Chinese Warlord From Joseon - Chapter 447



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Blood, Sweat, and Tears 2

I opened the feature article in the London Times.

There was an article about Churchill that spanned seven whole pages.

In particular, Churchill’s pointed face on the front page caught my eye.

For a 60th Prime Minister of the British Empire facing enormous challenges, he seemed like a grumpy child.

Churchill…, did I break your toy?

“Entered politics as a Conservative…, changed party affiliation to the Liberal Party when Lloyd George became Prime Minister…, returned to the Conservative Party after Lloyd George fell from power…

However, as a naval minister, he made a huge mess at Gallipoli, and as a finance minister, he caused the Great Depression. There is no need to mention the policy failures he caused while serving as colonial minister in India and Egypt. For a while, he became a wild man, living as a scoundrel, following his friends who were doing well.

But is it really true that he is a man chosen by heaven? His chance comes. Lloyd George, who re-established the government, allows Churchill to change his party affiliation for the third time. He becomes a Liberal again. Everyone thought at the time that after three betrayals, Churchill had finally settled down in the Liberal Party.

All wrong! Churchill has once again given everyone a big slap in the face! Churchill, who has returned to the Conservative Party, has taken up the mantle of the old house and has been nominated as the Prime Minister of the National Government! Is he immortal? Let us all chant Churchill’s name! The fate of the British ship now rests in the hands of this eccentric, dogmatic, pot-bellied captain…!”

This is completely different from what Bytzman reported.

Should we call this Churchill’s coup?

I can’t help but admire the tenacity of life that allows them to survive like bats.

Lloyd George was always sympathetic to the Jews.

Weitzmann was so attached to the Prime Minister that he controlled most of the information.

A majority of Conservative MPs and a significant number of Liberal MPs had already gone over to Churchill.

Even the King of England seemed to have taken him over, so Lloyd George had no choice from the start.

He has been doing this for too long, and it is clear how much trust he has lost from the members of the National Assembly.

“I told you, our country is full of gluttony.”

When I looked up, Lawrence was standing there, looking down at the knight.

“I don’t know. Churchill is a comrade who went on adventures in the desert with us. We might be able to communicate surprisingly well.”

“You call that a lie? His intentions are obvious, seeing as he betrayed the Liberal Party, joined the Conservative Party, and even became Prime Minister!”

“I know. I was just saying.”

“What do we do now?”

Now that the regime has changed, will the armistice talks run into trouble?

Should we even re-adjust the things we have agreed upon so far from the beginning?

It has been barely three weeks since Manstein and his party returned to their home country after finishing their secret talks.

The newly formed Federal Republic of Germany succeeded in nullifying the Treaty of Versailles, but was still far from ready for full-scale military action.

Unify each region that had been divided for 20 years.

Destroy the troublesome Junkers (landlords) and strengthen the power of the citizens in the city center.

Above all, it is time to increase the national defense force, which has been tied to the 100,000-strong limit for a long time.

That is why this moment right now is so precious.

“I sent a congratulatory wreath. I think it’ll have arrived in London by now.”

“Congratulations from an enemy general? That seems strange.”

“It’s a celebration of human to human. It’s true that he saved me in Riyadh.”

Lawrence didn’t seem to like it.

“There’s definitely something going on. In Europe and Asia, they’re building up troops and they’re anxious to avoid conflict, but they’re avoiding the battlefield that’s right in front of them? That makes no sense. They’re probably just trying to move the battlefield. Even if a peace conference is concluded in the Mediterranean, a bigger war will break out in another region.”

I know. I heard it too.

I think you said it was a rescue operation.

I hesitated to mention it.

Few people are aware that Zionist groups, including Weizmann, cooperate with China.

He was reluctant to reveal the information he had obtained through Weitzman to Lawrence, who was British.

This is the horror of war.

It makes you unable to trust even your close friends…

“I’m not in a position to give you advice, but I think you should strengthen the defense of the mainland. If the British advance into India and Burma, the southwestern part of China will be easily taken over. And furthermore… who knows? With a strong fleet initiative, they might aim for the eastern coast…”

As Lawrence suspects, the idea of ??a rescue operation itself was not difficult to come up with.

It’s just that the scale and timing are absurd.

“What are you thinking about?”

Lawrence asked abruptly.

“It’s just that the trajectory of history is more solid than I thought…”

“what?”

“Did you ever imagine a few years ago that there would be a war between China and the European Union? And that Prime Minister Churchill would be leading the war?”

Maybe I’ve become a little sentimental.

The advent of Churchill’s cabinet felt to me like a turning point in the war.

There is no exit to return to.

It’s the kind of narrative where you can only find out the outcome after turning the last page.

“As for Churchill, he is, in a word, a man who never gives up. You’d better give up any hope that Britain will get out of the war. Even if Paris falls, the war won’t end.”

Lawrence answered in an indifferent voice.

“That’s what I was hoping for.”

***

I returned home without telling anyone.

One battalion moved together to prepare for any possible assassination threat.

When I returned to Beijing, there was a festive atmosphere.

I felt I could understand the essence of the madness that Germany experienced at the beginning of the World War.

Bloodstains scattered everywhere.

The sweat of soldiers carrying shells.

A single teardrop from a child secretly sobbing in the shade.

For me, who had been in the field for a long time and was only accustomed to such things.

The bustling city of Beijing felt unfamiliar.

Even the closest fighting, in Uyghur or Indochina, took place thousands of kilometers away.

For the citizens of Beijing, the battlefield of slaughter was a story from a distant land.

Instead, what we always hear is the endless reports of Chinese military victories.

On the way to Zhongnanhai, I saw students gathered at Tiananmen Square.

I thought it was some kind of protest, but when I looked closer, I saw that it was an outdoor performance in full swing.

“Stop for a moment.”

The car stopped on the road.

Students waving flags were seen in the foreground.

“We are all marksmen! One bullet kills one enemy! No matter how deep the Nile is, or how high the pyramid of Khufu is, our Black Tortoise chariots will pass through them all!”

Maybe they’re playing soldier.

Shazguang, who was watching from the front seat of the car, clicked his tongue.

Although Sha Zhiguang did not participate in the Arab campaign due to endemic diseases, upon returning to China, he was in charge of security duties as before.

“Bang, bang, bang! Hahahahaha! We are the vanguard that opens the way! Kill the fascists! Down with the great powers! Destroy the white people!”

A young man wearing a headband repeatedly struck a gun-shooting stance while shouting at the top of his lungs.

Then the people in front started to struggle and fell down.

Looking closely, I saw that white powder had been smeared on the face of the person falling.

“General, was this really what war was like? Was the Chinese army’s shooting skills really three times that of the British army, their physical strength five times, and their will to win ten times? So they ended the front line with just an infantry charge?”

Shazguang probably isn’t asking out of curiosity.

He too had fought in the desert war with me during World War I, so he would know how ridiculous the comedy these young students were putting on was.

“Oh! Let us spread the noble values ??of China throughout the Asian continent! When the rooster crows, the world dawns, and when the peerless rise, the enemy is torn to pieces! Well done, Republic Army!”

The play was ending.

The Chinese soldiers who had annihilated the enemy gathered together and cheered.

At first, it was a scream of many voices mixed together, but as the audience joined in, it gradually changed into a unified voice.

“Hanshin···! Hanshin···!! Hanshin···!!!”

Shazguang burst into laughter.

“The captain’s popularity has risen again. At this rate, you should consider running for president in the next election.”

“Let’s go, let’s go.”

The vehicle moved.

The excitement I saw in the square never left my mind.

“Hey, Shazguang. Have you been in Beijing all this time?”

“Huh, no. Do you think I’m just having fun because I don’t have a leader?”

“Then what did you do?”

“I traveled back and forth between Tianjin, Wuhan, and Hong Kong to meet with branch heads of the Triad Association from time to time to see if there was any special information coming in, or if there was anything the Association needed to intervene in.”

Well, Shazguang also has some spare cash, so he would have looked for work if he didn’t have any.

“What is it like to visit different cities? The atmosphere of the cities?”

“Hmm…, they’re very similar. The older I get, the more I realize that the scenery of developed cities is actually similar regardless of the region. If someone were to ask me to tell the difference between a photo of a bustling city in Beijing and a photo of a bustling city in Hong Kong, I wouldn’t be confident.”

“I can’t do it either.”

What does this fact mean?

It is the birth of the public.

Until just before the Xinhai Revolution, a different world unfolded as soon as you crossed a mountain.

Each village had its own traditions and customs, and was united by a strong sense of community.

That is why the plague called warlordism could easily spread.

But what about today?

Thanks to the development of transportation and communication, incidents and accidents that occurred in Beijing were reported in the Hong Kong Daily the very next day.

A young man living in Wuhan feels closer to a radio host in Shanghai than to an old man living across the river from the next village.

In this unified world, people’s consciousness is becoming more and more unified.

Instead of small communities like families and villages.

Feeling a sense of belonging to a larger community, such as a nation, ethnicity, or ideology.

“Do people support the war?”

“her!”

Shazguang was dumbfounded, as if he had heard something he shouldn’t have heard.

“You call that a thing? Even the title for the general has changed. The title of the most peerless general was handed over to Han Xin of the Chu and Han regions, and now the general is called the most peerless general of all time.”

“But you know, the situation is not so optimistic. The Alliance has no intention of giving up the war, so it won’t be long before fiercer fighting breaks out.”

“Well, do most people care about that? If we win, they’re happy and say “Wow!”, and if we lose, they’re like “Oh, my!” and say “That’s too bad.” Of course, I know that the media doesn’t report the truth about the battlefield. But you know what I mean, Captain.”

Shazguang, who was sitting in the front seat, turned around and looked behind him.

“For criminals like us, it’s enough to just watch the captain’s actions from behind. It’s enough to share the captain’s dreams. Isn’t that okay? I don’t feel any malice in the citizens’ pure madness.”

“I didn’t say that was a bad thing.”

“Hehe, but you thought about it, right? I’ve been watching the captain for decades, so how could you not know that? The captain is always wary of totalitarianism. He hates anything that is unified without minority opinions.”

I looked out the window in silence.

Nothing else.

When I think about joining hands with Germany and fighting Churchill, I somehow feel like a villain.

“But know this. Even though those little kids are talking about the leader being a god or something, it’s not true. They just want to believe it. The United States of China is a country with freedom of religion, and everyone has the right to have their own beliefs.”

Is that target a country?

Human, Hanshin?

“The captain likes to gamble. China has bet on him, so now there is no choice but to win somehow.”

Okay, let’s clear out the distracting thoughts.

This is not a war that can be won if the supreme commander is anxious.

Let us not reject but accept the consistent cry of the public calling for Hanshin.

What if you’re a villain?

From the moment of victory, the roles are reversed.

If the rescue operation is a counter-offensive operation, it is already stored in my head.

Isn’t it okay if we just don’t let them land?

The composition of the Chinese Ocean Fleet is still shabby compared to the British Royal Fleet.

At least as of this point, in the spring of 1941.

And this word, present moment, is very important.

Angel O-Kwan’s shipbuilding plan is gradually coming to light.

This year alone, seven shipyards with battleship-class construction capabilities have opened.

With its well-built infrastructure, China’s industrial productivity is also on the verge of explosion.

From now on, under the total war system of 500 million militia, all we have to do is produce the quantity.