1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

So, the expected scene of the armored carriage being overturned by explosives and derailing did not occur. Instead, the driver slammed on the brakes, and the entire train suddenly slowed down amidst violent shaking and shrieking, and was about to stop in the most dangerous and exposed area in the middle of the canyon!

"What the hell are you doing!"

Eisenhower angrily grabbed Havel's collar and almost slapped him:

"What are you signaling!" "Uh..."

After all, he wasn't a military officer, so Javier hadn't expected his actions to lead to such a blunder. Overwhelmed by Eisenhower's aura, he faltered and was about to make an excuse, but Eisenhower shook him off and firmly issued an order:

"Everyone! Fire!"

On the eastern high ground, several M1917 heavy machine guns that had been deployed long ago spewed out deadly flames, lashing the front and rear of Roosevelt's special train like whips, while the soldiers of the 12th Infantry Regiment skillfully used Springfield M1903s to fire accurately.

Bullets hit the locomotive's iron hull and the side panels of the first few wooden carriages, causing dull thuds and the sound of wood breaking. An M1916 37mm infantry gun fired continuously, raising a large cloud of mud, sand and dust beside the tracks just a few dozen yards in front of the special train.

In the eyes of people who don’t understand military affairs, the firepower was very “ferocious” and the scene was very “spectacular”, so Javier and the “observation team” and “assault team” he arranged in the middle of the canyon couldn’t help but smile with success on their faces.

As soon as the train stops and the scene falls into chaos, these elite death squads will launch a deadly assault charge or throw homemade explosive packs to directly kill everyone in the target car!

After five minutes, the fire output was suspended.

Apparently, because the driver was killed, the already broken train came to a slow stop. Dozens of dark shadows on both sides of the railway rushed out nimbly, throwing explosive packs and firing at Roosevelt's exclusive carriage.

Javier, who was far away at the command post, widened his eyes, ready to enjoy the pleasure that would come from the moment his plan succeeded.

The charge path of this group of assassins was directly exposed to the sight of some American soldiers on the heights on both sides. According to the plan, the next moment, the American soldiers on the heights on both sides would continue to fire indiscriminately at the railway line!

what?

Accidentally hurting “one’s own people”?

Hahaha... What do you mean by "death warriors"? They can't live!

As long as we can ensure that Roosevelt is killed and the plan succeeds, any price is worth it!

Eisenhower issued the order again as planned, but the order itself was slightly different from what Havel had imagined:

"Attention everyone! Concentrate your fire on the point where the signal was sent! Near the train car at two o'clock! Anyone who attempts to approach the railway will be killed without mercy!"

Eisenhower's steady and powerful voice suddenly resounded throughout the valley through the wired broadcast loudspeaker. The moment the command was heard, all the American soldiers pulled the triggers in their hands without even thinking!

The M1917 machine guns that had just been "suppressing the train" suddenly turned their fire. The high-altitude firepower was like countless blazing metal storms, sweeping directly through Javier's death squad!

The dense barrage of machine gun bullets swept across like the Grim Reaper's C-knife, catching them off guard. The five or six people running in the front were instantly riddled with blood and flesh, exploding on the gravel beside the tracks!

The elite death squads recruited and trained at great expense from the South were mowed down by the firepower from the heights like wheat being cut down. Their precise, efficient, and merciless killing method was far beyond the reach of a mere "Chicago Typewriter"!

This dramatic, even crazy, reversal happened in just over ten seconds.

Javier was stunned. Before he could react, the cold muzzle of a gun was already pressed against the back of his head, accompanied by Eisenhower's teasing and disgusted voice:

"idiot."

623 failed and it was called rebellion!

By the time the real "Roosevelt Train" without any signs arrived in the valley, the fighting here had basically come to an end, with only sporadic gunfire and shouts of searches from American soldiers as they cleared the battlefield.

"Brothers! Well done! Keep a close eye on them all! Don't let any scum escape! Clear the area! Clear it carefully! Ensure the absolute safety of His Excellency the Vice President!"

Patton rode back and forth on his tall horse, waving his whip. It was not until the seemingly ordinary special train stopped right behind the "special train" that had been almost beaten to a sieve that his expression tightened and he ordered:

"Everyone, gather! Stand at attention!"

The door of the first carriage slowly opened, and a dozen guards, armed with Thompson submachine guns, with stern expressions and a simplified eagle emblem (the symbol of the NGW) on their armbands, got off the train first to guard and occupy all advantageous positions;

After confirming it was safe, Roosevelt slowly stepped off the train. His face no longer bore the paleness, grievance, and fatigue that he had shown before the cameras. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, not feeling the slightest bit uncomfortable at the scene filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder. He nodded and said,

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone."

Except for those standing guard in the distance, all the American soldiers on the scene had already put down their guns and lined up, subconsciously standing at attention in the direction of the Vice President, with complex expressions on their faces - confusion, panic, bewilderment... but more of an inexplicable excitement and an inexplicable sense of mission.

Ms. Field, we seem to be involved in some kind of major incident... "Major Patton."

"Mr. Vice President! Please give me your instructions!"

Patton, who is 188cm tall, suddenly straightened his body. He knew that his moment was finally coming.

His next answer will determine his future fate - will he continue to be frustrated and even be forced to retire, or will he soar to the sky, or at least become a part of the "New Army".

"To be honest, before I received your letter, I couldn't believe that you and Lieutenant Colonel Eisenhower would actually betray that person. If it weren't for..."

"Mr. Vice President!"

Patton interrupted Roosevelt somewhat rudely:

"I'm a soldier! Soldiers are only loyal to the country, not to themselves!"

Putting aside these political ideologies, the reason Eisenhower and Patton chose to "betray" was simple: they were disappointed.

You came out to perform at the start of last year's crackdown on veterans. You didn't believe me when I told you not to wear your uniform. You immediately ran away when you realized something was amiss. Afterwards, you said nothing about everyone's tragic experiences and tried desperately to shift the blame. And when the matter was almost over, you came out to hypocritically "cover up"...

Do you really think everyone is an idiot?

Even the arrangement for Patton to go to Shanghai was ostensibly for Patton's benefit, but in reality, it was intended to use Patton's achievements to curry favor with President Field!

However, Springfield swallowed all the "sugar coating" and fired back all the "bombs":

I accepted the Patton, but what about MacArthur's overtures? Excuse me, she's a girl!

I accept ≠ I agree.

"What about the principle of military non-interference in government?"

"This isn't just a political issue! It's not just a matter of damaging national interests!" Patton looked with disgust at the mess on the ground, especially at the "people" who had been smashed to pieces.

"These people's actions have seriously trampled on our moral bottom line! Any soldier... no, any moral person would never tolerate this!"

"oh.…"

Roosevelt remained silent, forming a preliminary assessment of Patton's character—he wasn't as rough and straightforward as he appeared, but rather a man of many subtle thoughts and perhaps even a toady.

However, this is not entirely a bad thing.

Ms. Field said that such a knife, if used properly, can become quite sharp.

"Where's Lieutenant Colonel Eisenhower?"

"he.."

"Sorry! I'm late!"

Before he finished speaking, Eisenhower came hurriedly from the direction of the headquarters. After a simple salute to Roosevelt, he began to report directly:

"All suspects have been apprehended... Based on previous confessions... one person is still at large. The 12th Infantry Regiment is conducting a search in the surrounding area... Currently..."

.. "

One who rushed to the leader after the battle to show himself, attentive but a little impatient;

A loyal person who tidies up and handles things in an orderly manner without the leader having to worry about him;

High judgment.

Roosevelt was obviously more interested in Eisenhower, whom he had met with Pershing in 1930. He quickly put aside the flattering Patton and asked about the work:

"...I see...So, what about that 'contact'? The one called... 'Raven'?"

"it's here."

Eisenhower waved his hand, and Javier was dragged up by several soldiers. As soon as the gauze from his mouth was removed, he started cursing without even taking in the surroundings.

"Patton! Eisenhower! You two traitorous sons of bitches! How dare you play tricks on us! You're dead! You're dead!"

"Shut up, you damned bastard! I'm going to shove my boot through your asshole!"

Patton cursed and tried to kick Javier, but Roosevelt stopped him with a wave of his hand and looked at the rebel with interest:

"Javier, is that your real name? Is that DuPont, Chase, General Motors, Morgan, or Rockefeller behind you?"

"You... Roosevelt!"

Havel was shocked to see Roosevelt's smug look.

His rank was not high, and the information he received was very limited. He only knew that "Roosevelt had a conflagration with Springfield as planned", but now it seems that things are not the case at all!

"Surprised? You thought I'd be dejected after being abandoned by Ms. Field?"

Roosevelt shrugged his shoulders, imitating Springfield's example. He didn't mind breaking the other party's mind before the interrogation. At the same time, he also secretly reminded Eisenhower and Patton not to "become arrogant because of their achievements":

"Ms. Field had already guessed you would pull this tactic and had already made arrangements. So, no matter how much you scold Lieutenant Colonel Eisenhower and Major Patton, it's a waste of energy. Even without them, your conspiracy wouldn't have succeeded..."

Setting aside what Alba and the other two were thinking, how could Javier not understand at this moment that the entire United States, or at least the conspirators themselves, had been completely fooled by the woman in Washington and Roosevelt right before their eyes?

So, after all our efforts and money, huge risks, and countless sacrifices, we ended up giving Springfield a boring drama that was always under her control?

God, why have you abandoned us?

Javier laughed miserably, opened his mouth wide, and strained his jaw muscles. Just as he was about to end his life, a delicate arm in a white glove reached out like lightning and, with a "crack," instantly detached his jaw!

Everyone turned around in shock, only to find that it was a petite blonde maid who had done it. Although her face was covered and her appearance could not be seen clearly, from the exposed skin, it was clear that she was definitely a top beauty who was no less beautiful than Ms. Field.

Roosevelt didn't even look back:

"Ah, Ms. Sandolesi, thank you for troubling me again."

"You're welcome, Mr. Roosevelt. After all, my job is to protect your safety and complete the tasks assigned by the President."

Sandolesi spoke calmly, stretched out his fingers and fumbled around in Javier's mouth for a while, then with a little force, he pulled out two bloody teeth:

"There's something wrong with these two teeth. They must have been filled with cyanide or something like that. It was their method of suicide."

After these words were spoken, Javier, who was already in excruciating pain from having his transplanted fang forcibly removed, turned even paler. He was about to speak, but Sandolesi showed no sign of letting him go. With a few more clicks, he dislocated his jaw and limb joints, then clapped his hands.

"Well, he probably won't have a chance to commit suicide this time."

“...Gudong...”

There was a sound of swallowing saliva all around.

Come on, if this isn't Ms. Field, I'm gonna shit upside down.

On the other side, at Fort Leslie James McNair, the headquarters of the U.S. Army Military District of Washington (District of Columbia Garrison Command), which is only three or four kilometers away from the White House and Capitol Hill, the air in the luxuriously decorated offices is like solidified lead, making it hard to breathe.

A middle-aged man was pacing back and forth anxiously.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was the quiet and beautiful night view of the Potomac River, but MacArthur's heart was as if thrown into a frying pan. The ominous premonition grew wildly in the heart of the US Army Chief of Staff like poison ivy.

No news.

Nearly ten hours had passed since the Trinity Valley operation began, but he still hadn't received a single message from Patton or Eisenhower confirming the success or failure of the operation. Even the emergency communication channel on the Raven was completely silent!

This is too abnormal! No, I must... "General!"

At this moment, the adjutant burst in, his face as pale as paper, holding a newly translated encrypted telegram from Patton that had been transferred through several receiving points before being delivered:

"Valley Dispatch! Operation...operation has completely failed! Major Patton reports that Eisenhower...Eisenhower has defected! He switched sides, took control of the 12th Infantry Regiment and part of the troops, and, working with the NGW to protect them, killed our men and rescued Roosevelt!"

"'Raven' was captured alive. Major Patton said he fought to the death to break out. The soldiers of the 3rd Cavalry are now questioning why he clashed with the 12th Infantry Regiment and why he attacked NGW..."

MacArthur snatched the telegram, and after just a glance, his eyes went dark and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably. His face, which was full of arrogance, instantly lost all its color and became as pale and stiff as a wall.

It’s over, it’s all over!

He had conspired with those people and put so much effort into planning a "Texas funeral" for Roosevelt, but it turned out to be his own grave!

Eisenhower!!!

Son of the Beach!!

That lame staff officer whom he had promoted and regarded as his confidant actually dared to betray him!

Even if that foolish and reckless man (Patton) hadn't defected, and even if he had truly "fought desperately to break out" as the telegram said, how could he have possibly outsmarted that scheming bastard in the aftermath?

Of course, there was nothing wrong with these two people betraying him, even though it was indeed MacArthur who gave them the "instructions in person". But even so, it would not expose MacArthur himself - after several rounds of telegram relays, no one knew who Patton and the others were contacting.

Even if Eisenhower accused him of treason, even if everyone guessed that Patton was contacting him, so what?

He, the great Marshal Mai, will die with the country!

As long as there is no solid evidence, no one can do anything to him! However, "Raven" was captured alive!

That guy had met me and even exchanged letters with me on behalf of his master!

If that guy can't stand the interrogation and investigation, and the letter or something like that falls into the hands of the investigators, then it's all over!

MacArthur's name and all his schemes will be exposed in broad daylight!