1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Compared with the simple-minded ordinary people and the reporters who were just ready and waiting for the big news to be released, the congressmen and officials who were in Washington and rushed to the scene were worried.

Who is so crazy?

Is this going to involve me? What is President Field going to do?

She's not going to do a Texas-style purge of Washington, D.C., is she?

Apart from NGW, what are these heavily armed soldiers doing? Could it be that the situation has become so serious that the US Army has to intervene? And so on.

At nine o'clock, Chuntian stood up, and the room immediately fell silent. She picked up a microphone connected to a loudspeaker, and her voice was clear and carried to every corner. It was calm, but every word was weighty:

"Citizens, soldiers, parliamentarians, judges, journalists... I should welcome you all here, but my heavy heart prevents me from making many flowery speeches;"

"Because last night, right here on this land, a horrific armed rebellion broke out. A group of American soldiers, instigated and coerced by a handful of conspirators, attempted to storm the White House, overthrow the democratically elected government, and even plotted to assassinate me, the president."

"!! !"

A muffled exclamation and gasps echoed from the crowd. Confirmed!

It's an armed coup!

Immediately, the crowd's shock was replaced by a greater wave of anger, and curses rang out like a tide!

Chuntian waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet:

"Alright everyone, please listen to me... I experienced all of this firsthand. Therefore, all of my accusations below are the bare facts stated on behalf of an American president who was once pointed at by his own soldiers..."

Next, Haruta briefly and accurately described everything that happened last night - how she discovered the conspiracy, how she deliberately dispersed the NGW to avoid bloodshed, how MacArthur and others shot her, and how the deceived soldiers finally turned against her...

As for why Haruta remained unharmed despite being bombarded with so many bullets...no one cared, as if it had become some kind of "common sense": the Mechanical Saint would not be hurt.

So, after hearing the description, most people's first reaction is similar to that of NGWs:

Who?

Did you take too much opium?

How dare you launch a coup against President Field, the only living saint blessed by God?

Shooting?

Even the Jew's close-range attack couldn't hurt Ms. Field!

How come you all forgot to sigh?

"Alright, that's basically what happened. This is my accusation. Now, please invite all relevant participants and witnesses to the scene... Someone, bring up the officers who carried out the coup!"

As a dozen disheveled men were brought onto the stage by NGW and forced to show their faces, everyone was completely stunned and could hardly believe their eyes!

That guy...seems... a little familiar...

It should be...Mac...Mac...MacArthur!

Douglas MacArthur!! U.S. Army Chief of Staff?!

The mastermind of armed rebellion and assassination of the president?! Oh my God...this is simply a fantasy! However, the facts are here.

Looking at the group of army officers on the stage who even exuded the smell of chaos and gunpowder, listening to President Field's unquestionable statement, and thinking about the troop movements and gunshots last night, no one could disbelieve it.

With his face covered in bruises, his uniform torn, his eye sockets sunken, his eyes unfocused, and a chaotic air of half madness and half despair all over his body, the hunched-over "American Caesar" was pushed to the center of the stage, and the cold microphone of the loudspeaker was brought to his lips.

"General MacArthur."

Haruta asked coldly:

"Do you admit before all the American citizens present, before the cameras of the media, and before the Constitution to which you swore allegiance, that you planned, incited, and personally directed the armed attack on the White House last night with the intent to assassinate me and overthrow the federal government?"

MacArthur seemed to have not yet recovered from the shock of the early morning. He was stunned for a long time. Looking at the tens of thousands of gazes with different meanings piercing like swords in the dead silence of the audience, he suddenly shuddered.

Rebellion...Oh, yes, I rebel...No!

I didn't rebel!

I'm just... just petitioning!

After hearing Springfield's words clearly, MacArthur brainwashed himself for a while and began to habitually quibble and lie:

"Misunderstanding! This is a complete misunderstanding, Mr. President! I just came to you to petition! I want you to withdraw..."

"Withdraw the decision to cut the Army budget and reduce Army personnel? Regardless of whether this is true or not, even if it is true, so what?"

Haruta rudely interrupted his defense and looked at the crowd around him:

"Citizens! Even if I really want to completely dismantle the U.S. Army, will you oppose me!!!"

"...Won't!!"

The audience was stunned for a moment, then erupted in a chorus of "agreements." This wasn't just out of respect for Springfield himself or awe at the president's power; it was primarily because the U.S. Army held a rather low status in the hearts of Americans.

The United States is a strange country where "states came before the federal government, and state soldiers came before the federal army." The people of each state generally trust their "own troops" (National Guard) more than anything else, and have a very bad impression of the U.S. Federal Army, which was created to suppress and intimidate the states.

In addition, due to class issues and "utility issues", the treatment of the army before and after World War I was almost the same as that of prisoners. This further led to the army soldiers having basically no sense of military honor, military discipline collapsed, and the people hated them even more, forming a vicious circle.

So, suppress or even disband the army?

Great!

what?

What will happen to national security after the abolition?

Isn't this the NGW with the National Guard and Ms. Field? Just lay them off!

No one cares about disarmament except the army itself.

"Even if you really did come here to petition, why did you come to me in the middle of the night with over a thousand fully armed soldiers? And even shoot at me? Is that a petition?!"

MacArthur was speechless. Springfield waved his hand towards the army soldiers standing nearby.

"Soldiers! Tell me! What happened a few hours ago? Was the event you were deceived into participating in a petition or a rebellion?!"

"Rebellion! Rebellion! Rebellion!"

The soldiers raised the shells and bullets in their hands, and their roars were filled with grief and indignation that anyone could hear. Chuntian waved his hand and they fell silent again, which seemed to be a sign of disobedience.

"So, Mr. MacArthur, whether you admit it or not, this was a complete rebellion, a rebellion that you personally planned, organized, led, and launched!"

"It wasn't me! Mr. President! It was them! It was those bastards! They were the ones who incited the soldiers and acted in a perverted way! It was Sutherland who shot Parker! It was them and McCoy who mobilized the troops! They deceived the soldiers!"

Even at this point, MacArthur was still desperately denying it. Just like he had done the last time when he blamed Hoover, Patton, Eisenhower and others for the suppression of the veterans, he once again tried to shift the blame to others:

"I... I was forced into it after they took action! I just... I just wanted to stop the chaos! I tried to stop them from hurting you! The bullets hitting you during the chaos weren't my orders! It was out of control! It was completely out of control!"

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The uproar from the audience grew louder.

To be honest, Chuntian was also shocked.

She had long anticipated that MacArthur would shift the blame to his subordinates, but she did not expect him to do so so decisively, so quickly, so shamelessly, and so completely ignore the actual situation.

What's going on in this guy's mind?

Does he really think that this will absolve him of his guilt?

MacArthur didn't think he could escape responsibility after causing such a big incident (and the key point was that he failed). His plan was actually:

Reduce guilt.

After all, Marshal Mai is one of the three flags of the United States. As long as he can get away with it on the surface and drag out the case, there will naturally be people behind the scenes who will help him get away with it for various reasons!

Even Pershing, whose wife he ruined, will definitely help!

In this way, at least there will be no death penalty!

As for the subordinates he blamed, it was just like the last time he blamed Patton and Eisenhower, and they could just pick it up later!

However, the pampered and arrogant Master Mai forgot, or rather, he had to force himself to pretend to forget, one thing:

Unlike the last crackdown on veterans, which they could get away with by saying "upholding their duty," this time it's blatant treason!

Treason + armed coup + assassination of the president...even a fool knows that the death penalty is inevitable! At the very least, life imprisonment!

We can take the blame for other minor crimes on behalf of our superiors. After all, there will always be some compensation in the future, and taking the blame does not necessarily mean we will suffer any loss.

But who the hell dares to take on the risk of losing their head?!

What's more, even if I help take the blame, what good will it do?

As long as the saintly lady of Springfield is in power, even if he has the protection of many people, can MacArthur, who caused such a thing, still have any future?

To go against the gods is to go to hell!

Therefore, Marshal Mai's attempt to pass on the blame immediately drove several of his subordinates into a panic, especially those who were named.

"General! How could you do this!?"

Richard Sutherland, already weakened by the blow to his head from a soldier, was now betrayed without hesitation by his "father." He was furious, his eyes bloodshot, and he looked like a madman, tears streaming down his face.

"It was you who ordered us to assemble the troops! It was you who said we must 'eliminate the corrupt officials and restore the Constitution'! It was you who told me to shoot Parker! Last night on the South Lawn, you were the first to shout about storming the White House! You are the mastermind!"

McCoy, the commander of the Washington Garrison, who was almost forced to come here, also collapsed and screamed:

"I never agreed to join the rebellion! You forced me to come at gunpoint! If I hadn't agreed to deceive the soldiers, I would have been killed like Parker!"

"That's right! It's you! It's you at Fort McNair..."

Driven by their survival instinct, the others also began to criticize MacArthur. There was no trace of the "unity and determination to kill the president" that had existed just a few hours ago. Some even wanted to talk about that incident:

"...You also told us that if we succeeded in killing Roosevelt, Texas would definitely..."

"Shut up, you cowardly dog!"

MacArthur interrupted with a sharp roar, trying to hide the more terrible secret, but it was too late.

Words like "Roosevelt" and "Texas" were like a bomb thrown into a pond, instantly triggering associations among the people in the audience.

"What? The Vice President is in danger in Texas?" "MacArthur even wants to kill the Vice President?"

"Oh my God! What on earth does he want to do?!" "Traitor! Traitor!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Seeing the people growing increasingly angry, Haruta intervened and soothed them:

"Don't worry, everyone. The Vice President has already sent a telegram back. The two officers MacArthur sent to assassinate him refused to carry out the order. They have revealed the conspiracy to us and assisted us in eliminating the rebels. He is safe and sound, so please don't worry..."

After hearing what Springfield said, MacArthur suddenly had an idea and shouted like a madman:

"It's you! It's you! You knew what I was going to do! So you set a trap for me on purpose, didn't you? Are you enjoying my failure? Playing with me like a cat and a mouse?!"

"And Roosevelt! You're all in the same group! You're all in the same group! Everything...everything! It was all set up by you! It was to purge the Army! It was to completely eradicate me, right? You deliberately lured me into the trap! Right? Right! Right!!"

"Yes, so what? No, so what?"

Springfield looked nonchalant, even tilting his head slightly, looking quite adorable. "Could it be that you've already started organizing a rebellion, and I can only wait for you to kill me? Or did I force you to do this by pointing my Springfield M1903 rifle at your head?"

There were sighs and sounds of contempt from the bottom line.

Yes, even if someone set a trap for you, who can you blame if you foolishly jumped into it? What other purpose does your saying this serve other than highlighting your own stupidity and Her Highness the Saint's wisdom?

How did such an idiot become the Army Chief of Staff... "You...you..."

The huge sense of shame almost broke MacArthur's will, but Springfield's words suddenly reminded him of another thing:

yes!

How could I forget!

The best scapegoat!

This was already my intended target! All I need is a mastermind!

As long as there is a mastermind!

As long as there is a mastermind, I can survive! "He! Yes! It's him! Butler!"

MacArthur turned his head and looked at the man who had been hiding at the back of the crowd. His eyes were instantly filled with resentment and madness.

"He's the real mastermind behind this whole conspiracy! He was the one who instigated me to say 'risk your own survival'! He was the one who told me the White House was poorly guarded! He was the one who suggested launching a coup! He also... "

At this point, MacArthur was startled and quickly shut up, changing his words: "I...I was just deceived by him! He is the culprit! He is the mastermind behind everything! There is even someone behind him who is remotely directing everything!"

There are some things that cannot be said, because if you say them, something bad will happen...

Seeing MacArthur shouting at the top of his lungs, his cronies, who had just been arguing with him, instantly understood the seriousness of the situation and quickly joined in the clamor, throwing all the dirty water at Butler, the retired Major General of the Marine Corps.

After all, among all the people, only this person is an "outsider". Labeling him as the mastermind and sentencing him to death by hanging will not only make him speechless, but I believe the people behind him will also be very happy to see it.