being ruthlessly crushed by the Texas Army?

Or those "Joe Davises" who hide behind the crowd and fan them like poisonous snakes?

Or are they just idiots who think they've done good things after being instigated by others?

Obviously...I should just wait for Ms. Field to handle state affairs bit by bit...but...

"I'm so stupid...really..."

Sam muttered to himself, a huge sense of absurdity, belated fear and deep regret engulfing him like a huge wave. The pipe wrench in his hand fell powerlessly into the mud mixed with oil and blood. He knelt down dejectedly, letting out an extremely suppressed whimper filled with endless regret.

Like Sam, more and more rioters stopped their crazy actions in the face of the guards' thundering attacks and soul-piercing shouts, threw away their weapons, squatted with their heads in their hands, or sat on the ground in a daze, looking at everything around them.

Seeing that the riot had subsided, Humber Company still wanted to negotiate terms, but under the threat of cold gunfire from the Texas National Guard, it finally chose to give up resistance.

The "Old Oiler Joe Davis" (Isaac Greenberg) hiding in the crowd was as pale as paper and his whole body was cold as ice, as if his blood had frozen.

It's over, it's over.

Under the guidance of his superiors, his meticulously planned plan to frame, divide, and ignite a full-scale civil war in the South completely collapsed under the unexpected handling of the Texas National Guard!

The expected "Texas National Guard bloodily massacred Texas oil field workers, and the people could not bear it and violently resisted, leading to a Texas melee" turned out to be "The Texas Army justly suppressed the company guards and armed mobs, and quickly quelled the civil unrest"!

I underestimated the prestige of that woman in Washington! Never mind, it's time to leave...

Just as Isaac was about to sneak away from the scene, he suddenly felt someone pulling his shoulder. He turned around subconsciously and saw a huge fist hitting him fiercely!

"That's him! Don't let him get away!"

Lieutenant Colonel Carson's 122nd Infantry Regiment was stationed in one of the most important and dangerous areas of the East Texas oil fields. If all the large oil storage tanks were set on fire, the explosions and flames could be seen as far away as Mississippi.

Therefore, as long as they made the right choice, even if the chaos in other places was not handled properly, the entire East Texas oil field would be basically stabilized.

Lieutenant Colonel Carson's performance was amazing, but that didn't mean the conspirators behind the scenes only intended to act in this one place. Before the smoke from the East Texas oil fields had cleared, another, even more deadly storm was quietly brewing on the railroad tracks.

Trinity Valley.

"...Ike! What are you still hesitating about!"

A burly man in military uniform with a wiry beard and fierce eyes kept pacing back and forth in the tent, angrily yelling at his companions:

"That woman has caused us so much pain and shame, practically ruining our entire future, and now she's hypocritically offering us a chance to 'atone'. Do you still want to play the role of the rabbit with its ears lifted and obediently serve her?"

"No, George, of course I do, but..."

Compared to the Major "George," the Lieutenant Colonel "Ike" seemed more composed. Although he had a hint of anxiety on his face, he was still considering more detailed issues.

"I'm worried, what if Roosevelt doesn't come as planned?" "So what? If he doesn't come, he doesn't come!"

"No, George, if he hadn't come, our presence here would have easily aroused suspicion."

"Our mission is to survive a near-death experience! So what if we doubt it? As long as we..."

The two men quarreled fiercely over whether to fight, where to fight, and how to fight.

The entire scene fell into the eyes of the third person in the room, who urged impatiently:

"You two, according to our intelligence, Roosevelt's special train will arrive here in four hours. You don't have much time to hesitate!"

As soon as these words came out, the two people who were arguing immediately shifted their focus:

"What do you know? The soldiers won't obey orders easily unless you think through the countermeasures!"

"George is right, Mr. Javier, we must ensure that everything goes perfectly, otherwise we will not be able to complete General MacArthur's order!"

These two people were named Dwight David Eisenhower and George Smith Patton Jr.

This time, the troops entering Texas with NGW were their own troops - the 3rd Cavalry Regiment, the 12th Infantry Regiment, the 13th Engineer Regiment, and the 34th Infantry Regiment of the US Army.

Do you remember it?

That’s right, they were the protagonists in last year’s “suppression of veterans’ wage demands incident”—the unlucky guys who were beaten to a pulp and even stripped naked and paraded through the streets by the veterans led by Springfield, who was still looking for his commander at the time.

After that incident, although the two men did not lose their posts and their troops were not punished, their future suddenly became "bleak". In addition, Springfield later became president, and they became even more disliked within the army and everyone tried to avoid them.

Although the U.S. Army has never consistently obeyed the Party's leadership like the People's Liberation Army of China, at least from an institutional design perspective, and at least before it becomes an independent political force as it did in the era of the military-industrial complex, it ultimately has to listen to the White House.

Therefore, if Springfield had not been busy with political affairs and had not taken the time to deal with MacArthur, the real behind-the-scenes commander and the backer of Alba and the two, these two people would probably have been picked out by the Army and repeatedly slapped in the face in order to please the new president.

If a mere major or lieutenant colonel can calm the president down, then just beat him to death!

However, another major reason why the Army did not later sacrifice these two items may be:

The conflict between the Army and President Field grew increasingly serious.

The existence of "Neon Genesis Evangelion" is the flashpoint of the contradiction.

At first, the Army thought this was just a way for Springfield to get veterans to "huddle together for warmth";

Later, when the NGW was officially named, the Army brass thought it was probably just the "SS," or perhaps Field was being kind and giving the veterans a job to make a living;

Later, as NGW became more active, its business scope became wider, its equipment became more sophisticated, its presence became more frequent, and its image among the people improved, they finally realized something was amiss:

He was breastfeeding, why do these people seem to be used to replace us!

At this point, the army leaders' vigilance was raised to the highest level. They began to carefully examine the various actions of "Ms. Field's Holy Guard" after its establishment. As a result, they discovered with horror:

A large number of army junior officers and soldiers are constantly retiring and then joining NGW or even more mysterious organizations!

For example, what kind of "security contracting company" is this?

NGW has also begun to use a system similar to military ranks. Even their daily training is strictly in accordance with the army's military combat standards, perhaps even higher!

damn it!

If this wasn't used to replace us, I'd show off five pounds of shit!

You have to know that the U.S. Army currently has only about 14 personnel. Even if you include the National Guard, Reserves, and Boy Scouts of each state, it will never exceed 50 personnel. Its "technical content" is far less than that of the Navy, so it is very easy to replace!

Thus, a conflict similar to that between the German SS and the German Wehrmacht broke out between the "American SS" and the "American Wehrmacht".

However, compared to Little Beard, Springfield's personal prestige was a hundred times greater, which led to the Army always being suppressed by NGW. Many of the original traditional Army businesses - including water conservancy project construction - were taken away, and more and more elite soldiers, non-commissioned officers and officers left the Army to join NGW.

What's even worse is that Springfield was dismissive of the Army's goodwill, especially the core figure of the Army, Chief of Staff MacArthur, and was obviously full of malice. He repeatedly rejected the other party's "armament expansion and war preparation plan" and drastically cut military spending. The contradiction between the two sides became completely irreconcilable.

Therefore, the Army also planned to teach Ms. Field "a little lesson" and let her know that the Army was "irreplaceable." The primary target was her right-hand man, Roosevelt, who was mainly responsible for implementing the policy of suppressing the Army.

(Well, historically, after Roosevelt took office, he demanded a 50% cut in the Army budget. MacArthur threatened to resign, but that didn't happen. Ultimately, the budget was drastically cut. MacArthur angrily denounced the New Deal as "socialism," while Roosevelt lashed out at his repressive actions, saying they were damaging the Army's image.)

Collusion!

Who says Jews can only collude with tycoons and masters?

Havel, the Jewish representative assigned to Eisenhower and Patton to oversee intelligence liaison and other related work, waved his hand in exasperation.

"You also know that it is General MacArthur's order! If you don't act, the order will never be completed!"

"We must definitely complete the order, but we can't sacrifice ourselves! Otherwise, we'll be labeled traitors!"

Eisenhower argued:

"What we are doing is inherently dangerous. If the soldiers knew we were going to assassinate Roosevelt, they would never agree to it!"

"...Are you idiots?"

Javier cursed a few times, then sighed as he saw the tense atmosphere in the tent and the seconds ticking away. He pointed in the direction of East Texas and said something half-truthful:

"Okay! I can give you a limited glimpse of some information - did you hear the noise in the oil field over there last night? That was done by someone we arranged, and it was very successful. The oil field has completely exploded, and Roosevelt will definitely go to inspect it."

Seeing Eisenhower and Patton's eyes widened, Javier said with an expression that said, "You two idiots can't even do this."

"As for the soldiers, it's simple. We just need to tell them that it's not Roosevelt, but the enemy who is going to support the riots in East Texas. Once things happen, they will have no say..."

The two generals were silent for a long time, then nodded and said:

"Okay, we will do that, but we will only lead the charge, provide remote support, and create chaos. The real assassination will have to be carried out by your people... This is also the general's will."

"Okay, okay..."

Soon after, Eisenhower and Patton informed all soldiers of the "East Texas oil field explosion" last night, and claimed that a support force of the rebel army was preparing to pass through here to "expand the results of the battle", and their superiors asked them to stop it immediately.

Although they felt a little strange, the long-term training made the troops still resolutely carry out the orders - those who buried explosives buried explosives on the railroad tracks, those who set up machine guns set up machine guns, and those who entered ambush positions entered ambush positions.

The Trinity River Valley is winding and steep, with towering limestone cliffs on both sides. The terrain is narrow, and the railway track runs through the middle of the valley. If you blow up the lead car and block the rear route, the enemy will be unable to escape even if they have wings!

"Lieutenant Colonel! Reporting from the forward observation post, there's a column of smoke! The thugs' support train is coming!"

In the distance, Roosevelt's Federal train roared into view without warning. After receiving the scout's report, Eisenhower raised the field telephone receiver, his voice carrying a subtle hint of nervousness:

"Everyone, make all preparations! George! Mount your cavalry and be ready to pursue the remaining enemy!"

"What a joke! Ike!"

Patton slammed his fist on the cavalry regiment armband he was wearing, making a dull leather collision sound.

"Fuck it! It's finally here! I've been pent up in this godforsaken place for so long! Everyone! Hurry! If anyone dares to slack off, I'll skin him and use him as a saddle!"

Javier, who was disguised as Eisenhower's adjutant, finally couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth into a satisfied arc.

Although these two clumsy warriors were long-winded and full of concerns, when they really started fighting, they were quite decisive and commendable.

All right!

I'm also ready to send the signal.

Time passed minute by minute, and the extremely low-key armored train entered the designated ambush position.

As the intelligence said, Roosevelt had fallen out of favor with President Field and didn't even have a vanguard or rearguard train!

Haha, he's dead!

Javier raised his hand, and a dazzling green flare, trailing a long white smoke trail, whistled into the gray sky!

This was a clear signal of "confirming the target" and also the final order to the assassination team lurking closer on both sides of the tracks and responsible for executing the "fatal blow"!

However, perhaps because they were too nervous, the American soldiers on the front lines misunderstood this as a "general offensive" and actually detonated the explosives on the tracks prematurely!