1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Mark pondered for a while and said in surprise:

"They want to stir up civil strife in Manchuria? Isn't that too hasty?"

The Queen Mother is ruling the country, the young prince is in the womb, the young ruler is in danger, and the regent is young and strong...all the elements of internal strife are present;

The unity of Manchukuo is not what the Japanese want to see. Just thinking about this, Mark shook his head again:

"No, it could also be a double insurance."

After all, although he did propose the plan of "letting Wanrong get pregnant, no matter whose child it was, it would be Puyi's anyway", it was still unclear whether Wanrong could successfully get pregnant.

If she fails to get pregnant, Pu Jie will have to take over.

However, anyone with a modicum of common sense would be inclined to let Wanrong get pregnant and give birth to "Puyi's child." Is it easier to control a clueless little kid or a strong adult?

"Yes, according to the telegrams that 40 and I intercepted, Pu Jie will not return to China immediately. Instead, he will first marry a Japanese wife in Japan, and then..." "...Could it be Little Mouse?"

“I haven’t heard of it yet.”

"Oh...Okay, let's put this aside for now. Who will be the new commander of the Kwantung Army?" "Not so fast. I think there's still a dispute in Tokyo."

"...So you let me continue to be in charge of the Northeast?"

"You'll know when you read the telegram later." "Okay!"

Leaving the study and going downstairs, a group of haggard and murderous officers from the Second Division and the Independent Garrison immediately stood up and saluted: "Mr. Fujiwara!"

"Lord Fujiwara!"

"Your Highness Fujiwara!"

All kinds of messy names rang out in succession.

Those who addressed him as "Fujiwara no San" were usually officers who were not particularly close to him or who were more reserved. Those who addressed him as "Fujiwara no Misaki" were usually officers who came from peasant or merchant families near Kyoto or from branches of the Fujiwara clan.

Those who called him "Fujiwara-dono" were usually noble officers who wanted to get close to him. Given his status, he deserved to be called "Your Highness"! "Greetings, warriors! Thank you for your hard work!"

Fujiwara Kanezane greeted everyone with a smile, and after looking at their expressions, he asked, "Why didn't you get enough rest?"

"..."

Everyone was so bitter that they couldn't even laugh.

Especially the captain of the brigade who was responsible for the security of the venue yesterday.

The fact that he was still able to arrive at the scene and await orders or punishment was a testament to his courage and perseverance. "Okay, everyone, don't worry. The situation isn't so bad we can't fix it."

It's not that bad?

昨天可是死掉了1个大将、4个中将、2个少将、8个大佐、10个中佐还有一堆"满洲国"日本籍政务要员啊...至于死掉的中国人，现场没人在乎。

Including Puyi, who should least die, cannot die, and has the most honorable status in name.

On the contrary, many people feel sorry for the deceased "Prime Minister of Manchukuo" Zheng Xiaoxu and "President of the Senate of Manchukuo" Zhang Jinghui.

During this period of time, Mr. Zheng and Mr. Zhang have devoted their heart and soul to the establishment of our Great Japanese Empire... no, the Great Manchurian Empire... We used to be quite happy with our cooperation, but now... alas...

Everyone stood there in silence, watching Fujiwara no Kanezane pretend to read the telegram. Hmm... just as the agent said...

oops?

Full authority?

Don't act rashly, maintain stability, and wait for the new Kwantung Army commander? Keep it secret as much as possible?

Okay, okay...I understand.

Well, I know what to do.

Putting the telegram aside, Fujiwara Kanezane issued an order: "Colonel Ueno!"

Chief of Staff of the 2nd Division, Ueno Yoshitatsu.

This guy, like Kenji Doihara, was not at the scene when the incident happened and luckily escaped death.

"Pass on my first order. Lift martial law immediately in Changchun and throughout Northeast China! Inform all citizens that yesterday was just an exercise!" "...Ah...Yes!"

"The second order is to have the troops stationed in various places strictly guard their positions! They are strictly prohibited from harassing the people! They are strictly prohibited from retaliating! We must further stabilize the people's hearts!" "...Yes!"

"The third order! In the name of the Emperor of the Great Manchu Empire, announce to the public that Empress Wanrong is pregnant with a prince!" "Ah? Ah... yes!"

Even in this dire situation, upon hearing this order and recalling the rumors from last night, everyone couldn't help but smile. Fujiwara-kun is indeed the head of the Empire of Japan...

"The fourth order..."

Order after order, delivered from Fujiwara no Kanezane's lips, reached every officer, transforming into actions they were determined to carry out. Lifting martial law, securing garrisons, conducting covert investigations, calming the people, concealing information, handling government affairs...

Be well organized.

The panicked army's morale gradually calmed down under Fujiwara no Kanezane's calm commands.

The officers looked at the young man on the stage, and listened to him read out their names one by one and issue orders to them, their eyes full of admiration. Such a man is the true pillar of the empire!

This person is the real top figure in the royal family...

"Gentlemen, perseverance is revealed in times of storm, and heroes emerge in times of crisis. The situation in Northeast China is already like this. Regret is useless. At this moment, we can only fulfill our duties!" "As long as we can stabilize the situation in Northeast China and preserve our hard-earned achievements! The Empire will reward you later! I swear in the name of the Fujiwara clan!"

".."

Many people forgot their initial reserve and shouted in sincere admiration:

"Yes! Your Highness Fujiwara!"

As they were about to leave the Yamato Inn and go about their own business, they heard Fujiwara Kanezane say, "Shikano-kun, you stay."

Shinichiro Shikano, Major and Captain of the 1st Battalion, 4th Regiment, 2nd Division, was also the main person in charge of security at yesterday's ceremony venue.

After such a big incident, not to mention his regiment commander Oshima Rikutaro (who was already dead), even Lord Fujiwara himself almost lost his life in the venue. Some officers who were on good terms with Major Shikano felt sorry for him, but they soon hardened their hearts.

This kind of thing must not be involved.

However, they couldn't help but slow down their pace, wanting to see how Lord Fujiwara would deal with such an officer who had made such a serious mistake. Dismissal? Seppuku? Beheading? Shooting?

Shinichiro Shikano, who was still quite tall (1.65 meters), looked pale. He staggered to the front of Fujiwara no Kanezane and bowed his head deeply: "Mr. Fujiwara..."

"You, kneel down." ...Yes."

Everyone sighed in their hearts.

“Bang!!!”

Fujiwara Kanezane slapped Shikano hard in the face. Shikano leaned back and silently endured it, as if he wasn't being hit. Then, he heard a voice that made him unbelievable:

"Stand up! Continue to complete my mission!"

"...Your Highness...Your Highness?"

"Now, I have punished you on behalf of the Kwantung Army." Fujiwara Kanezane gently helped Shikano Shinichiro up.

"Yesterday's events happened so suddenly that even the late General Honjo and I didn't notice anything unusual. You are indeed at fault, but it's not entirely your fault." "...Your Highness... I... I..."

"A superior cannot... shift his own mistakes onto his subordinates... Go! Continue to protect Changchun's safety! I allow you to redeem yourself for your crimes!"

".."

Shinichiro Shikano, an officer from a lowly peasant family, kowtowed three times without another word, then stood up, took three steps back, and left with a resolute expression. Afterwards, Puyi, the State Council, and the Executive Yuan, as usual, issued orders celebrating the establishment of the "Great Manchurian Empire."

Japanese troops in various places were guarding their garrisons or carrying out patrol missions in an orderly manner, and even external harassment had almost ceased;

In short, under Fujiwara no Kanezane's administration, the entire Northeast remained peaceful, save for some rumors in Changchun. The great state of Manchukuo was at peace.

When this series of performances reached Tokyo, which was still arguing over the new commander of the Kwantung Army, the lack of officers and political officials, everyone couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

Lord Fujiwara is truly a pillar of the empire.

Then, a force called the "Northeast National Salvation and Anti-Japanese United Army" suddenly issued a public telegram to the whole country: We are responsible for the "March 9th Manchukuo Enthronement Ceremony Bombing."

092 How could director Fujiwara's script be wrong?

...The Black Waters and White Mountains were forcibly occupied by the Japanese invaders. Chinese men, women, young and old were devastated. The mountains and rivers were stained with blood and corpses were scattered everywhere. Poverty and displacement filled the air with resentment. Thinking of the homeland that no longer existed, tears flowed down their cheeks. "Strive for freedom, swear to resist the war, follow Ma Yuan, and return home wrapped in a shroud. Watch the battles, the military's might is evident. The ice and snow stab their resolve, the frosty nights and rain double their courage. Wait for the day when Northeast China is liberated and we return home in triumph, to comfort the people!" "In the years to come, our army will launch more suicide bombings! We swear to kill every Japanese devil who dares to invade our territory!"

"Glorious hero! Your soul has returned!"

"...tsk tsk tsk...I am so talented in writing..."

Mark looked at the latest telegram with admiration and said:

"Ah, yeah... I still haven't written this sentence properly... r should be sh... Never mind, I really am not cut out for writing novels... Tsk, why don't I just postpone 'Ninth Brother Just Wants to Be a Salted Fish' and '1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a Doll'..."

The agent was speechless.

In the "Northeastern Salvation and Anti-Japanese United Army National Telegram" fabricated by Fujiwara Mark, the so-called "Northeastern Salvation and Anti-Japanese United Army" disclosed an event that shocked the whole country: "The bombing at the enthronement ceremony of Puyi, the emperor of the puppet Manchukuo, on February 9, 1932" was done by them.

As for how to do it?

Of course, they would send assassins strapped with high explosives to sneak into the 200-plus ceremonial procession and then detonate the bomb when the time is right... As for who the assassins were?

Uh... In order to protect the families and descendants of the deceased, their names will not be published.

Anyway, among those more than 200 people, Chinese account for more than half. You can guess for yourself.

It is conceivable that after such a series of small moves, not only would the suspicions of Fujiwara Kanezane and the living people at the scene be eliminated, but the Japanese suspicion of the Chinese would reach its peak.

Sir, you don't want the person around you to be a walking bomb, do you?

whee.

Sure enough, when the news got out, not to mention the panic and chaos it caused, Zhao Ziqi, who came to visit Fujiwara Kanezane, had to go through rounds of body searches. It was not until Fujiwara Kanezane personally came forward and said, "He is the one who survived that day," that the Japanese soldiers showed a hint of kindness in their eyes.

"..Wu Jiu, what's going on?"

"Here, you see for yourself."

Mark passed the telegram to Zhao Ziqi, who couldn't understand Japanese and had to ask an agent to translate it for him. "...Puyi...is he really dead?"

"Isn't he really dead?"

Fujiwara Kanezane shrugged, and the white bow on her head bounced twice:

"Including Puyi, almost all the senior officials of Manchukuo and the Japanese officers who attended the ceremony were killed..."

Although he almost died in the explosion, Zhao Ziqi still couldn't help feeling happy.

Seeing that Fujiwara Kanezane didn't say anything, he smiled.

Any Chinese with a bit of national sentiment would surely feel comforted by this. Like everyone else, Zhao Ziqi had no doubt that Fujiwara Kanezane was responsible. According to the survivors, the explosion was both sudden and terrifying.

Even someone like him, who was too low-ranking to fall behind, suffered a minor back injury. The senior officials in the front were either shattered or bleeding from all seven orifices, dying extremely tragic deaths. No one believed that the planner of the incident would put himself in such a fatal situation.

Unless he wants to die.

...So, if you want to hold an important position in Manchukuo in the future, you must quickly learn Japanese, otherwise it will be difficult for me to help you intercede. "What's important...ah..."

Zhao Ziqi suddenly understood.

All the former high-ranking officials of Manchukuo were either dead or disabled, so wouldn't this group of young people who survived instantly become "veterans"? Huh?

Zhao Ziqi, who became a "national leader" ahead of schedule, felt complicated.

...Okay, okay, take good care of yourself first, then perform well and strive to become the Prime Minister of the State Council or the President of the country as soon as possible." Fujiwara Kanematsu patted Zhao Ziqi's shoulder, and after the other party grimaced in pain, he smiled and prepared to leave.

"where did you go?"

"Such a big thing happened, of course we have to deal with it!"

"..."

Looking at Fujiwara Kanezane's departing back, Zhao Ziqi sighed inwardly.

Regardless of this person's identity, position, or background, at least this unwavering composure, even in the face of a mountain collapsing before him, means he will undoubtedly achieve great success in the future. Not long after, a solemn Fujiwara no Kanezane arrived at the Kwantung Army's temporary headquarters and nodded to the dying 2nd Division Chief of Staff, Ueno Yoshitatsu.

"You know everything, right?"

"Yes! Your Highness Fujiwara! What should we do now?" Colonel Ueno was going crazy.

We finally managed to stabilize the situation, but why did this suddenly happen? This damn "Northeast National Salvation and Anti-Japanese United Army"!

Fujiwara no Kanezane was still as calm and composed as ever, making everyone feel at ease.

"Since the order given to us by the country is to stabilize the situation as much as possible, then let's stabilize it!" "But...how do we stabilize it?"

"Isn't it enough to just pretend that Puyi is not dead?"

Thinking of the pile of rotten flesh he saw at the scene, unable to tell who was who, Ueno Yoshitsugu's throat rolled over. No matter how despicable the "Anti-Japanese United Army" was, what they said was the truth.

The generals, Puyi and others probably didn't survive.

The generals' death was not a big deal, as the army would not be in chaos with Lord Fujiwara still around.