1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

"We can't rest... Once the snow starts to fall, it will be difficult to fight..." Fujiwara Kanezane shook his head.

"Gather everyone! After we finish this battle, we still have another one to fight!"

"okay..."

Following the sharp whistle, the troops were summoned in a moment. They all looked at the newcomer with respect and whispered greetings:

"Your Highness! /Commander! /Miss Shi Ling!"

Over the past half month, all members of this cavalry unit of about 1600 people have been completely conquered by the two men in front of them.

Whether they were Chinese soldiers or Japanese soldiers, whether they were ordinary people or Communists hidden in the ranks.

Until now, I'm afraid everyone in China and Japan has assumed that His Highness Kanezane is near Manchuria, commanding the 129th Division to besiege Su Bingwen's troops in Hailar!

However, it is not at all.

While spreading false information, Fujiwara no Kanezane led his men from Chifeng, through the Keshiketeng Pass in the Yanshan Mountains, into the Hunshandake Desert, and then headed southwest along the Xilin Gol Grassland.

Under the personal command of Fujiwara no Kanezane, they perfectly circumvented all Chinese defenders and even all herders along the way. With their absolutely accurate battlefield sense, they marched directly to the Ordos grasslands near Yulin, where the Communist Party was located!

A thousand-kilometer dash... who could have imagined it?

The most terrifying thing was that even the logistical support was so perfect—except for a dozen soldiers who fell ill and exhausted, and the soldiers who stayed behind to take care of them, almost everyone was safe and sound!

Uh...the thousand or so war horses that died or were abandoned don't count.

This is no longer just "audacious"; it is simply a divine miracle!

When a man of such noble status as His Highness and a weak woman like President Ma Shiling can go to the front line, eat and live together, and not fear life and death, what else can these grown men say!

Just follow the scenery!

By the way, the agent was so heavy that no warhorse could carry her, so she had no choice but to be airdropped nearby.

"Comrades!"

Fujiwara Kanezane stood in front of everyone with his hands on his hips, his voice hoarse and his face haggard, but his eyes were brighter than before, making people dare not look directly at him:

"You know my ideal—to build a strong country with a harmonious and stable society where the people live and work in peace and contentment! Northeast China, or the Five-Star Oriental Republic, is the starting point of my ideal!"

"But is that all we need to do?" "Of course not!"

"I want all of Japan, all of China, and all of East Asia to become paradise! I want every citizen here to have enough food and clothing, to live with dignity and integrity, to have children learn to read and write, and to have parents well cared for in their old age!"

With a click, everyone stood up straight, their heels touching. Your Highness's ideal is our ideal!

"But now, some people want to collude with the Soviets and split the Mongolian grasslands from China and East Asia! Those backward and corrupt Mongolian princes still want to continue to ride on the people's shoulders and show off their power!"

Fujiwara Kanezane shouted loudly:

"Tell me! What should we do?"

“Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!!”

The roar was so powerful that it made the winter grassland tremble, and many hidden wild animals hid deeper.

"Ordinary people" like Kuribayashi Tadamichi, who had lost a lot of weight, looked up at Fujiwara Kanezane with fanaticism in their eyes, while Communist Party members like Tian Weiyang had complicated feelings.

Regardless of our position as enemies, this Japanese man is truly an outstanding person among outstanding people...

Honestly, I don't know how we're going to get back after this battle, but if Fujiwara Kanezane wants to leave alone, I'm sure everyone here will cover for him without hesitation...

As for Nishi Takeichi, his mood was the most complicated.

As a young newcomer who had just joined Trotsky's "World Socialist Revolutionary Party", he was Japanese, a member of the Communist Party, and a friend of Fujiwara Kanezane. This emotional tearing was the most painful.

As a Japanese and a friend, he should have followed Fujiwara no Kanezane without hesitation, but as a Communist, it was difficult for him to watch him go against the Communist Party and take a non-communist path;

However, the path that Fujiwara Kanezane himself advocated did not seem to have any problems, but was actually very consistent with Nishi Takeichi's values.

Could it be that besides communism, there really is another path to choose? After much thought, he still couldn't figure it out. Finally, Xi Zhuyi could only sigh inwardly, stand up and salute:

"Your Highness, please give the order!"

"Alright! Everyone! Get on your horses! Target! Bailing Temple!"

On January 1, 1933, 3000 Han and Mongolian soldiers from the First Cavalry Division of the Chinese Communist Red Army's Northward Anti-Japanese Corps attacked Sunite Right Banner. After a fierce battle, they killed King Demchugdonglupu and his followers, who were trying to collude with the Japanese and split Inner Mongolia.

On January 2, 1933, 1600 Chinese and Japanese soldiers from a cavalry unit of the Five-Star Eastern Republic Army stormed the Bailingmiao area of ​​the Ordos grasslands and slaughtered King A and King Kang, who intended to collude with King De to split Mongolia.

I will beat Mongolia if anyone messes with me;

Everyone has a bright future.

429 Kill the nobles! Kill the lamas! Plow the house and sweep the holes!

When the first heavy snow fell in 1933, three princes died on the grassland...

Not many people know.

The grasslands were already isolated from information, and it was even more so since it was winter break. No matter if they were nobles or herdsmen, they all hid in their tents to avoid the cold. Apart from pooping and peeing, who would have the energy to go out?

So, not only was it that almost no one noticed the troops marching (and even if they did, there was no time to pass on the news), but even after the battle was over, many herders were still shivering in their dens holding their lambs, not knowing what had happened!

"Political Commissar Yun!"

"Hello, Political Commissar Yun!"

"Commissar Yun! How's your injury?!" "I'm fine, I'm fine!"

Political Commissar Yun of the Cavalry Division walked around the camp with his arms folded, greeting everyone he saw.

Last night was too dark and the unlucky guy's horse tripped over the railing, breaking his right arm. After a simple bandage, he returned to work.

The first thing is to determine the results of the battle.

"...Are you sure this is Prince De?"

"Confirmed! We've found over twenty people to identify him, and they all say it's Prince De!"

"Oh...thank you for your hard work..."

Political Commissar Yun sighed inwardly.

In fact, he and Commander Xu both preferred to capture Prince De alive and then hold a public trial in Sunite Right Banner to expose this guy's crimes to the world and enhance the legitimacy of the killing;

Otherwise, those herdsmen with too strong feudal ideas are likely to resist.

But who can say for sure about war?

Just like his political commissar Yun accidentally broke his arm during the battle, Prince De was shot in the head by a stray bullet while fleeing.

Fortunately, the Corps' order was "capture alive or kill", so the mission was accomplished.

"What were the results?"

"We're still counting the captured horses and other supplies. We killed 675 people on the spot! We captured 1856! And about 2000 escaped!"

"perhaps?"

"Well, yes, because none of the prisoners knew how many troops King De had... Maybe King De himself didn't know. Oh, and we also killed a few people who didn't look like Mongolians. We asked around and found out they were Japanese."

"...Okay, take good care of the prisoners. Have the Mongolian comrades prepare to conduct ideological and political work with them... The Japanese... just treat them like ordinary people for now!"

"Yes!"

"Have we found out the extent of our losses and the consumption of our supplies?"

"Including you, there are 37 comrades in total... As for supplies, the main thing is..."

After arranging a bunch of things within his responsibilities, Political Commissar Yun went into Commander Xu's tent.

"Comrade Division Commander!"

"Comrade Political Commissar, why are you here?"

"You're asking this question... Can you still sleep if I don't come?"

"Haha, it's because you're injured... But I think you can sleep peacefully for a while!"

Commander Xu handed the telegram he had just received to Political Commissar Yun, who glanced at it, not seeming very surprised, and nodded.

"Okay, in that case, I'll make the arrangements."

The corps headquarters where the instructor was located issued a new order to the cavalry division: there was no need to rush back to Yulin to report the results of the battle. The entire army should go directly to Sunite Right Banner to set up camp, avoid the wind and snow, and stabilize the area.

This is mainly the job of the political commissar. "What arrangements?"

"Of course, we're doing ideological and political work for the people of Sunite Right Banner. Although Prince De deserved to die, if we don't explain clearly why we're killing him, there might be chaos..."

"Oh, you're really thoughtful." "Don't be so modest, Comrade Commander."

Political Commissar Yun could see that Commander Xu had actually had this idea for a long time, but he was deliberately saying it to give himself, the newly arrived political commissar, more opportunities to show off!

It's quite pleasant to get along with such people.

At the command, the Red Army Cavalry Division, which had just won the victory, set into action again, carrying a large number of prisoners and supplies, heading northeast, and soon arrived at the Sunite Right Banner's base before the new heavy snow fell.

But Xu Yun and the other man didn't know that a big event was happening near Bailing Temple, about 200 kilometers southwest of them.

Bailing Temple, a famous Buddhist resort in the southern part of the desert, is a large-scale building and is praised as "a magical fairy palace on the grassland";

This temple, with its carved beams and painted buildings, colorful thangkas, flying eaves, and a blend of Chinese and Tibetan styles, has attracted countless Buddhist monks and living Buddhas to come and practice, preach, and teach the Dharma.

In June this year, the 9th Panchen Lama of Tibet even visited Bailing Temple to give lectures and chant scriptures. More than 20,000 noble monks and devout believers from Xinjiang, Khalkha in Outer Mongolia, Xilin Gol and other places participated in the ceremony, giving alms, burning incense, and receiving ordination.

It can be said that Bailing Temple is the most important religious gathering point in the southern part of the desert. There are more monks and nobles than ordinary people. If a piece of paint falls off, it will be a big deal and several slaves will have to chop off their heads.

However, today in Bailing Temple, a raging battle broke out in the heavy snow and ended quickly in just two hours.

A group of people knelt tremblingly in the open space in the center of the main temple, looking at the strange army that suddenly appeared in front of them, not even daring to cry.

According to the rules of the grasslands, being attacked in the middle of winter, especially in heavy snow, usually means that the attacker is completely "starved" and on the verge of death, so he would take such a risky and desperate fight;

In other words, facing such attackers, the best outcome for the attacked is to have all their property robbed and then freeze or starve to death in the winter.

Although the equipment of the army in front of them looked quite expensive, no one thought that the powerful army that could defeat the more than 2000 troops of King Kang and King A in one wave and kill the two kings would be gentle to them.

Everyone knows that there are four major military merits: being the first to reach the enemy, breaking the enemy's formation, beheading the general, and capturing the flag. Of these, beheading the general is the most difficult and holds the greatest military merit!

And this army, as if they knew where the Second King was from the beginning, rushed straight at them, one wave knocking down the guards, another wave chopping off the enemy's heads!

The rule on the grassland is that the more powerful an army is at fighting, the more brutal it is.

Oh, I heard that the "Red Army" in Yulin seems a little different. Although it is extremely powerful, it seems to be quite good to the people.

But that is just a distant legend after all;

Besides, we can't expect the emergence of a second Red Army, right? Everyone's heart is filled with despair.

"Have the casualties been confirmed? Have the results of the battle been confirmed? Where are the heads of those two bastards? Hang them up and let them air dry!"

Fujiwara no Kanezane rode his horse around and gave orders for various matters. When he looked around, no one dared to look at him except his own soldiers. They all lowered their heads, as if they saw the Huo Qubing that their grassland ancestors had seen before.

And someone seems to be as cruel as that genius Huo:

"What? What about the captured noble monks? What the hell are you going to do? You want to take them back to warm your bed? They're not prisoners! Bring them all here and chop them up! I'll personally supervise the execution!"

In fact, Fujiwara no Kanezane had a better way to deal with this group of people, according to the political and ideological work methods taught to the CCP, such as the "grievance meeting";

However, on the one hand, my current status is not suitable, on the other hand, time is too tight, and on the other hand, I lack the corresponding talents;

On the other hand, the great demon king Fujiwara Chisato came to the grassland to kill people and establish his authority, so why would he be so gentle?

Just leave the gentleness to the CCP.

Following Fujiwara no Kanezane's order, hundreds of noble gentlemen who were once extremely respected on the grassland were driven to the high platform in the square like livestock and made to kneel.

"Finally, is there anyone who knows both Chinese and Mongolian?"

Fujiwara Kanezane stood on the stage with his hands on his hips and asked the question three times.

If he really couldn't find anyone, he planned to ask an agent or UMP40 to act as a Mongolian translator.

Finally, a twenty-something man wearing glasses timidly raised his hand: "Yes! Yes! I can speak some Mongolian! I can communicate with them!"

Everyone's eyes swept over. UMP40 raised an eyebrow and whispered something to Fujiwara Kanezane. He nodded and pointed.

"Okay! Then you! Come up!" "Yes! Yes!"

The man ran forward and began to act as an interpreter obediently.

The first thing Fujiwara no Kanezane demanded was that all the herdsmen and slaves in the audience must stand and watch him and the nobles on the stage, even if they could not stand straight.

Thus, under the threat of knives and guns, the "bitches" in the audience, who had spent half their lives kneeling on the ground and watching the "nobles" showing off their power, experienced for the first time what it meant to "turn the tables."

The nobles kneel and we stand.