1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Seeing the figure raise his fist again, Mark smiled sheepishly, not daring to act recklessly again. He carefully examined this familiar yet unfamiliar tactical figure, the approximately 160cm tall Tactical Figure UMP45.

An early product of Tiexue Gongzao Company, he was a member and leader of the 404th Tactical Squad, using the German-made UMP45 submachine gun (2057 improved version) as his primary weapon.

Because the chest of the doll was designed to be negligibly small during its manufacture, it is often referred to as a "steel plate" and even mistaken for a "handsome boy";

He seems not to care about this on the surface, but in fact he cares deeply about it in his heart. Therefore, anyone who dares to make fun of this issue will be punished with an iron fist.

On the surface, he is cheerful and gentle, always smiling, but in reality...

Forget it, this is the official setting and it shouldn’t have much to do with the present.

In the world of 2082, even the once ruthless agent is completely different from what we remember. Who knows what memories this UMP45 will carry and what kind of humanoid she will become?

"I said, 45."

"commander?"

"I heard from my agent that in the world of 2082, 40 is still alive?"

"Yes, you and your comrades in that world rescued her from the Iron Blood Factory in advance." "The me in that world..."

A sense of strangeness came over me again.

Just like when the agent knelt before him and called him "Master".

He didn't consider himself a "commander" at all, nor did he feel that he had any feelings for these dolls, so he had been trying his best to avoid close contact. That person is that person, and I am me, right?

So, what is the purpose of these humanoids pledging allegiance to me?

At this moment, the agent pushed the door open and saw the figure appear in the room without any warning. Her face showed no surprise at all, because she had already seen it in the cloud map. "You made it here too?"

"Hello, good evening." "Greetings."

The agent nodded calmly to UMP45, then said to Mark:

"Commander, according to the intelligence I intercepted, the Battle of Ganzhou started as scheduled, almost identical to what happened in history." "Is that so..."

Upon hearing the news, Mark, who had expected it, was not too disappointed, but just sighed slightly.

He still felt a pity when he thought about how so many outstanding Red Army commanders and fighters had to die pointlessly in this battle that shouldn't have happened and didn't need to happen. Knowing Mark's thoughts, the agent made a gesture of wiping his neck:

"Since you're so worried, I can actually stop this battle by force... I'll immediately rush to Ganzhou and kill that Ma Kun."

Mark shook his head.

"I told you, this is the collective will. Whether Ma Kun lives or dies won't affect the overall situation. Even if you kill Ma Kun, there are still Niu Kun, Donkey Kun, Chicken Kun, and Dog Kun." "But then, the Red Army should be able to easily capture Ganzhou City."

So what if they took it? Could they hold it against Chen Cheng's 3-man army and the subsequent reinforcements? Even if they managed to hold it, at most it would just turn Ganzhou into a new meat grinder, causing even greater casualties. "Once Ganzhou, the economic, cultural, and political center of southern Jiangxi, was captured, it would inevitably trigger a frenzied encirclement and suppression campaign by the Kuomintang army, regardless of the cost.

You should know that at this time, Ma Kun's telegram for help had been sent to Zhu Shaoliang, the director of the pacification director in Jiangxi, and the latter would certainly contact He Yingqin, the commander-in-chief of the "anti-communist" campaign in the Hunan-Jiangxi-Guangdong-Fujian border area, and then report all the way to Chiang Kai-shek; in the end, Chiang Kai-shek would immediately order Chen Cheng in Ji'an to rush to the rescue, and assemble the 11th Division, the 14th Division and two independent brigades, totaling about 30,000 people, to form the "Aid Jiangxi Anti-Red Offensive Army" or even more troops... At that point, even if Ganzhou was captured, the Red Army, which had not yet established a firm foothold, would definitely be surrounded and beaten in Ganzhou City or "surrounded and attacked from the reinforcements", resulting in greater casualties.

Most importantly, from a political perspective, if Ganzhou was taken with the help of proxies, what would become of the teachers and others who opposed the attack on Ganzhou?

Do you object?

What you said makes sense, but I won.

If I win, I am the truth.

Wang Ming, that useless power-hungry man, had long wanted to purge the teacher who disobeyed him and whose prestige was unmatched in the Soviet area. Now that he had this opportunity, why didn't he rush to seize the opportunity and force him madly? Don't forget, it was only a few days after the "AB Group" incident, and the "Great Purge" in the Soviet area hadn't ended yet!

The battle over routes has always been the most intense and life-and-death struggle.

Compared to Wang Ming and others whose performance had been proven poorly in history, Mark preferred to believe in the great man who had led the people to establish New China and always stood on the side of the people. Seeing that the commander had made up his mind, the agent stopped trying to persuade him, but UMP45 interjected:

"Commander, our entire team will be arriving soon."

"Hmm? Are you so sure?"

According to the agent, traversing time and space from the year 2082 in another world and accurately finding Mark's coordinates is a very difficult task with a high probability of failure. A slight error in the coordinates could, at best, send the doll to the wrong location or even a different world, or, at worst, cause the doll's memory to become confused or even die.

Therefore, of the entire group of Iron-Blooded Humanoids led by the agent, she was the only one who had successfully reached the commander of this world.

And the agent alone had failed hundreds of times before arriving here.

If it weren't for the fact that the memories of humanoids can be repeatedly backed up, no one would agree to conduct such a dangerous experiment. But UMP45 replied:

"Because I tied my coordinates to the coordinates of the entire team, they will appear wherever I arrive."

Mark looked at the agent, who nodded:

“Yes, there is such a practice.”

"...So...what's the price?"

"The price is that, because we are bound together, if one person dies, the entire team's existence in this world will disappear."

Mark pursed his lips and said nothing.

Incomprehensible sacrifices only make people feel horrified.

After a while, just as UMP45 had said, all the members of Team 404 arrived one after another.

Tactical Doll UMP9 - 160cm tall, an assaulter of Squad 404, skilled in offensive warfare. She is a lively, outgoing, and straightforward girl with a casual disposition.

As soon as she saw Mark, she immediately rushed over to him without any hesitation, hugged him, and rubbed her head against his chest with a smile: "Commander, Commander, long time no see, long time no see! Hehehehe..."

"Uh...long time no see."

Oh shit, there’s something interesting.

Mark patted UMP9's back with a familiar yet unfamiliar air, then looked at the second figure who saluted politely.

Tactical humanoid UMP40 - 160cm tall, second assaulter and electronic support officer of Squad 404. He has average combat capability, but his electronic information warfare capability is unparalleled. In terms of appearance, he is almost a twin of UMP45.

Especially after the latter's body transformation (this needs to be emphasized). She stood there charmingly, smiling and greeting Mark: "Good evening, Commander, long time no see!"

"Well... long time no see."

Next came the third humanoid.

Tactical humanoid HK416 - 163cm tall, she is the third breacher, precision shooter and demolition expert of the 404th team. She has big hidden breasts and a great figure. She uses HK416 as her primary weapon and a USP pistol as her secondary weapon. Her personality is obviously a bit cold. When she saw the commander, she just nodded slightly as a greeting.

Finally, there is the fourth tactical figure G11 - 120cm tall, the team's second sharpshooter, a flat loli. In the game, she is a tactical figure who sleeps 20 hours a day.

But now...

"Good! Evening! Commander! We're going to…"

Because of her loud voice, HK416 covered her mouth behind her. UMP45 explained awkwardly:

"Sorry, Commander, G11 has had its body replaced, the damage to the cloud map repaired, and some other functions added, so it's a bit... a bit retarded."

"..."

It's exactly the same as the state after the mind upgrade in the game... Good! Very energetic!

Hearing the captain's "deprecation" of him, G11 pulled HK416's hand away and said dissatisfiedly: "Hey! Humanoid over there! How could you..."

“Huh?”

UMP45 glanced at G11, and he instantly wilted. "S-Sorry, I got too carried away."

"Anyway, that's it."

Ignoring HK416's displeased expression, UMP45 smiled at Mark:

"Anyway, Commander, all members of Squad 404 are present. Please give your orders."

"..."

Mark looked at the agent standing there with his hands folded, seemingly oblivious to everything, then at the fully armed members of Team 404, and suddenly the corners of his mouth curled up. Whatever their purpose, with so many people, it seemed...

Change of plans, let's do something big!

058 Do you want to kill your communist father?

"How on earth did you find me?!"

Facing Zhao Ziqi's wary eyes and the FN Browning 1906 pistol pointed at him, the agent curled his lips in a subtle and disdainful manner and said calmly:

"Put away the little hose in your hand. It can't hurt me. I'm here to communicate with you on behalf of my master and to pass on his orders."

Comparing their figures, the 34-year-old Zhao Ziqi, in his prime, concluded that a weak woman like her agent would be no match for him. He lowered his gun slightly, but remained vigilant. "You... no, what does that Wu Jiu behind you want from me?"

"First of all, my master asked me to ask you, are you still determined to attack Ganzhou?" "That's because the information you told me was wrong!"

"The second thing is, he asked me to tell you that he intentionally told you wrong information."

"What!! "

Before Zhao Ziqi could vent her anger, it was immediately extinguished by the agent's words:

"Third, even if the intelligence we provided is true, do you think that group would choose to stop attacking Ganzhou?"

“..."

Zhao Ziqi was stunned. After a long while, he sat back in his chair dejectedly.

"Attacking a major city" was the established policy of the Communist International and the Central Committee. Even if it wasn't Ganzhou, it would certainly be some other major city. Initially, due to a lack of heavy weaponry and other factors, Wu Hao and other teachers strongly opposed attacking Nanchang. The Provisional Central Committee simply replied: "If Nanchang cannot be attacked, at least choose one of Fuzhou, Ji'an, or Ganzhou to attack."

His words hinted at "You don't want me to report to the Communist International that you are defying the Central Committee and the will of the Communist International, do you?"

Therefore, even if Wu Jiu's intelligence was correct, the Central Committee and the Soviet Area would most likely choose to increase their troops to continue attacking Ganzhou or turn around and attack other major cities. Regardless of whether there was new intelligence or not, a military operation that had been planned for two or three months and executed for nearly a month could not be stopped at will.

The arrow is on the string and must be fired.

After realizing this, Zhao Ziqi's anger subsided a lot:

"Since you already knew this, why did you pass on such false information to us?"

"My master's thoughts are as vast as the mountains and the sea; how can ordinary people understand them?" "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is that my master has confirmed one thing." "What?"

"Your entire Central Committee of the Communist Party of China and the Central Bureau of the Soviet Area were almost completely controlled by Wang Ming and the Communist International. Their autonomy was actually very low, right?"

Zhao Ziqi narrowed his eyes.

Although this was a "common knowledge" within the Party, it was absolutely inappropriate for someone who was clearly not a Party member to do so! The agent's next words shocked Zhao Ziqi even more!

On January 28, the Japanese army attacked Shanghai. The Provisional Central Committee sent a telegram to the Secretariat of the Eastern Bureau of the Communist International at 21:37 to inform them of the attack. The content of the telegram was as follows... "At 21:25 on January 29, another telegram was sent to the Secretariat of the Eastern Bureau, requesting instructions on organizing a general strike in western Shanghai..."

"At 10:41 PM on January 30th, a direct telegram was sent to the Communist Party of China's representative office to the Communist International in Moscow, reporting to Wang Ming on Zhao Ziqi's inappropriate behavior during the strike..." "At 11:30 PM on January 30th, Wang Ming replied, demanding that Zhao Ziqi be warned and that evidence of his disobeying the Central Committee's orders and acting on his own initiative be collected and dealt with together..." "!!!"

Zhao Ziqi stood up, raised his pistol and pointed it at the agent, and shouted angrily: "Who the hell are you!"

Although Zhao Ziqi had never heard of some of the "secret telegrams" involving him, the other "public telegrams" were exactly the same as what he knew! In other words, this woman and the people behind her had been monitoring the Central Committee since arriving in Shanghai, or even earlier! The agent paid no attention to the gun in front of him. He simply finished reading the latest telegram quietly, then looked at Zhao Ziqi with a half-smile:

Judging from these telegrams, the CCP is more like the Communist International or the Soviet Communist Party’s branch in China than the Chinese Communist Party, right?”

""

".…."

"Oh, while we were talking, they sent a new telegram, and it's about you. Do you want to know what it is?" "Shut up! Who are you? What is your purpose?"

"I just told you to put down your little hose. Otherwise, even if the master tells me to, I might get angry." "Click..."

Zhao Ziqi pulled the bolt in response, but before he could react, he felt a pain in his wrist and the pistol fell into her hand. How did she do that just now?!

Why can’t I see anything clearly?!

This... Is this some kind of martial arts master?!

After dismantling the Browning into its components with astonishing speed and throwing them onto the table beside him, the agent wiped the oil off his hands with a handkerchief and said calmly, "Do you believe now that we have no ill will towards you?"

".…"

Zhao Ziqi finally realized the huge disparity in combat power between the two sides, but he didn't give in or show any fear. He simply covered his wrist and looked at the agent warily: "What exactly do you want to do? If you're expecting to get any intelligence from me, forget it!"

As he said this, he took out a dagger and pointed it at his neck, ready to commit suicide immediately if the situation turned badly.

However, the agent simply flashed his body and easily snatched the dagger away. With a flick of his hand, the dagger sank deep into the wall. "As long as I don't want you to, you won't even have a chance to die."

“.…."

Zhao Ziqi was stunned again and completely lost the idea of ​​resisting.

"Alright, let's get back to where we were. You already have a certain level of economic sovereignty, so why do you still obey the Communist International? Answer me."

".…"

Zhao Ziqi thought about it and felt that since the other party had already mentioned the word "economic sovereignty" and had been monitoring the central radio station, there was nothing else that could not be discussed. He said in a low voice:

"It's not as simple as you think. The Soviet area does have money, but it is very difficult to transport the money here. The central government has been in a state of long-term shortage of money..." Following Zhao Ziqi's narration, the agent improved his database.

It turns out that from its inception, the CCP has been plagued by funding problems. Early leader Chen Duxiu even paid for his appointment himself. What was the attitude of the Soviet Union and the Communist International towards this?