1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

-..-fist?

All just one punch?

No, it's okay for others, but what about Habaza? He's a warrior who can overturn a car when he's angry! There's no way he can withstand a punch!

If it weren't for the fact that these Mongolian men were all their trusted confidants and were now kneeling on the ground, almost vomiting bile, and some had even fainted, they would have thought that the match had just been fixed!

Is that tiny, white fist blessed by Eternal Heaven?! UMP45, whose clothes weren't even touched, picked up a fallen Qing Dynasty heavy bow and effortlessly drew it to full draw with just her arms, revealing her disdain.

"A Mongol warrior is using a toy bow that even children in our country don't play with?"

The child refers to G11 who would rather lie down than sit.

It's true that the strength is not great, it can only bend the steel bars of the load-bearing columns.

The faces of the Mongolian warriors flushed crimson, but no one dared to object. After all, a heavy bow was not something that could be pulled open with just two arms.

At this moment, a Mongolian warrior's horse suddenly broke free from its reins and, seemingly to protect its master, galloped towards UMP45. Then...

He was dodged lightly, then struck by a punch, falling to the ground, groaning. UMP45 patted the horsehair on her hands:

"Okay, do you want to compete? Shooting? Bow and arrows? Horseback riding? Anything is fine." Although he had never shot an arrow before and rode a horse just for fun, for a humanoid, this basic skill that could be quantified by data was too easy.

What is truly difficult to learn is politics and human nature.

As for fighting?

She, Ma Shiwu, is not a combat humanoid, so this kind of menial job should actually be done by a rough drafter like 416.

(In the Aphelion CG, the combat power displayed by 416 was exactly as I imagined, especially the last few times when he jumped on the rocks, which really had the style of Inuyasha and Seshomaru)

what?

What if I really lose? If I really lose, I'll just flip the table!

None of the Mongolian nobles dared to utter a single word, even their breathing slowed considerably as they watched UMP45 walk up to them, carrying a wheel that had just been ripped from a carriage, and tossing it to the ground.

"You admit I won, right? Well, since you've won, let's enforce the rules! Come on, whoever's taller than the wheel will have their head chopped off!"

King Kang looked at King Ah, who had started the trouble first, but found that the guy had already turned his head away, pretending that the sun was really the sun.

Bastard! You started this mess, and you don't clean up after it! Idiot, it was your people who did it, not mine. Remember to pay me back the 3000 hectares of land you owe me.

"Hey? No one responded?"

UMP45 tilts her head and looks very cute:

"If no one says anything, I'll start chopping down the tribes of the people I just fought with! Don't worry, I follow the rules of the grasslands. I won't chop down anyone who's lower than the wheels..."

Now, it was the turn of the leader of the Iraqi League, King Shah, to look at Li Desheng as if asking for help.

In fact, when the bet was first made, no one thought of actually chopping off anyone's head.

Let's not talk about the Yili League for now. There are so many Red Army soldiers standing there. Why don't you try to chop them down?

Damn it, the rules of the strong are the rules.

The King of Sand agreed because he thought his side wouldn't lose and that he could use this opportunity to dampen the CCP's enthusiasm.

Unexpectedly...

Having seen enough of the show, Li Desheng coughed lightly and stood up:

"Okay, Comrade Shiwu, let's stop joking with our Mongolian compatriots. It's time to get back to business."

"What a joke!"

The Mongolian princes and nobles all cast grateful eyes towards Li Desheng, who made the final decision, and at the same time, real awe finally rose in their hearts.

Chairman Li must be such a powerful leader to be able to make such a beautiful and terrifying woman so obedient and follow his orders!

Could it be the reincarnation of Genghis Khan or Tian Khan?

Putting aside the feudal superstitious ideas of the Mongolian princes, with this incident as the foundation, the subsequent "negotiations" became very, very smooth, so smooth that even Li Desheng himself found it a little unbelievable.

Dispatching cadres, agreed!

Pay taxes on time, yes! Open trade, yes! Obey management, yes!

They even agreed to such outrageous conditions as "each banner provides men, horses and food to form the Inner Mongolia Cavalry Division, which will be trained, managed and commanded by the Red Army" and "the Mausoleum of Genghis Khan will be moved to Yulin and protected by the Red Army."

Needless to say, the former is basically equivalent to spending money, manpower and effort to expand the Red Army, and in the end, the army does not belong to them;

The latter was one of the most important political assets for the banners of the Ili League to gain a foothold in the grassland and fight against Outer Mongolia, but they handed it over easily.

(Historically, these conditions were negotiated by Jing Yuexiu, Deng Baoshan, the Kuomintang, and the Chinese Communist Party until 1939, when the Tsar saw the Japanese coming and reluctantly agreed to move the tomb.)

As for the relocation to Chengling, the King of Shah carefully inquired about the reason, and the answer he received was, "The Japanese covet Chengling and may use it to stir up trouble, so the Red Army needs to move south to Chengling."

This obvious answer, which meant "our Red Army may not be able to defeat the Japanese army, so we must retreat," also made the Mongolian kings agree:

This was the Red Army's consideration for them, to prevent them from making compromises in order to protect Chengling and suffer too many casualties, so they were grateful;

If nothing had happened today, they might have thought, "It turns out the Red Army can't defeat the Japanese Army. Should we consider getting closer to the Japanese?"

The effect is so obvious.

Just as the Russians could accept the Tsar’s brutality but not his incompetence, these Mongolian princes should also be feared, respected, and finally grateful to.

This is the effect that Mark believes must be achieved when dealing with complex ethnic issues and many issues on the united front. We must never resort to conciliation.

Later generations all knew the story of Xiao Yedan's blood oath, and thus believed that ethnic minorities were all kind, sensible, and kind-hearted people with bright hearts.

But how many people remember the guerrillas of the Red Third Army who were massacred and General Wang Yaonan who was stripped naked and thrown out?

(Actually, it seems that another leader was killed, but I can’t remember who it was.)

In a land where "whoever has the bigger fist is the god who commands everything", giving in and compromising is the biggest mistake.

Only by firmly controlling your bottom line and possessing sufficient force can you show your gentleness and magnanimity.

Otherwise, all good intentions and kindness will be seen as concessions and weakness.

Of course, Mark has no intention of criticizing the “mistakes” made by revolutionary predecessors when dealing with many historical issues. After all, human cognition is limited by personal upbringing and historical environment.

In his early years, the teacher also wrote "Hunan has suffered from China, as proved by history and current situation", which explicitly advocated that "China should be divided into 27 countries" and other "reactionary articles"!

(“I advocate that China’s original 22 provinces, 3 special administrative regions, and 2 frontier regions be merged into 27 areas, and that the people build 27 states.”)

("Opening up a new world in Xiaoxiang, the first initiative for the 27 little Chinas, Hunanese people! We should work together!")

(Difficult Clam)

Saying that this predecessor was a counter-revolutionary or that predecessor poisoned China is of no use other than making yourself look like a smart guy.

If Mark didn't have humanoids under his command, he would probably be even more cowardly.

Forget about stirring up trouble everywhere, he would probably just be a landlord, accumulate some wealth and live a peaceful life.

Now, with this power, and with the Yimeng being obedient, there are some things that cannot be ignored;

The hard ones are available; the soft ones will follow soon; Inner Mongolia, we need them;

Outer Mongolia also wants to come back.

365 Xu Shiyou's Cavalry Division

UMP45 inexplicably earned the title of "The First Baturu on the Grassland".

There is no character for "female".

In the face of such terrifying combat power that left people with absolutely no hope of winning and felt like it was in two completely different dimensions, no one dared to bring up such a boring thing as gender.

Regardless of gender, humans are essentially admiring the strong, no matter whether this "strong" is male or female, "version TO" or "force".

Relying on the UMP45's fierce military power, his own exquisite political skills and personal charm, Li Desheng successfully persuaded the various tribes of the Yili League to agree to many conditions that were previously almost impossible to achieve or would only require considerable effort to negotiate;

However, he did not allow people to leave immediately. In addition to discussing the "trade procurement mutual assistance plan", he also wanted to let everyone watch a semi-impromptu "Red Army Northward Anti-Japanese Corps Parade".

Although UMP45's performance was impressive enough, successfully scaring all the Mongol princes, she was still only one person, and the deterrent effect was not strong enough;

Therefore, allowing this group of people to feel the pressure of the Red Army's large forces at close range will help to maintain a certain degree of stability in Yulin, the future "rear base".

Apparently, the effect is surprisingly good.

When they saw 20,000 Red Army soldiers, neatly dressed, fully equipped, with vigorous steps, bright eyes and high spirits, passing by, the Mongolian princes fell into silence.

After learning that there were at least 8 Red Army troops heading north and even more in the Red Army headquarters in the south, they became even more silent and deeply understood what the "Central Plains Monster House" was.

In fact, in the eyes of UMP45 or Mark, the Red Army's current military appearance is nothing at all. They just practiced it in the spare time and could barely walk the "Chinese goose step" they brought from later generations.

Not to mention the top troops in the annual Tiananmen military parade in later generations, even the ordinary companies of the People's Liberation Army in later generations would probably march more orderly and majestically than them.

But the problem is, my peers of this era are a good match!

Even the National Army's Central Army and even the "German-equipped Division" could only be considered barely presentable in the military train. Local warlord troops were considered strong if they could march without falling apart. The troops of a semi-feudal and semi-slave society like Mongolia were even worse.

Besides the military appearance, the most important thing is the number of people. The difference in numbers is too great. Not counting the so-called "armed herders" (the kind who carry broken knives to forage in the valley), how many hot-weapon troops are there in the seven banners of the Yili League now?

The answer is less than 10,000.

Among them, the one with the largest army was A Wang, with about 2000 men armed with various types of long spears, good and bad, and about 500-800 men armed with muzzle-loading rifles such as big poles;

This alone was already a decisive force on the Ordos grassland, and it was also the confidence that King A had in challenging the alliance leader King Sha and even Li Desheng.

Because he thought he was awesome and worth buying into the united front. But what about now?

He fell silent.

Their pitiful "army" that couldn't even get enough uniforms was nothing compared to this real army that was powerful enough to plow the entire Yi League three times.

As for the terrifyingly orderly pace that seemed to be able to break a person's heart, which was obviously only possible with a strong army, the king was very sure that his army would not be able to produce it even if they broke their whips.

Yes, the Mongols could wage guerrilla warfare, roam from one steppe to another, and exhaust the peoples of the Central Plains physically and mentally, forcing them to negotiate peace after losing more than they gained—that’s what their ancestors did.

But times have changed, sir!

Cars, airplanes, rifles, machine guns, bombs...each of them is the natural enemy of the grassland and cavalry.

The most important thing is that even this group of Mongolian princes and nobles who have no idea about "modern army" can sense that the army passing by them has an inexplicable and terrifying power that cannot be seen in the national army.

If Ma Shiwu's personal strength can easily kill them, then this army can really awaken the Mongols' fear of being "plundered and scoured", "annihilated their descendants", and "destroyed their ancestral temples" by the Han people.

After the military parade, the Mongolian princes and flag leaders showed even more respect for Li Desheng, Ma Shiwu and the entire Red Army.

Many people were not only unwilling to return to the grasslands, but instead stayed in Yulin, hoping to get closer to Li Desheng and flatter him enough to see if he could help them train such an army.

Even if there are a hundred people, it would be fine!

Therefore, when the "Inner Mongolia Cavalry Division of the Northward Anti-Japanese Corps" was formed, many people "enthusiastically participated". In addition, the Red Army already had sufficient manpower, and it quickly gathered the required 3,000 people and double the "war horses".

However, looking at this group of guys with shrinking eyes, hunched backs, and awkward postures, and smelling the strong smell of sheep and stench on them that was about to overwhelm him, the new acting commander of the cavalry division sighed deeply.

These Mongolian princes are still dishonest...

Many of the people sent here are probably either "spies" trying to pry into secrets, or "burdens" to the tribe, right?

As for these "war horses", although people generally don't know much about horses, they can see that they are not good horses at all. They are good enough to carry people.

I, Xu Shiyou, as the division commander, will probably have a hard time doing my job in the future...

That’s right, it’s Xu Shiyou, the Xu Shiyou who inexplicably gets promoted very quickly in any world line.

After being kicked out of the Special Forces Brigade by UMP45 and recommended to Li Desheng, Xu Shiyou was promoted from a mere regimental commander to the commander of the cavalry division. In fact, he was not very excited, but rather very uneasy.

Apart from secretly killing Chiang Kai-shek, stirring up trouble in Wuhan and along the way north, and incidentally discovering that Shaanxi Provincial Party Secretary Du Heng was colluding with the Central Bureau of Investigation agents, I didn't accomplish any great feats!

Moreover, although I learned to ride a horse on the way north, I am not a professional cavalryman. Can I be qualified for such an important position and job?

Xu Shiyou was completely unsure about the future members of the cavalry division who, at first glance, were definitely not "good soldiers" and had no Red Army traditions.

At this time, a young warrior who was less than 18 years old came up with his horse and smiled:

"Master Neng..."

Xu Shiyou glanced at this guy:

"Wen Yucheng, is it because you've become a company commander that you're starting to get mad at me? I don't mind the instructor calling me that, but do you really think I wouldn't dare to hit you?"

Yes, because he and his comrades defeated three brigades of the 13th Division of the National Army in succession and captured a regimental commander and a brigade commander of the enemy personally. Wen Yucheng, who was originally just an ordinary soldier, was promoted to company commander and then was asked to come over by Xu Shiyou.

That's how fast promotions are during wartime.

In fact, this was the result of Li Desheng's "suppression", because he required all officers to pass the political and cultural examinations of the Political Department, otherwise they would not be allowed to be promoted no matter how great their military achievements were.

"Report!"

Captain Xiao Wen said seriously: