1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

For example, Brigadier General Frank Parker, who was serving as the commander of the Philippine Division and replacing Major General Ella Eck, commander of the Philippine Military District who was on sick leave to handle matters concerning Philippine independence and who had returned temporarily, asked in confusion;

"Douglas, it's so late and you called us all here. What's the matter?" Although Parker couldn't imagine how crazy MacArthur could be, he instinctively felt that something big was about to happen.

"Everyone, be quiet. I called you here because I have some important things to announce."

Seeing that everyone was almost there, MacArthur gave a half-truth with a serious face:

"I've received accurate information. Those bastards in the government have decided to cut the army budget for 1934 by another 50% compared to 1933!"

"What! !!"

Everyone in the room exploded!

You have to know that the Army budget for 1933 had been forcibly cut by 60% (historically it was 50%) based on the 1932 budget. For this reason, MacArthur had a big fight with Secretary of War George Dern and threatened to resign, but he was still forced to carry out the plan!

Another 50% cut in 1934? Only 20% of the 1932 standard? Is this going to kill the Army?

"Damn old George! I hope he gets hit by a car!" "Damn Roosevelt! It must be his conspiracy!"

"Fuck it! I'm quitting my job!"

Because of the "precision" of 1933, a group of army generals believed MacArthur's words without a doubt. Their interests were damaged and they immediately started to clamor, with all kinds of complaints and curses heard everywhere.

But some people still felt something was wrong and expressed doubts:

"Douglas, where did this news come from? Why haven't I heard of it?"

The person who spoke was Major General Frank McCoy, commander-in-chief of the Washington Military District (official name: District of Columbia Garrison Command, commonly known as the Capital Garrison or Washington Military District).

MacArthur's eyes narrowed suddenly:

"Why? Do you want to go and verify it yourself with Dean?" "Uh...that's not what I meant, General."

Seeing MacArthur's displeasure, McCoy immediately withdrew his head and said no more. Although he had been with MacArthur since 1906, he was actually a close confidant of General Pershing, the former Army Chief of Staff. He was assigned to the Washington Garrison as a check on MacArthur's excessive expansion of power, and could even be said to be a "monitor."

How could such a character possibly please MacArthur?

But McCoy was smart, because he believed that no matter how influential Pershing was, he would eventually die, perhaps even in the next few years. No matter how powerful Ms. Field was, she was only the nominal "Commander in Chief" and could not personally manage the army.

It is unlikely that these two people would directly replace a general with a deep foundation like MacArthur and overturn the army's strategy, so the army will still have to listen to General MacArthur in the future, right?

Therefore, McCoy not only rarely interfered in the affairs of the Washington Garrison under his command, but even if he occasionally wanted to intervene, he would seek MacArthur's consent in advance.

For example, before last year's "suppression of veterans" incident, after learning of MacArthur's attitude, he disappeared throughout the whole process and let the other party run wild.

Even though I messed up.

McCoy fell silent, and Brigadier General Frank Parker frowned and asked again:

"Is Deen crazy? With such cuts to military spending, let alone upgrading equipment, we can't even afford to pay the soldiers' basic salaries!"

"Haha, isn't that simple?"

MacArthur sneered and pointed at the people in the room:

"They did it on purpose! So what if they can't afford it? They can just fire a few tens of thousands of people.

"But, if we dismiss so many soldiers, there will be chaos..."

"Fire the soldiers? No, fire you! You! And you! Everyone here will lose their jobs! As for the chaos, do you think NGW is a pushover?"

The room fell into silence.

In fact, everyone vaguely understands why the army has been suppressed in various ways since last year:

Apart from Pershing's factors, in the final analysis, it was because of you, Marshal MacArthur, who personally took action to suppress the veterans!

You're driving a tank over someone else's president, and you still expect him to treat you well?

Moreover, it would have been fine if the army, fully armed and in uniform, had suppressed the "old-timers," but they were beaten to a pulp by a group of unarmed veterans led by Ms. Field. Even the White House was stormed and President Hoover was left hanging!

Even though President Field, out of magnanimity and respect for the duties of the military, did not explicitly demand an investigation into the matter after taking office, questions have already been raised throughout the United States:

What's the point of spending so much money to support such a bunch of useless people? Just for our own president to blow the wind on the flagpole?

Can such an army protect the great Ms. Field? Obviously not.

This trend of thought is not only the "theoretical basis" for the establishment of NGW and the suppression of the army, but also an important reason why a large number of army officers and soldiers resigned after the establishment of NGW and its gradual demonstration of outstanding qualities.

Everyone knew that President Field was not as gentle as she appeared. It was definitely her policy to severely punish the Army and support the NGW. Roosevelt and the others were merely expressions of her will.

However, no one expected that her actions would be so fast, so violent, and so reckless.

Just cut the 1934 budget to 20% of the 1932 budget...

Doesn't that mean that if the US Army continues to reduce its numbers like this, it might only have tens of thousands of soldiers?

No, the US Army may not even exist anymore, but the new "US Army" will seamlessly replace them!

Some people could not help but feel resentment towards Springfield, Roosevelt, Dern, and the federal government, while others complained about MacArthur, their immediate superior:

It's all your fault. If you hadn't offended President Field, how could we, your close associates, have suffered the same misfortune?

Wouldn't it be better to surrender and admit your mistake earlier? There is no shame in surrendering to the saint.

Just as some people were considering whether to secretly seek out Roosevelt or Field to "surrender," MacArthur announced a second thing:

"So, I've decided, for the sake of your future, we should all go to the White House and petition President Field! Ask her to deal seriously with those two bastards, Roosevelt and Dern, and withdraw the budget cuts!"

What! ! !

Everyone was shocked!

If ordinary soldiers or civilians heard this, they might actually think it was a "petition." However, everyone present had experienced politics to some extent, and they all knew that the so-called "petition" was actually "forcing the emperor to abdicate."

Force President Field to step down!

Are you crazy!?

No, taking a group of soldiers to the White House in the middle of the night to "petition" is not a petition at all, it is simply rebellion!

This guy MacArthur wouldn't be... Frank Parker immediately objected:

"Douglas! You can't do this! If you have any objections, you can do it privately..."

"Now everyone's future is almost over, and even their lives may be threatened like those idiots in Texas. Will ordinary means still work?! In private? Will she listen in private?"

"That can't be..." "Parker!"

MacArthur interrupted sharply:

"In order for us to continue to fight for our country, to turn the unfavorable situation around, and for the glory and future of the U.S. Army, I am not afraid to sacrifice myself. What are you afraid of?"

"Douglas! Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!" Brigadier General Parker was also anxious and cursed:

"Stop putting on a show! You son of a bitch just want to take our lives and benefit yourself! I will never rebel..."

(Historically, Brigadier General Parker once publicly criticized MacArthur for "showmanship rather than action" and called him a "performance artist")

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, and Brigadier General Parker's curses stopped abruptly. A bloody hole appeared on his forehead, and the red and white contents of the exploded head splattered all over the others.

Major Richard Sutherland put away his M1911 and retreated behind MacArthur, his gloomy eyes scanning the faces of the others. His master said proudly:

"Everyone! When it comes to life and death, there is no room for hesitation! Now I ask you again, who is in favor of petitioning President Field to execute Roosevelt and Dern? Who is against it?"

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"I agree!" "I agree!"

"Swear allegiance to the general until death!"

Sutherland and the others responded immediately, while the officers who were forced onto the tanks remained silent. MacArthur then called out the name of Frank McCoy, commander of the Washington Garrison:

"Frank, would you like to join us in petitioning?" Why not drag Pershing into the water?

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McCoy looked at the young officers staring at him eagerly and Brigadier General Parker's body, swallowed his saliva, and smiled a smile that was uglier than crying:

"Of course I agree, my General."

"Very good. How about you?"

"We...we are willing." "I do not carry a weapon." "I refuse to participate!"

Only about half of the officers were willing to follow the "petition" or "petition conditionally," while the other half refused to join the rebellion even when their lives were threatened. MacArthur originally planned to shoot them all to show his determination, but Butler stopped him:

"General, lock them up first. It won't be too late to deal with them after this is over." The implication is to leave a way out and not to go to the extreme.

So, the seven or eight people with the most resolute attitudes were taken away by MacArthur's personal guards and detained in the solitary confinement room. In the end, only the "petition group" was left in the room.

MacArthur whipped out the gold-plated Colt pistol from his waist and slammed it on the table with a "bang". His voice was filled with unquestionable authority and desperate madness:

"Everyone! For America! For the Constitution! To save this country from tyranny! I order you to follow me, purge the treacherous officials around the president and restore constitutional order! Anyone who stands in my way will be considered a traitor and will be killed without mercy!"

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It's 4:00 AM in Washington, D.C.

At this most sleepy moment for mankind, the streets that should have been quiet were broken by the roar of military trucks, the hurried footsteps of soldiers and the sound of belts rubbing against uniforms.

Under MacArthur's personal order and the on-site supervision (deception) of the "Bataan Boys," some troops of the Washington Garrison, which were loyal to MacArthur and considered "reliable," were urgently mobilized;

Leading the way were MacArthur's personal guards and the quick reaction company directly under the Military Police Headquarters. Following behind were the privates who had been beaten and dragged out of bed by the officers and had no idea what was going on.

Well, actually, many lower-level officers and non-commissioned officers and non-trusted middle-level officers didn't know what was going on. Anyway, there were orders from above, and the bosses were leading the way, so they just obeyed!

What else? Questioning?

Are you afraid of getting slapped in the face, or have you eaten too many red beans?

(The US military these days... well, it will be similar in the future. Not only are the salaries extremely low, but there is also serious bullying within the military. In essence, it is just a thief army with better equipment.)

So, this group of over a thousand people marched along Maine Avenue in the dark, under the half-truthful orders of the officers and the incitement of "the president is being held hostage by treacherous officials" and "Roosevelt is about to start a rebellion"!

This scene seemed familiar.

Based on last year's experience, the awakened Washington residents closed their doors and windows familiarly, and carefully watched through the gaps as the massive assault force approached the cordon outside the White House.

What is this for?

Who else to suppress?

Why does it seem like they're heading to the White House? Did Ms. Field call them together?

Could it be that Ms. Field is trying to purge Roosevelt's influence?

There were all kinds of speculations, and the residents were as confused as the people they were observing. When the soldiers rushed to the construction road in front of the South Lawn of the White House with their heads down and yawns sullen, they were shocked to find that:

Huh?

Why the White House?

How did we get here?

What was even more surprising was that MacArthur, his officers and the vanguard troops were all blocked at the door of the White House, hesitating to move forward.

Because the iron gate of the White House was open, it was quiet inside. There was no one on the empty lawn, only the garden lights emitted a dim glow.

Not right.

Even nine out of ten are wrong.

Any fool can see this.

"General..."

Remembering Butler's "change of defense" and the intelligence he had just gathered, MacArthur gritted his teeth:

“Go in!”

—A group of people rushed into the White House. When they stepped onto the lawn, they suddenly discovered that there was a faint shadow under the National Christmas tree, about 50 meters away from them.

A person; a woman;

A woman in military uniform.

She stood there quietly with her hands behind her back, her beautiful long flaxen hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze. Facing the black muzzles of guns and hundreds of murderous soldiers, her figure seemed so weak, frail and helpless.

However, MacArthur's blood seemed to freeze. It was Field!

Springfield! Why is she waiting here?

This strange scene made MacArthur tremble all over, the officers looked at each other in confusion, and the soldiers were even more at a loss.

"who is it?"