American Strategic Deception Bureau

　However, compared to the smell on this "Road of Death", the smell of the "re-education camp" in Madiun City, where these prisoners were eventually escorted, was probably ten times more terrifying!

　The so-called "re-education camps" are, in theory, political prisons set up by the current Indonesian right-wing government to "reform" supporters and members of the Indonesian Communist Party.

　Above all, it was a black prison set up by reactionary local tyrants, priests and capitalists in various places. The military government just gave it a name.

　But American soldiers called Madiun's "re-education camp" a "human slaughterhouse."

　Because compared to this "re-education camp", Nazi Germany's Auschwitz concentration camp can be considered a humanitarian charity camp.

　Even the scale of torture and killing in Baigongguan and Zhazidong in Chongqing, China, was not as extreme as the "re-education camps" here.

　——Perhaps only the human blood sacrifices of the ancient Aztec Empire can be barely compared with this bloodthirsty beast den.

　At the entrance to this "re-education camp" is a tower of skulls. Hundreds of human heads, which have not yet completely decayed, are embedded between rammed earth and cement. The terrifying grinning expressions and the visual impact of the stacked heads are enough to make people suffer from claustrophobia in an instant.

　Next came a long row of naked bodies, both men and women, nailed to walls, trees, and even crosses. Some were already dead, while others were still gasping for breath. The pungent stench of decay and blood was enough to make one want to vomit.

　As for the interior of the re-education camps, it was like a biblical hell. Severed limbs and arms were everywhere, bloated corpses infested with flies were everywhere, and blackened human heads were hung everywhere. Heart-wrenching screams echoed everywhere. On wooden racks soaked in blood, like in a butcher's shop, bloody, dying bodies were hung, and behind them stood cold-blooded butchers wielding knives.

　——These are gang members of the "Jihadi Youth Group" skinning people alive to make extra money for themselves.

　It is said that recently, for some unknown reason, a customer has been buying human skin at a high price to use it to copy Buddhist scriptures.

　Although the "Jihad Youth League" believes in Allah, it does not prevent them from skinning the communist bandits in their own country and selling them to foreign Buddhist tycoons to make money.

　Of course, even if human skin suddenly became very valuable, not all human skin could be sold: some "red bandits" had too many scars on their bodies, or had skin diseases, covered with red spots and pustules, and their skin was too poor to be used to make human skin books, so no one would peel their skin.

　But this didn't mean these "suspected bandits" of "poor skin" were spared as a blessing in disguise. On the contrary, because these people weren't even worth being skinned, they became playthings for the bloodthirsty thugs, and their deaths became increasingly bizarre and indescribable.

　Some were chopped off their limbs by the mob, thrown into cauldrons and cooked, and then the surviving captives were forced to eat their own flesh.

　Some were made into the "blood eagles" of Viking legend, their ribs split from the back and pulled to the sides like bloody wings.

　Some Indonesian thugs tried to recreate the Romanian "Impalmer" feat of the past, impaling men and women on sharpened wooden spears or sharpened steel bars, and then standing them up in rows, like a forest of death made of corpses.

　In addition, there are also ways to cut people's throats with steel wire, strangle people by cutting open their stomachs and pulling out their intestines, cook people with steam, etc. There are really many creative ways.

　There are so many novel ideas for killing people that even the American Vietnam War veterans who think they are knowledgeable can't help but exclaim that they are outrageous.

　In short, once you enter the "re-education camps" run by the "Mujahideen Youth League," whether you're a man or a woman, whether you're a true communist or just being wrongly accused, you can't expect to come out of it intact... Well, no, there are exceptions sometimes.

　When John Simmons' company finished its "cleansing the countryside" mission for the day and escorted the prisoners to the "re-education camp", they saw a middle-aged female CIA agent with a prosthetic leg, who was commanding a group of followers and walking leisurely through this meat grinder filled with a terrible smell, checking the naked female prisoners brought in from all over the place one by one, mainly those who looked younger and prettier.

　Whenever the one-legged female agent took a fancy to a naked woman, she would point with her hand, and an interpreter following her would stamp a seal on her arm. The American soldiers next to her would then take the woman out and escort her to an open space outside the door.

　For the naked women who were captured, this was almost their only way to escape the death cave. So they all stared with wide eyes, trying to get close to the female agent, trying their best to show off their coquettishness. The look of expectation filled with the desire to survive was simply unbearable to look at.

　But this CIA female agent was obviously used to seeing all kinds of cruel hell on earth, and would never lower her standards because of any pleading. The Indonesian women she could pick out were all young and beautiful, and there might not be one qualified one among twenty or thirty female prisoners.

　Just as the one-legged CIA agent approached the prisoners being escorted by John Simmons' "cleansing the countryside" team and began to examine them critically, a minibus suddenly drove up beside them. Several "Mujahideen Youth" thugs with red cloths wrapped around their heads jumped out, along with a naked mixed-race woman who was tied up. The CIA agent turned around and her eyes suddenly lit up.

　The newly arrived mixed-race girl was clearly tortured. Blood oozed from the corners of her mouth, and bamboo sticks were stabbed into her feet and hands. Her toes and fingers were covered in blood, swollen and bruised like carrots. But her beautiful face, with its thick eyebrows, large eyes, deep features, voluptuous breasts, and graceful figure, still made the American soldiers present drool.

　——In the eyes of Americans, Southeast Asian women are like children, not only with flat faces but also with

　Her breasts looked like they had been slapped in a frying pan, and they were flat as if they were at an airport. There were very few beauties as curvaceous as this mixed-race woman, who clearly had white ancestry, and who met the American aesthetic.

　So, the CIA female spy immediately raised her finger and pointed, "This woman! I want her! She'll be the top star in Bali!"

　Upon hearing this, the interpreter rushed forward and stamped the mixed-race girl's shoulder. Immediately, two American soldiers roughly pushed aside the still-dazed "Mujahideen Youth" thugs and forcibly carried the mixed-race girl away.

　Seeing that the Americans had snatched away the "important criminal" they had captured with great difficulty, the members of the "Jihad Youth League" who jumped out of the car were stunned. Then a guy who looked like a small leader stood up angrily, pointing and cursing with an angry face.

　After listening for a while, the interpreter reported to the CIA agent that the newly captured mixed-race woman was the wife of a county party secretary of the Indonesian Communist Party and had personally shot and killed several of their men. The underling was planning to torture her in order to uncover the organization behind her. Therefore, he would not allow this woman to escape, and anyone who dared to let her go would be guilty of collaborating with the Communist Party!

　However, even though the little leader spoke aggressively and spit everywhere, the American soldiers present looked at him as if he were an idiot.

　Holy shit! Are you crazy, you aboriginal monkey? You're framing an American?

　So, after the CIA female spy heard what the translator said, she sneered disdainfully, walked over and slapped the little leader who had just been talking nonsense, making his face swollen. Then she raised her leg and kicked him, sending him flying under a big tree on the roadside.

　Being slapped in the face and humiliated by a woman in public, the small leader was immediately furious and screamed to pull out his pistol.

　But the American soldiers present also reacted quickly. Immediately, more than a dozen rifles and pistols were pointed at him. He was so scared that he calmed down instantly, dropped his pistol, raised his hands, kept shouting "OK! OK", and then crawled away.

　As for whether he will report to his superiors that a certain female CIA spy is "suspected of collaborating with the Communist Party"... I hope he won't do that!

　No matter how much he talks, Americans will not allow Indonesians to interfere in their affairs - how can a dog bite its owner?

　If it really bites, it's a mad dog! No matter how many reasons there are for biting, the solution is to beat it to death without any negotiation!

　Otherwise, if the precedent is broken and this kind of rebellious behavior is tolerated, the Japanese "Public Security" will break into the US Embassy to "catch communist spies", and South Korea's Park Chung-hee will dare to arrest US troops stationed in South Korea and take them to the "West Ice Hotel" and "Sanqing Education Camp"!

　What? There's evidence? Come on, we're all experienced people. If we really want to cause trouble, wouldn't it be easy to fabricate some evidence?

　It's hard enough for the US to have only one father, Israel. If it has a whole group of fathers, what's the point of being the world's policeman?

　Therefore, any attempt by the vassal indigenous people to rebel against the Tiangang and control the Americans is intolerable and must be resolutely fought back.

　Well, except for the Jews in Israel...

　Back to the point, after driving away the troublesome members of the "Jihadi Youth League", the CIA female agent who called herself "Ms. Armas" also left this hell on earth.

　The company John Simmons was in received a new order, which was to escort the women who escaped from the jaws of death to the airport.

　Among them, the last mixed-race girl, because her hands and feet were stuck with bamboo sticks and she could not walk, was given special treatment. She did not have to walk to the airport, but was allowed to sit in the jeep that John Simmons was riding in.

　John Simmons helped her remove the bamboo sticks from her hands and feet and sprinkled them with hemostatic and anti-inflammatory powder while he babbled in a bored manner, "You're lucky, girl. In the CIA's Bali brothel, all you have to do is have sex with the strong guys every day, and if you're lucky, you can even get a green card. But here, even if you're not skinned or nailed to the wall, you'll be poked with a broom by those lunatics and ridden by horses. And then see if you can give birth to a centaur... Hey, what am I talking about? You don't speak English, so you don't understand what I'm saying."

　He suddenly remembered something, so he looked up at the squad leader in the co-pilot seat and asked, "Sir, when we set out from Vietnam, weren't they saying there were Soviets on this island? Why haven't we seen a single Soviet on this island all the way here?"

　"Soviet?" The squad leader glanced back at him. "Don't you know? The Soviets here have long since fled to India!"

　Chapter 344: The Destruction of Three Million Indonesian Communists

　Early 1966, Bali, Indonesia

　Although it will become a world-famous tropical tourist resort, at present, when the global tourism industry is not yet developed, the unique and beautiful scenery of Bali is still rarely seen and experienced by foreigners.

　Especially after the outbreak of the Indonesian civil war, the few foreign tourists fled, turning Bali into a remote and deserted island again.

　However, perhaps because of its natural beauty, Bali's depression didn't last long. American soldiers, flying the Stars and Stripes, arrived and began to ride horses, no, motorcycles, and stake out land, building airports, barracks, and various "special buildings."

　To give America

　As the soldiers vacated the land, Bali's indigenous inhabitants were forcibly relocated by the tens of thousands to Java, across the sea. This wasn't necessarily a disaster, as various reactionary armed groups were massacring members of the farmers' association on Java and were beginning to lose control, leaving vast tracts of fertile farmland uncultivated. The US military then distributed the land to Balinese residents as land acquisition subsidies.

　On average, one acre of rice field in Bali can be exchanged for at least three acres of the same rice field on Java Island, and if you are lucky, you can even exchange it for five acres!

　Therefore, despite being forced to leave their homes, these islanders who moved out of Bali were not necessarily reluctant - of course, whether they could keep the rice fields allocated to them by the American imperialists in the future was their own business...

　But the reason why the US military went to such great lengths to build such a large-scale project on the picturesque island of Bali is not to construct a military base.

　But it is to build the largest...nudist camp in Southeast Asia!

　——Or the "Human Superpower Training Research Center."

　Today, Firi was ordered to come to Bali on a business trip, and he also brought his wife Marita to see the world. Later on the island, he met his old friend, Dr. Kissinger, who was the director of the Bali prisoner-of-war camp and the director of the Center for Superpower Research.

　It was a great pleasure to meet old friends. As the host, Kissinger naturally had to entertain Firi warmly and give him a welcome.

　Since Firi and Marita arrived that morning, Kissinger treated them to lunch at his villa, which he had recently acquired in Bali. It was said to be owned by a wealthy Chinese businessman and boasted a unique blend of Eastern and Western styles.

　Unfortunately, all the servants and cooks had run away long ago, and no one knew how to cook Chinese food or "Nyonya cuisine" - this is a new cuisine created by Southeast Asian Chinese by combining Chinese cuisine with Nanyang flavors, such as laksa noodles and pineapple caramel custard.

　So, the first meal that Fili and Marita had in Bali was still a typical Western-style simple meal: ham, eggs, milk, beer and tropical fruits, but the staple food was changed to rice shaped into rice balls.

　After eating and drinking, the three of them moved to the pergola in the villa courtyard, where they drank tea, chatted and enjoyed the scenery.

　"The Indonesian Communist Party's top leader, Aidit, was publicly executed by the Indonesian military government the day before yesterday! I have to say, this guy is such an idiot."

　Dr. Kissinger picked up a newspaper and showed Firi the headline on the front page, "President Sukarno has already surrendered, and the wartime capital Yogyakarta has ceased resistance. Yet he still remains in Yogyakarta, refusing to flee, claiming he wants to negotiate with the US military!

　In the end, General Westmoreland didn't bother to meet with the communist leader and handed him over to the military government's leader, Defense Minister Nasution. And General Nasution didn't bother to talk to him either, simply shooting him.

　"This guy is really stupid. Maybe he thought he could go to Paris, France, to negotiate and sign the next Fontainebleau Agreement, just like Ho Chi Minh did 20 years ago, to buy his party some breathing space. But he never considered that the situation in Indonesia is completely different from that in Vietnam!

　If he wants to negotiate with the US military, he must have the qualifications to do so. But how can his Indonesian Communist Party be qualified to compare with the Vietnamese Cong?

　Before the Marine Corps' fourth-class officer Ma Run could break into their so-called base, local mosques and landlords had already taken the airdropped mandate and organized a "Jihad Youth League", hunting down and killing party members, destroying farmers' and women's associations, and turning the Indonesian Communist Party's territory upside down.

　It is only natural that such a disorganized organization, with such an incompetent leader, would end up in such an instant collapse."

　While drinking tea, Firi nodded and expressed his serious contempt for the Indonesian Communist Party's top leader who had a problem with his mind.

　Of course, this kind of "petty-bourgeois weakness" is actually common among the top leaders of red political parties in various countries. Didn't China also have a general secretary named Xiang Zhongfa who died like an idiot?

　However, to be realistic, even if Aidit had been tough when Sukarno surrendered and did not sit and wait for death, but instead insisted on armed resistance, his fate would probably not have been much better.

　Because, before Sukarno surrendered, another Indonesian Communist Party leader, Lukman, led a thousand workers and peasants to cooperate with the Diponegoro Division commanded by left-wing officers to dig trenches near Solo in Central Java and deploy troops, trying to fight a head-on battle with the US military.

　As a result, the Indonesian Army, lacking anti-aircraft firepower and poorly camouflaged, was first engulfed in flames by U.S. Navy attack aircraft. They then ran into the U.S. Hawaii National Guard's 25th Division, known as "Tropic Lightning." Facing the fierce American attack, the Diponegoro Division held out for less than four hours before being overwhelmed and completely collapsed, with the vast majority of officers and soldiers either surrendering or fleeing.

　The workers, peasants and soldiers who cooperated in the battle also collapsed, and their leader Lukman disappeared in the defeat, suspected to have been burned to charcoal by a white phosphorus bomb.

　Next, in the Indonesian Communist Party's base, the US military and Indonesian rebels also advanced rapidly and encountered almost no resistance worth mentioning, let alone "talking trees" and "well-trained red bandit guerrillas."

　The Vietcong guerrillas in southern Vietnam built their headquarters in Cu Chi, just over 30 kilometers from Saigon, into a place that resembled an underground

　The city was as dangerous and complicated as a huge maze. The surface was dotted with bunkers, firing points and observation posts, while underground there were tunnels as dense as a spider web. The South Vietnamese army, Cao Dai militia and American special forces took turns sweeping through Cu Chi County for several years, using every possible means but still couldn't take it down.

　For the US military, the Viet Cong headquarters in the Vietnam War was probably more difficult to defeat than the German headquarters in World War II!

　However, the PKI headquarters in Central Java… its defenses were practically zero! It was probably similar to an election commission in a capitalist country: a government compound, completely devoid of any consideration for the possibility of an armed attack!

　Now we are suddenly faced with the joint stranglehold of imperialist reactionary forces at home and abroad. Even if we want to dig tunnels and build fortresses temporarily, it is probably too late.

　Not to mention, even if fortifications were built, the Indonesian Communist Party would not have so many guns and ammunition to arm the masses!

　Finally, even if weapons and ammunition were obtained, where could one find veteran guerrillas with extensive experience in guerrilla warfare?

　——In this panic-stricken situation, the US military and Indonesian rebels easily broke through the headquarters of the Indonesian Communist Party. Indonesian landlords, priests, profiteers and gangs also heard the news and rose up in response, searching and killing "red bandits" everywhere, turning Central Java and East Java into a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

　The Indonesian Communist Party, caught off guard, suffered a devastating blow: its few remaining militias were quickly overwhelmed, and unarmed party members and peasant association activists were brutally massacred. The top leadership of the Party Central Committee, caught in indecision and division, quickly fell on hard times.

　Even more devastating was that when the end came, they had forgotten to even destroy the party membership list, which was instead largely intact and seized by the US military. Subsequently, Indonesia's reactionary right-wing military government only needed to follow the map and arrest people based on the list to eradicate most of the PKI organization.

　There is no way. As a political group that only cares about elections, the Indonesian Communist Party really lacks experience in armed struggle.

　Starting from the surrender of President Sukarno on November 15, 1965, just over 11 days later, the entire party organization of the Indonesian Communist Party on the island of Java, from the central to the local level, was basically destroyed, and it did not even survive until the end of 1965!

　It is no exaggeration to say that by late December 1965, the Indonesian Communist Party, which claimed to have three million members and was the "third largest red political party in the world", had lost its core base and party organization due to the joint attacks of enemies at home and abroad.

　Only a few survivors were left who managed to escape across the sea and persisted in waging guerrilla warfare in the sparsely populated tropical rainforests of Borneo (Kalimantan Island). However, on Java Island, Indonesia's core territory, the demise of the Indonesian Communist Party was an unquestionable and established fact.

　"If you think about it carefully, these communists on Java Island are probably really desperate - who else can they rely on?

　Their situation is different from that of the Vietcong. Vietnam is connected to Red China by mountains and rivers, and the land route is indissoluble. Indonesia, on the other hand, is separated from China by a vast ocean, and their Chinese comrades probably can't get through! As for the Soviets? They've already fled to India!

　Phiri told Dr. Kissinger, "The Soviet 'Tantra Master' has now settled down in Mumbai, India. It must be said that, if political factors are not taken into account, India is actually a more suitable place for the 'Tantra Master' to practice than Indonesia."

　"Yes, I know. India is the birthplace of Buddhism, and the Tantric Zen of joy is also derived from the Shaktism of Hinduism. I heard that in some places in India, the temperature can reach 30 degrees Celsius in winter, which is really suitable for those who don't wear clothes."

　Kissinger, unaware of the truth, nodded and agreed, "However, it is said that the Soviets' flight, tantamount to desertion, destroyed the morale of the Indonesian Communist Party and shook President Sukarno's resolve. That's why they collapsed so quickly before our army."

　For General Westmoreland, this was naturally a great thing. The domestic news media had forgotten the shame of his being stuck in the quagmire in Vietnam and praised him as the "Conqueror of Jakarta" and the "Liberator of the Spice Islands". The mess in Vietnam could also be passed on to others.

　But for me... ah, I never dreamed that I would be sent to Southeast Asia to manage an island again.

　Looking at the swaying palm trees in the courtyard, Dr. Kissinger couldn't help but sigh and complain.

　——Ever since leaving the quiet campus and entering the bustling White House under the guidance of his good friend Professor Brzezinski, Dr. Kissinger found that his political career seemed to be completely different from what he had originally imagined, but was inexplicably becoming more and more strange.

　If his advice during the Cuban Crisis still showed some politician and scholarly style, then his subsequent service to President Kennedy's mistress and his "goodwill fashion show tour" around the Pacific was a bit unpresentable, giving people the impression that he had become a servant and a sycophant.

　Of course, being able to serve as a servant to the president is already a promotion and blessing for a newcomer in the workplace, and he couldn't say anything.

　Next, he stumbled upon a life in Vietnam, where he served as consul and ambassador, a wartime diplomat. While this was a truly valuable career, the many dangers he encountered during that time still haunt Dr. Kissinger, who feels this is simply not the kind of work for a scholar.

　As a well-versed master of international strategy, shouldn't he be like the counselors of ancient times, speaking eloquently in courts and parliaments, engaging in heated debates at international conferences, traveling between capitals of various countries, starting wars or bringing peace with a wave of his hand, and deciding the fate of a country and nation in the midst of laughter and conversation?

　How come I ended up being a "public housekeeper" who had to do all sorts of odd jobs for the bosses?

　Your stage should be in Washington, in the White House and Capitol Hill, not in some inexplicable corner!

　Therefore, after leaving the Vietnam front and returning to Washington, Dr. Kissinger decided to take the right path. He curried favor with members of Congress and eventually successfully squeezed into the newly established "Committee on Superpowers" as a consultant, and was appreciated by many bigwigs.

　However, the Indonesian War ended too quickly, and with so many "female bandits" captured, General Westmoreland and his subordinates, equally intrigued by the supposed cure-all "sex therapy," joined forces with the CIA to establish a massive nudist camp/supernatural research base in Bali.

　When the Senate's "Superpower Committee" heard the news, they were unwilling to be excluded and immediately sent their own people to participate in the construction and management.

　After some arguments among all parties, Dr. Kissinger, who had served in Vietnam for several years and had extensive experience in managing refugee camps and had good relations with the US military stationed in Vietnam, the CIA, and the Congressional "Superpower Committee", was finally selected and elected as the director of the Bali prisoner-of-war camp.

　So, after staying in Washington for less than half a year, Dr. Kissinger returned to the hot land of Southeast Asia in a state of embarrassment.

　Chapter 345: Everyone has a bright future

　In this world, many political parties seem to have similar names and organizational structures, but in fact their cores are completely different.