1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

A soft female voice came from under the Christmas tree, clearly penetrating the whistling night wind and reaching the ears of everyone in the area:

"In the dead of night, armed, you broke into the heart of the capital and surrounded the presidential residence. Tell me, who are you? What do you want to do?"

This time, even the soldiers at the back who couldn't see what was happening in front knew who was speaking.

No one answered, only the sound of heavy breathing and the subtle metallic clatter of guns colliding unconsciously.

The "commandos" in the front row were frightened by Springfield's terrifyingly calm eyes. MacArthur and some officers tried to order a move forward, but their throats seemed to be blocked.

So, Springfield took a step forward;

With a loud bang, MacArthur's side actually took a step back!

As if afraid of something.

"I, Springfield, President of the United States of America, and sole commander of all the armed forces of the United States."

Chuntian formally revealed his identity and once again asked: "Who are you? What do you want to do? Answer me!"

"

Everyone looked towards MacArthur, or rather, at the vanguard. General MacArthur clenched his fists and actually answered Haruta's question:

"Your Excellency, President! I am Douglas MacArthur, Chief of Staff of the United States Army. I have come here today to sincerely request that you rescind your order! Please stop cutting the military budget, stop disbanding the Army, and ensure that all our loyal soldiers no longer suffer from hunger and cold!"

“!! !”

There was an uproar at the scene, and the soldiers were talking about it. What?

Cutting military spending? Disbanding the army? Starving and freezing?

Aren't we here to "clean up the imperial court"? How did it become a "petition"?

MacArthur's half-truthful remark instantly seized the initiative, creating an atmosphere that "the Army has been forced into a desperate situation of survival and can only petition the President with grief and indignation", causing the Army soldiers to temporarily fall into a state of shutdown;

If Springfield were to engage in a war of words with MacArthur, she would have to do so—she would have to first overwhelm him on the grounds of "morality," explain the situation from the facts, and appease the soldiers from the perspective of interests, and then she could question the purpose of his visit;

but...

Idiot, idiot..

Haruta sneered in his heart.

Even I, a human being, know that this is rebellion!

Having already rushed to the gate of the White House, they are now hesitating and hesitant?

What's the point of engaging in a war of words?

You shouldn't have given me a chance to speak! Just shoot!

Just shoot me and all morality will disappear! The military government is also the government!

A dictatorship is more of a government!

Another idiot who thinks he is a dictator but is actually poisoned by "democracy".

Forget it, let me give you some more strength!

Chuntian's mouth curled up, revealing a hint of sneer: "If I say no?"

"I..."

"If I say no, are you going to shoot me?"

Springfield paused, looked over MacArthur and others, and shouted: "Soldiers! If you think I can no longer represent the American people, if you think I can no longer serve as President of the United States, and if you think I have betrayed the Constitution and the country, then raise your Springfield rifles! Aim at my heart! And pull the trigger!"

"Right here! Right now! Shoot your president! Use the fire and bullets in your guns to enforce your so-called 'justice' and 'loyalty'!"

“Buzz!”

These words swept across the entire arena like an invisible shockwave. All the soldiers froze in their tracks.

Raise a gun?

Shoot the president? Right in front of the White House?

Not to mention the ordinary soldiers at the back, even the commandos at the front, many of them began to tremble violently with their guns unconsciously dropping.

It is obvious that even if their own interests were harmed, even if they put aside the Constitution and the country, and even if there was no force that could resist them, they could not convince themselves to open fire on Springfield.

Perhaps it was Springfield's privileged status, perhaps it was the fear of divine retribution, perhaps it was the federal government's policies that had benefited their families, perhaps it was because...

In short, the rebels' momentum was suppressed.

Realizing that the situation was not good, Major Richard Sutherland raised his pistol and shouted hysterically:

"Don't listen to her! She's stalling for time! She's a tyrant! Shoot! Follow your orders! Fire! Kill her!"

This statement completely exposed the position of MacArthur and others. What "petition"?

What is this "clearing the court"? It's all bullshit!

This is a naked attempt to kill the president and rebel!

However, just as Major Richard shouted these words, before a new round of noise spread among the crowd, a deafening gunshot suddenly rang out from the distance!

The atmosphere was already extremely tense, and the gunshots were immediately interpreted as the signal to launch a general attack. The officers and commandos at the front, acting as if by instinct, even opened fire in the direction of Springfield with their eyes closed!

"Da da da da da da da da da da..."

Flames emanated from various pistols, rifles, and submachine guns. As if to vent their fear and anxiety, everyone frantically pulled the trigger until all the bullets in the magazines or clips were empty!

This level of passive invasive copper poisoning would make even a tough guy look like a sieve...right??!!

When the smoke cleared, the attackers in the front row who were firing seemed to be strangled by someone, their mouths wide open!

Because everyone clearly saw that a layer of almost invisible light blue light blocked all the bullets!

Ms. Field is safe and sound!

However, this scene only lasted for a few seconds.

Chuntian waved his hand lightly, and all the bullets fell into the lawn with a jingle, and the light curtain disappeared in an instant, making people think that they were just dazzled.

After witnessing the "miracle" with their own eyes, the scene was silent for a full minute.

Until Haruta spoke again, his voice was still so gentle, but it was an order that no one could resist:

"My soldiers, surround all the rebels in front of us. No one is allowed to escape, and no one is allowed to die."

A lieutenant came back to his senses in a flash, his eyes filled with anger and determination at being deceived. His face was pale, and he screamed at the top of his lungs:

"Drop your weapons! Everyone, drop your weapons! MacArthur wants us to shoot the president! This is treason! Real treason! Obey the president's orders! Catch these sons of bitches! Don't let them get away!!"

This shout also became the signal to "launch a general attack."

The soldiers dropped their guns as if they had just woken up from a dream, and with overwhelming anger and great fear, they roared and pounced like tigers and wolves on MacArthur and others who had already been stunned and forgot even to resist.

Farther away, a purple-haired figure put away the sniper rifle that transcended time, looked at the messy and turbulent White House lawn, and smirked in boredom.

Humph, when will this thing over here end? When can I go to China or Japan?

I...I'm not thinking about him!

625 Judgment Day

When the sun just peeped out halfway, the hasty, deceptive, and speechless coup and assassination attempt in front of the South Lawn of the White House had basically come to an end.

The NGW, which had been deliberately transferred to clean up the situation, arrived at the scene, surrounded all the US Army troops who had actively or passively participated in the rebellion, took over the "leading rebels" from them and protected them.

Compared to the furious group of U.S. Army junior officers and soldiers who had nearly beaten MacArthur and his men to death if Springfield hadn't spoken, the "Saints' Guards" were calm, as if the one being attacked wasn't Springfield, but someone insignificant.

On the contrary, they looked at MacArthur and others with eyes full of disdain and pity.

That's it? That's it?

Do you want to hurt Her Majesty the Saint just like this? Rebellion?

murder?

Armed coup?

Are you trying to make me laugh to death?

Even a fool knows that Ms. Field is blessed by God, or maybe even God himself. Did you never watch the news before you rebelled?

It's so stupid it's even kind of cute.

Before Springfield was actually harmed, this group of people's beliefs were no less firm than those of the most original Communists.

"Ms. Field, what's next?"

A senior NGW commander, a farmer's son from Tennessee, bowed slightly and asked:

"Lock everyone up, or..."

"There's no place around here where so many people are being held, Jack."

Haruta smiled and patted his subordinate's shoulder:

"Alright, first protect them and don't let anyone harm them. If nothing else, arrange for someone to notify Congress, the media, and the residents of Washington. Gather at the White House at 9:00 AM. Notify as many people as possible... I will... personally conduct a public trial for this rebellion."

"Yes!"

The NGW commander took his orders and left. Haruta glanced at the soldiers whose faces were filled with anger, surprise, regret, and even tears of frustration because they couldn't squeeze to the front to beat MacArthur and others. He raised his right hand:

"Soldiers!"

"Wow!"

Pairs of leather boots made soft sounds. The soldiers hunched their bodies and lowered their heads, as if they did not dare to look at the man. They just waited silently for orders, or perhaps, for punishment.

"I will now give you my first order."

Chuntian's attention fell on the yellow copper products scattered on the lawn. He smiled and looked calm, not at all like someone who had suffered betrayal and assassination.

"Collect all these bullet casings and bullets. I want all the bullets fired at your president to be picked up by your own hands."

The soldiers were stunned for a moment, then straightened their backs and responded enthusiastically: "Yes! Your Excellency!"

Immediately, they scattered, spontaneously kneeling and crawling on the lawn, searching and groping for the copper casings still warm from the smoke of gunpowder under the dim streetlights, their movements cautiously, as if they were not garbage but some kind of sacred symbol of atonement;

Every shell casing, especially the bullet, was carefully picked up, cleaned, and held in the palm of their hands. The anger of being deceived and the shame of being fooled in the hearts of these soldiers subsided a little, and were replaced by a sense of atonement that was almost like a religious ritual and a deep respect and awe for the woman in front of them.

"Okay, keep these things for yourselves!"

Looking at the soldiers who seemed to be treating a "sacred object," Chuntian smiled and said, "Second order, everyone assemble according to your company and immediately begin checking each other to see if there are any MacArthur lackeys hiding among you."

"yes! "

Soon, two quick-witted "commandos" who had taken advantage of the chaos to hide among the soldiers in the rear were pulled out. They desperately kowtowed on the ground and begged for mercy, but Haruta didn't even look at them and continued to ask:

"Any more?"

"

The crowd was quiet.

"I'll give you one last chance. Stand up on your own, and I can treat you like an ordinary rebel."

33

Still quiet.

There was no way, Chuntian sighed and stretched out his finger:

"Over there, yes, that's you, the one with red hair. Counting from you, you're the seventh person behind you. Do you want me to say it again? Or do you think I didn't remember you when you shot me?"

Another "commando member" was pulled out - in fact, he was just an ordinary soldier, but he felt that MacArthur and others were going to do something big and wanted to get some credit, so he took advantage of the dark and windy night to sneak into the front row, and then took advantage of the chaos to sneak back.

This is a typical example of "too clever by half".

But even more terrifying is Springfield.

Who can remember the face of every attacker when being bombarded by hundreds or even thousands of bullets?

Everyone was even more in awe of His Excellency the President.

"Third order, everyone line up and wait quietly. This matter must be resolved today."

Two hours later, the South Lawn of the White House was already crowded with people. The NGW and the police maintained order and organized the crowd of at least 3 people to sit or stand in appropriate locations, waiting for the public trial to begin.

Through the previous broadcast and last night's farce, most of Washington already knew that a military coup had taken place against Ms. Field last night. After receiving the summons, they rushed to the White House worriedly, and only when they saw the figure sitting on the temporary platform did they feel relieved.

Who is the one who is rebelling? Damn it!

He must be killed!