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Xiao Lin kicked the guerrilla fighter to the ground and tied him up tightly.
"Comrades, stop being misled by the reactionary rhetoric of imperialism. The Emperor doesn't care about your lives at all. We are your fellow countrymen."
As the guerrillas lay on the ground, they struggled and shouted that the guerrilla leadership had recently given instructions to awaken these soldiers who had been misled by imperialism, to strengthen their own forces, to unite more people to resist the rule of Japanese imperialism, and to win over more class friends.
Therefore, the guerrillas began to drop propaganda materials near the outposts to make these soldiers realize the true nature of Japan's aggression and expansion, and to stop acting as accomplices.
"The bourgeoisie and feudal oligarchs will only incite infighting among the proletariat and cause the proletariat to bleed."
"Think about your parents and siblings, are they really living well? If we want our descendants to truly be happy, the only way is to overthrow the mountain of imperialism! Liberating the people of Korea and Japan is the right thing to do. Comrades, don't be misled by the Emperor anymore! To create our happiness, we can only do it with our own hands!"
Hearing the guerrilla fighter shout this, Takahashi stopped what he was doing and looked at Kobayashi, waiting for Kobayashi to make his move.
"You're Japanese?" Kobayashi took the weapon from his body. "You're Japanese, and you're even involved with the Korean guerrillas?"
"Comrades, the Emperor is a complete fraud. Japanese society is now completely deformed. If we don't resist, the country will fall into an abyss!"
"Don't be fooled by the lies the government has woven. There are many Japanese compatriots in the guerrillas. Join us and fight against the Emperor's rule!"
"I admit you have a point, but what does that have to do with me?"
Kobayashi continued searching him and found a book in his coat pocket.
"Hey, you guerrillas have time to read books? Can you even read?" Xiao Lin picked up the book and looked at it. "The Communist Manifesto? Wasn't that book banned a long time ago? You actually have it?"
The treasonous incident of that year dealt a huge blow to the Japanese left wing. Nearly a thousand people were arrested and almost wiped out. After Kotoku Shusui was killed, the Japanese revolutionary movement fell into a low ebb and only recovered after the later war.
"Comrades, you must understand that all our current suffering is caused by imperialism! They are manipulating the proletariat at will for their own interests. We must fight! We must resist!"
Hearing him say that, Takahashi felt that there was some truth to it. Although he would have thought it was outrageous to say such things before, his mindset had completely changed now. Japanese society did indeed have problems.
“I admire you for daring to sneak into the outpost alone.” Kobayashi sighed after taking inventory of what he had taken. “You’re lucky. If you were a North Korean, I would have killed you by now. Hurry up and leave. I only want the stuff.”
"Run quickly, keep running south, I'm about to sound the alarm."
Hearing what Xiaolin said, the guerrilla was somewhat surprised that he had been let go so easily. It seemed that the instructions from above were correct; there were indeed many soldiers among them who could be won over.
"Oh, right, my name is Nishimura Kinoshita!" the guerrilla fighter shouted as he turned around, then quickened his pace and ran away.
"Kobayashi-kun, are you just going to let him go?" Takahashi was worried that something might happen.
“If we don’t let him go, these things won’t be ours anymore. If he weren’t Japanese, I would have dug a hole and buried him.”
If they capture him and bring him back, Xiao Lin and his men will at most receive some praise, which is meaningless to Xiao Lin. No matter how much you praise them, money is more important. The things they take from the guerrillas can be sold for a good price.
"The Communist Manifesto?"
Xiaolin patted the book in his hand. The red cover was wrinkled and the book itself was rolled up. He opened the book and read it through. There were many notes inside, so it must have been read a lot.
“Takahashi-kun, burn those propaganda posters. If they’re discovered, we’ll definitely take them back for questioning.” Kobayashi tossed a match to Takahashi. “As for this book, those people who started the riots say it’s the Little Red Book of the Revolution. They’d rather die than throw it away.”
"I want to see just how powerful this Little Red Book really is, and whether it's as those revolutionaries say, that after reading it you'll be invincible."
That's how people are; the more you forbid something, the more curious they become and the more they want to read it. The Communist Manifesto is an absolute banned book in Japan, and being found in it could lead to execution, but that didn't stop a lot of people from being curious and trying every means to get a copy.
I had heard of this book before when I was in China, and now that I've finally gotten my hands on a copy, I figured I might as well read it since I have some free time.
Extra
New World
Highest level of security:
The Order of Burgundy
1964 January 11
Project New World
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Authorized by: Heinrich Himmler
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log:
Today marks the 100th day since the start of the "New World" project. At first, I thought it was just another ingenious idea from the leader.
Leaders always have some ingenious ideas. I still can't understand why there's so much funding supporting so much research. Did those alchemical madmen really succeed? Is it really possible for such experiments, which defy basic physics, to succeed? Including what I'm researching...
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Security outside seems to have been tightened again, and the replacement is actually a skeleton master, for an experiment that is completely impossible to succeed?
However, our experimental funding is still sufficient, and these external matters have nothing to do with us. According to reports, the leader canceled the "Black Sun" project in order to protect our funding. I heard that the other project was much more reliable than ours. I wonder what the leader is thinking.
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The installation has been completed, and the leader has come to visit; he seemed very pleased.
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They really found it!
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The device is on! My God, I'm starting to disbelieve in science too!
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Does magic really exist?
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They succeeded?! Were those alchemists not madmen? Or were they the truly madmen?
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What's on the other side?
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We opened the magic box.
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I really deserve to die.
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Autopsy report: November 1, 1964, Erich Merkle, male, 54 years old, cyanide poisoning.
"In the name of God, I solemnly and sacredly swear that I will unconditionally obey the orders of Heinrich Himmler, Reichsführer of the SS, and fight against all enemies that hinder the progress of the Aryans. I will be ready, as a brave soldier, to give my life for this oath."
Magna raised his hand and began to recite the oath he had taken years ago. No one knew if he could return this time, or what was on the other side.
"Good luck," Himmler said as he stepped forward. The passage had been opened, and no one knew what lay beyond.
"We know nothing about the situation there yet. All communication devices are unable to obtain information from there. What you need to do is to collect as much intelligence as possible from there and then transmit it over."
"You're wearing the affected necklace, which will allow you to return from that side. See you in three days."
After understanding the process, the machine was started.
A soldier in protective gear placed a huge stone slab into one of the machine's ports. The entire machine suddenly began to hum, accompanied by a huge energy fluctuation. A dark purple vortex slowly opened until it stabilized to a suitable size.
My glory is loyalty!
After shouting the slogan, Magna walked into the vortex.
at the same time
"Engine warning! Engine warning! 633 requesting ejection! 633 requesting ejection!"
"Oh!"
Magna was ejected from the plane. The inexplicable interference had caused his plane's engines to suddenly shut down. After several unsuccessful attempts, he was forced to parachute out. The interference also affected him, and he was still not fully recovered when he landed.
After retracting his parachute, Magnus surveyed his surroundings. Something was amiss. He clearly remembered seeing a forest before landing, but now it had turned into an open space.
However, he didn't care about that. His priority now was to find a way to contact rescue, since he had landed near a residential area.
It took him quite a while to dodge, but thankfully he wasn't seriously injured. Magna estimates he can find someone to ask for help after walking a short distance.
As I walked, I started to feel something was off. This place looked like Germany, but it wasn't Germany. Why were there such strange flags hanging here? It wasn't the German flag either. And why did it feel so eerie?
With questions in mind, he knocked on a door. Although he was mentally prepared, Magna was still shocked when the door opened.
The person who opened the door looked exactly like him!
"Who are you!"
The two asked the question at the same time, clearly indicating that neither of them had recovered from the shock.
Magna came to the countryside to find peace because he couldn't stand the oppressive environment in the city. He didn't expect to encounter such a thing after only one day. Does he have a younger or older brother?
"My name is Magna. My plane has crashed. Could you help me contact rescue services?"
"Your name is Magna?" the person who opened the door asked, looking puzzled. "My name is Magna too."
It was all too coincidental, with an inexplicable eeriness, but Magna still let him in.
Seeing the calendar on the table, Magna was somewhat puzzled.
"1960? Shouldn't it be 1964 this year?"
“1964? Are you dreaming?” Magna found it somewhat amusing, and he had a vague feeling that something was amiss.
Who is the current president of the country?
“Chairman? What are you talking about? That’s called the Führer.” Magna’s voice became serious, because he knew that no one in Germany would dare to say such a thing.
"Who exactly are you?" He walked to the table and quietly opened the drawer. The person in front of him was not normal. Looking at the pistol inside, Magna wondered if he should shoot him.
"Where am I?" Magna suddenly had a bad feeling.
"You're in Germany."
"Be specific."
"Greater German Empire".
Upon hearing this, Magnus lost all hope. Combining this with the flag he had seen outside earlier, he realized that he had likely traveled through time.
"The Greater German Empire? Who is the current Führer?"
Magna was no longer nervous, but rather curious. The Greater German Empire? Was it still ruled by the Hohenzollern family? It seemed the people of this world were truly miserable.
Magna had already drawn his gun and pointed it at the man sitting in the chair who looked exactly like him. The events of the past few tens of minutes were too bizarre, giving him a sense of unreality.
"Of course it's the great Führer Adolf! Who are you anyway?!"
After hearing the answer, Magna looked at the "self" pointing the gun at him.
“My name is Magner, and I come from the German Democratic Republic. Our President is Nicholas Thorne.”
"However, it is quite surprising that our most respected former Minister of Propaganda shares the same name as your head of state."
Upon hearing Magner's words, the man put down his pistol.
"You're from the German Democratic Republic? How can I trust you?"
"If you don't believe me, you can kill me, but you have to promise to shoot me dead, or you might be the one who dies."
“Never mind.” Magna sighed, his tone becoming playful.
"How long do you plan to stay? When are you going to leave? Are you planning to bring your army here to fight?"
"I've had enough of living. Let's destroy it. You should hurry up and find a way back so they can wipe out this world."
Return to Yan'an
Zhao Yan'an couldn't believe that he had actually returned to the land his parents longed for; it all felt unreal to him.
I'm back. This is Shaanxi, this is Yan'an, my hometown that I've always longed for.
When Zhao Yan'an was only a few months old, he was held by his mother and followed the Red Army's retreating troops, gradually moving further and further away.
Unlike Zhao Yan'an, who stood there dumbfounded, many people knelt on the ground, clutching the yellow earth and weeping bitterly.
A large portion of those who participated in the Yan'an Liberation Campaign were locals who had followed the Red Army to Xinjiang.