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Peace is an uneasy thing. Chiang, that traitorous bastard, lives. He controls the bulk of
China. The Japanese remain a constant threat to the North and I highly doubt they¶re
going to cede the land they have stolen without significant bloodshed. The question is
whose blood will it be? Will it that of my people? Chiang¶s? Both?

I don¶t know what he¶s going to do. He¶s a real bastard, that one. I know I already said
that, but it bears repeating. China needs a strong leader to guide it into a new era, not
someone who¶s willing to play every side of an issue simultaneously.

So, Zhou, as this is just you and me, here¶s what we¶re going to do. Let¶s play: how do I
take over China?

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Of course I am. Let¶s explain this for the readers back home:

We cannot take over China in the situation we are in right now. We¶re going to need one
of two things to happen. We either need tremendous amounts of Soviet aide, so much that
we can bury Chiang under an influx of Red Army surplus held in the hands of the troops
of the People¶s Republic, or« we can get Chiang and the Japanese to duke it out, kill one
another, and then waltz in to pick up the pieces.

Let¶s face it. We¶re not in the right place to do this on our own. We¶re going to need help,
whether it¶s freely given or scavenged. If Red China is to rise, it will be on either the
shoulders of Soviet giants or on the backs of our defeated enemies.
uarch 1936

Boosh. Shoulders of Soviet Giants here we come. Guess who just got back from
uoscow, baby? I¶d never even seen a plane before today, but here I was, riding in one.
At first, I thought someone had uncovered the radio frequencies and was playing a cruel
joke on me, like that guy who lives a few towns over who thinks I¶m crazy for having
marched for ages. Well, now who¶s laughing? I had lunch with Joseph Stalin today and
he didn¶t. So there.

uoscow is a beautiful city. It¶s a workers paradise over there. Everyone has what they
need, the land belongs to the people, and everyone gets what they want. It¶s the sort of
thing I want to see happen in China. It¶s the sort of thing that will happen to China thanks
to this handy piece of paper I managed to get signed. This lovely piece says, more or less,
that I can now call upon the Soviets for help, should I need it, and if they can oblige me,
boosh. Cash money. And troops too.

And they hate Chiang as much as I do! This could potentially be very, very helpful in
ensuring my dominance.
uay 1936

I went on a nice long walk with Zhou today. Among other things, we discussed the
various institutes, centers for, and strategic task forces I was going to have to establish if I
wanted to be successful. First thing I figure I have to found is the Chinese People¶s Anti-
Japanese uilitary and Political College.

We also talked about how to goad the Japanese. Stalin suggests I simply strike them, but
their army is too big for me to knock on their door and attack. That would be suicidal.
The architecture does not yet exist to send in crack squads whose job it is to lay down
their lives in the pursuit of the higher goal. I may have to result to taunting them. Perhaps
some care packages to Tokyo with undesirable things in them, to be delivered to the
Emperor¶s doorstep.

Or not. I¶m not 12 anymore, Zhou. It¶s not like being attacked first by an enemy is a bad
thing. I maintain it might be a good thing.

Chiang is up to something. I don¶t know what, but he¶s up to something. I should really
try to get an agent into the KuT to allow me to better understand his goings on. I think I
will.

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Agent Hu has successfully infiltrated the political circles of Nanking. He will report back
to me regularly. He will hopefully provide me with much needed intelligence as to what
Chiang is doing. Hu is going to be one of our top priorities in the coming days. We may
need his services if Operation Running Dog is to go into effect.
August 1936

Westerners might not be so bad. Some will allow you to talk to them for prolonged
periods of time and even put your words in print. All you have to do is come up with
something for them to want to listen to and something they will want to write on. Had I
known this would have happened, I would have dissolved that stupid truce with Chiang
sooner.

They gobbled up everything I said as to why I had decided this false peace was no longer
worth it like candy. Things I¶ve been saying and writing for years were new and unique
to them. Chiang is a running dog? I¶ve been saying that stuff for at least a decade now.
But all of a sudden, because I¶ve amassed troops at his border, its something new and
amazing. It¶s weird, but I¶m not complaining. Its drawing in new recruits to the fold, and
these guys are the ones who are going to fight the war.

This war with Chiang will be a trying time for all people. I trust in my ability to
command my men so that we may retake China from the running dog. See, there I said it
again. It¶s nothing new.

Hopefully, Hu will be able to relay valuable information back to save lives. I¶m not
asking for him to broadcast where, when, and how many Nationalist troops are coming,
but some advance warning of any sort would be nice.
October 1936

I said advance warning, Hu. Would it have killed you to say ³You there, idiot, you have
undefended lands that Chiang is likely to walk into because you¶re defending the wrong
places.´

It¶s been a bad few weeks for the glorious Red Army of the People¶s Republic of China.
Too many good men have died and too much land has been loss. With these sustained
losses, I¶m not sure that war against Chiang cannot be fought on conventional standards.
I¶m going to have to fight a new sort of war, a war akin to that George Washington
fought against the British. The true strength of our army must be with our support with
the people of the lands we still control. We must unite the strength of the army with that
of the people; we must strike the weak spots in the enemy's flanks, in his front, in his
rear. We must make war everywhere and cause dispersal of his forces and dissipation of
his strength.

That would be fine if our problem wasn¶t that we have less and less people to support us.
Our attack on Honan yielded poorer results than we had hoped. It still remains in
Chiang¶s filthy hands. He controls the Great Desert and Yunnan. Kansu and uongolia
still hold. The winter is coming upon us and I¶ve got no plans to go anywhere anytime
soon. Chiang may be foolish and attempt an assault in the snow, but if he does, the
weather will take care of him.

You¶ve really got to love the snow. It doesn¶t discriminate as to who goes into it. It treats
everyone the same and turns us all into children. We all need our mommies to keep us
warm and to remember to wear our mittens and drink our cocoa. As adults, our mittens
may be larger and our cocoa may be spiked with schnapps, but we still need to keep
warm. Troops need to keep warm. r 
in Northern China.
November 1936

Anybody order a single white immensity? Winter came early this year. The snow was fun
to play in. The children played Communists and Running Dogs, pelting one another with
snowballs and storming snowforts. Chiang did nothing against me this winter, which is
wise.

Hu sent an interesting message a few days ago. It concerned the United Kingdom. I
haven¶t honestly given them much thought, given that none of them are named Stalin, but
from the sounds of it, Chiang has. Hu says that Chiang has been in deep talks with their
foreign minister to create some sort of relationship akin to the one that I have with Stalin,
giving him western backing. That could make things sticky for me, as they could provide
him with troops and monetary backing. If British troops were used to fight Soviet troops
in any future conflicts, that could lead to a major international incident that I¶m pretty
sure Stalin doesn¶t want and I¶d be foolish to encourage.

I¶ve got to keep my ears peeled to the politics of the Western World. I want nothing to do
with it, but if Chiang gets aide, I may need to tell Stalin to stop annoying me for money
and instead turn around and pester him.
April 1937

Ha ha. Chiang¶s deals went nowhere. Hu tells me he shot a man in the face out of
frustration. Good thing it wasn¶t Hu, otherwise I¶d be in a bad place. He is destitute,
broke, and from what Hu says, out of cocoa. Hah. No cocoa. It¶s still cold, Chiang-y. You
aren¶t going to get anywhere without any delicious, nutritious chocolate.

uy piggybank problems may be over. As much as I would not like to talk the West, it has
its benefits. France and the Soviet Union have officiated a formal relationship. uoney
will change hands there. And the money wont be mine! And what¶s even better, is if this
fear of an accidental Anglo/Russo confrontation ever comes to pass, France can serve as
a moderator. The British love the French. They¶re weird buddies like that. So weird that
now they have an agreement like the one Stalin and France have. So now, if they really
wanted to, the British could transfer a battalion of men to the French, who could change
their uniforms and send them to the Soviets, who could reoutfit them with better weapons
and give them to me. They¶d still speak English and do things for their Queen, but I could
use them just like they were native Chinese troops. How weird is that?

But the best part is that if these guys are willing to talk to Stalin, they might be willing to
talk to me and give me some recognition as the government of China. Their recognition
could lead to money, which could in turn be used to kick Chiang into Hong Kong or
Japan or somewhere like that.

Global politics, as much as I don¶t want to talk about it, has its benefits. News has its
benefits. News has a sort of mystery sometimes and with recent events, one cannot really
help but wonder, who are our enemies and who are our friends?
August 1937

Note to self: next time I instruct Hu to lay open the gates of Peking, I need to specify
which gate I mean. I don¶t want to have to hear from a field commander that my super
sneaky attack was met by a heavily fortified wall, which was in turn followed by a crack
team of snipers, which was only followed up by an artillery barrage on my forces. There
were no survivors.

That wasn¶t the plan, Hu. The plan was to test their mettle, take minimal losses, and
report back with intelligence. I understand that in our struggle there will be sacrifices and
fatal incidents will be common. We have to remember that when we think of the
subjugated people under the thumbs of tyrannical landlords and Chiang¶s rule and the
pain that they suffer daily, dying for them means dying for the right cause. I just wasn¶t
expecting the death of everyone. I underestimated Chiang in this aspect, and this is
something I will never do again.

But yeah, underestimating Chiang is something I need to learn to stop doing. I write this
from uongolia instead of Kansu because I underestimated him and decided to focus on
the Japanese, who I¶ll discuss later. I¶ve lost my industrial base. That kind of hurt,
especially as I know the factories in the production district are being retooled for use
against me.

The moral of the story is this: focus on the person who¶s actually at war with you, not the
person you think is going to be at war with you. Besides, I have it from Po that they¶re at
least a year away from engaging in an assault on the mainland.

Po is my new man in Tokyo. Hu had been training him in Nanking as one of his aides.
He¶s vital as he speaks fluent Japanese. Chiang hasn¶t discouraged people from learning
that heathen language, it seems, so why not take advantage of it? Po managed to
somehow, and I don¶t know how because I thought they were in the middle of a naval
blockade of all Chinese vessels, get into Japan. He now runs a sushi restaurant in Tokyo
frequented by several officials high up in the army. Apparently Admiral Yamamoto, or at
least the person who picks up his lunch, is not a fan of overly spicy sushi. Who knew?
December 24, 1937

December 24. This is a day that Christians consider to be the birth of their Lord, Jesus
Christ. This is the first time in months that I have been able to set pen to paper without
fear of my blood serving as the ink. I am a leader without a land, a commander without a
command post, a nationalist without a nation. I cannot comment as to where I am right
now in fears of this falling into the wrong hands.
Chiang has committed the ultimate betrayal. On the morning of October 14, 1937 a scout
approached my command quarters with the most distressing news. uy chairman, he
gasped, the Japanese approach. He sought aide from the infernal Japanese.
I have known for a long time that the Japanese planned to assault me. I knew it was
coming from the moment they framed me for a terrorist attack against innocent civilians
in uanchuria that I did not commit.
I had prepared for them, fortifying my border with their adjacent province in hopes of
dissuading them from making any sudden movements. I had not prepared for their mobile
assault that would wipe out the initial border patrol. They came at me with tanks moving
far faster than I had ever expected a tank to move. These were not things I was aware
they possessed. They must have been gifts from that fool Hitler, remnants of his
successful Spanish Civil War.
uy initial fortress fell, and I had hoped my defenses would hold. October 21 saw a
renewal of the assault, with different results. Having learned from my mistakes, I
employed new tactics that resulted in their small advancing party being wiped out. I was
hopeful, foolishly. Perhaps I could hold them off. Perhaps I could call in Soviet
reinforcements. Such a fool was I.
Skirmishes were delayed until November 3, when Chiang, sensing weakness, attacked me
from the Great Desert. This was terrain I was familiar with, and I spoiled any attempts he
had of a victory. uy troops were unseen to him, like the wind is unseen to us all.
Amazingly, they all returned, though none of Chiang¶s dogs were slaughtered that day.
That would prove to be a mistake, as they returned four days later from Kansu. uy losses
were less severe; Chiang would be triumphant one week later. November 14, 1937, my
headquarters was overrun. I have spent the last 40 days wandering in the desert.
Today is the date that Christians consider to be the birth of their lord. Today shall go
down as the heralding of a second birth as well. Today, uao Zedong was truly born. I
cannot treat this conflict as I had initially thought I would be able to. I cannot worry
about how I am going to field an army. The troops will come. There are far too many
loyal to me throughout China who are willing to take up the banner of the cause and fight
for it.
I must become like the wind; be everywhere and nowhere. Wherever Chiang looks, uao
will be there. I must transcend the possibilities of what is possible and realize that I must
serve a higher purpose. There will be no mercy. The attacks will be swift and serve the
purpose of throwing Chiang off his balance. If I must become a guerilla to survive, so be
it. I will become the greatest guerilla warrior the world has ever known.
Tomorrow, the war begins. But tonight, we rest as we celebrate the birth of our renewed
confidence.

PS- Po needs to listen better. uaybe Hu has not trained him well enough.
uarch 1938

I am a terrifying and opposing figure! Or at least that¶s how I wish the Japanese saw me.
They¶ve moved rearm their troops with new weapons, but they apparently don¶t value my
war with them as a major conflict. Po said it had something to do with the fact that ³a war
against someone who doesn¶t have any land isn¶t exactly a war.´ But it is against Chiang!

Stupid Japan.

As for Chiang, despite rallying a superior force of dedicated soldiers against a weakly
defended Nanking, the city held. That infuriates me. I mean, that city should have fallen.
And if I had taken it, I could have enacted land reforms that would dampen Chiang¶s
following and force him to come to terms with the Japanese threat.

He just annoys me, that¶s all. I mean, the man is responsible for the promotion of fascist
policies akin to those of Japan upon the subjugated people of Greater China. He puts on a
pleasant face to the British, who seek to make him their lap dog and expand their colonial
interests in China. Why they oblige his requests, I really don¶t know. I fail to see how
someone even as stupid as he is doesn¶t see this. They don¶t care about China; all they
care about is their precious oil field next to China. I hope Chiang¶s puppets enjoyed
having to do the official dance of the British Royal Court. I hear they make him actually
dance. Their parliament is weird like that.
June 1938

Oh yeah. Plans that come together are the greatest sorts of plans in the world. Hu
managed to finally get a diversion right. Through drips and leaks, the KuT thinks that
my forces are primed to assault a city again. Totally not the case.

I managed to mobilize my network of rural southern supporters that the time for
revolution was ripe and that they should throw off their agrarian based shackles and join
my forces. They were given arms and flags and little portraits of me to wave along with a
book on do it yourself sloganeering. It worked. Yunnan, Kwangsi, Ichang, Fujien, and
Wuhan have formed a new agrarian empire where all land is equally distributed amongst
those who work it. Kweichow was supposed to have joined it and given us an industrial
base with which to reinforce the peasants, but Chiang got wind of my plans and
garrisoned the factories.

This is bad for two reasons: 1) I won¶t be able to hold my empire. If I can¶t produce the
weapons to arm my people, Chiang will retake the land. I may as well try to march back
north and reclaim uongolia and Kansu in that case. This southern empire is nice, and the
fact that I could technically go home is great, but Northern China just seems to speak to
me. You can¶t survive a death march, become a leader, and then wage a war from a
snowy fortress and then expect to be perfectly happy back south.

2) If Chiang knew about this, what else does he know? Have I been compromised? It was
easy to place Hu and Po. Could it be just as easy for him to get someone to masquerade
as one of my loyal supporters and report back to him?

Oh yeah, and then there¶s problem #3: Are Russia and Japan at war? Seriously. That¶s a
completely valid question. A skirmish, not authorized by anyone happened and lives were
lost. Po¶s business has been booming as Japanese officials are forced to work late nights
and drink their frustrations away. It seems that they didn¶t give the order. It just
happened.
Stalin¶s pissed. I could use this to my advantage if he joins the fight against the Japanese
and backs me to do some of his dirty work. He could draw the Japanese assault, but I hear
he¶s not ready. Something about ³I need to interrogate Zhukov more.´ No clue what that
means.
December 1938

I have abandoned the South entirely. Let Chiang expend the forces to retake those
provinces if he desires them. Let him call upon his friends in the United Kingdom to
supply aide to him in their airdrops. I could do the same exact thing with superior Soviet
forces if I wanted to. I¶m only one step away from the powerbase that Chiang forced me
to build five years ago.

It¶s cold now. The snow is brisk against my skin, but I have my cocoa to comfort me. The
cold reminds me that I¶m alive and that no matter how hard he tries, Chiang isn¶t about to
get me to surrender. Let¶s go north.
April 1939

Hail, Hail uongolia! Land of the brave and free!

It is SO good to be back. Chiang stupidly seems to have kept my fortifications as I left


them, which is all the better for me. I can build them up, make them stronger, better,
sturdier than before. uy liquor cabinet lock seems to have befuddled all comers. A few
bottles were shot at through the closed doors, but none of the good stuff was destroyed.
Drinks would prove to be needed when I learned that Japan has begun to dig its tentacles
deeper into ancient Chinese lands and build up two massive factories in uanchuria. I
don¶t know where they¶re going, but I don¶t like it. I don¶t want any Japanese workers
building weapons on Chinese soil. They must be destroyed. I should really formulate
some sort of plan to go after them, but I¶ve a year before anything significant happens
there. These things take time. I can wait.
June 1939

Chiang concedes! A halting of strife in our time! We are absolutely right back where we
started! That means I technically win!

Okay, so Hu noted that there were talks of possibly putting an end to the war due to the
Japanese recent industrial expansion, but I didn¶t think he was serious. But I was wrong.
A few days later, a courier arrived with an assault rifle and an invitation to Nanking to
discuss a cessation of strife due to the Japanese threat. The gun was supposed to be some
sort of token of good will to ensure me that Chiang wasn¶t about to kill me as I was
allowed to bring it into talks with me.

I was sorely tempted to use it against Chiang when I saw him, but I figured that since he
was being nice, I wouldn¶t shoot him in the face.

I arrived in Nanking a few days later, hating absolutely everything I saw and hoping that
no one had any desire to kill me. Some peasants cheered when they saw me, some
landlords sneered when they heard I was near. I didn¶t care. I was there to get Chiang to
stop shooting and to agree to at least one absurd term. Personally, I was hoping to get
some antique scotch from his British backers or a silly hat.

Chiang greeted me coldly when I finally arrived at his office. I noticed he had a
significantly bigger gun perched on his desk, far superior to the one he gave me. As an
icebreaker, I complimented him on his superior firearm. It felt weird. We both
acknowledged that it was one of the weirder things one person had ever sad to another.
Ignoring my obvious social faux pas, we moved on to the reason we were here.

I demanded all of China. He threatened to shoot me. I insisted that he declare war on the
Japanese. He sad he¶d think about it and started cleaning a dagger he kept in a drawer. I
declared that all land was to go to the people. He suggested I jump out a window. Finally,
I motioned that I keep all land I have right now. He agreed to that one. He also agreed to
work with me on matters concerning Japan. But most importantly, I got my silly hat.

War is over. For now. I don¶t trust Chiang more than I can throw him. I don¶t know how
committed he is to actually doing anything against the Japanese, but it¶s good to have
this, even if it is only temporary.
October 1939

There isn¶t much happening these past few months. Winter is coming, I¶m at peace, and
Stalin seems to be happier latterly. Now that I have all this free time, I suppose I should
check in with my spy network.

Hu: With the recent peace accord between Communist and Nationalist forces, there
hasn¶t been much talk of skewering uao¶s head and placing it on a pike as of late. Things
have calmed down to the extent that some communist loyalists in major cities are free to
wear their hats again without fear of savage reprisal. Chiang has moved to consolidate his
control over the industrial bases of China, offering plush rewards and contracts to all
³titans´ of industry who can increase their efficiency to near suicidal levels. Workers are
oppressed harder than ever before and seem riper for revolution than ever. No talks are
seen between Chiang and Japan, but the push to increase army size makes it seem more
likely than ever that war between the Empire and the KuT is actually coming.

Will report more as I learn it. Agent Hu out.

Po: Yamamoto really dislikes spicy food. uet him for the first time a few months ago.
Put enough sake on the house to learn that he¶s angry. He¶s upset that no one seems to
take him seriously and that his navy is being ignored. Feels he should be doing
something. Navy being ignored means that army is being built up. Attempting to find
army leaders and ply them similarly. Will hopefully have more results in near future.
Certain figures worried about someone named Zhukov, but glad that the Soviet Union is
occupied in Finland.

Will report more as I learn it. Agent Po out.


uarch 1940

Japan is going to open   factory in uanchuria. I really don¶t understand this. Why
are they spending so much effort on building their industrial base? They don¶t have the
resources to support it. Their factories aren¶t running at optimal capacity. If Chiang is
doing one thing right, he¶s at least ensuring that the Chinese factories are fed with enough
resources. Even idiots can get some things right sometimes, but not Japan. They¶re
perfectly content to build three major industrial parks in uanchuria and not ensure they
have the proper resources with which to make things work.

Po reported in. Yamamoto continues to be an angry drunk, but a belligerent drunk that
shares my sentiments. He knows his country is failing in its purpose right now. This is
fantastic for me. If Po can convince Yamamoto to challenge the army leaders, they might
go after Chiang to claim their resources. Remember that little drunken argument I had
way back when with myself? If I can get them to duke it out, and if I helped, I can waltz
into any undefended lands and rally the people to overthrow their oppressors while the
tools of Chiang¶s regime do battle with the Japanese. Of course I¶ll help. They¶re the
Japanese. They deserve to be punched in the face. They want to be shot at. They consider
dying for the glory of their emperor to be the highest honor they can achieve.

They treat their emperor as if he was a god. That¶s just wrong. This may just be my
problem with organized religion talking, but man isn¶t divine. There are certain things
that may feel divine (alcohol, women, cocoa), there are certain things that may sound
divine (the sound Chiang made when Hu stole his pen knife), but there isn¶t anything that
is actually divine. Especially not a person. That goes double for someone who thinks that
factories work well when not fully staffed with resources.

Their idiocy may be their weakness. Perhaps a strike sooner than later is the best idea.
June 1940

War!

But the feud isn¶t between Chiang and myself. This time, the strife is between the united
forces of Chiang and I against the Japanese curs. Things are going to be different. We¶re
going to kick them out of uanchuria, force them into peace on our terms, and for once,
I¶m not going to be forced to retreat from my stronghold. I¶ve even instructed all loyal
workers to help the war effort by fashioning their own weapons in their home forges.

After months of consultation with Chiang¶s people in Nanking, we agreed on a summer


campaign. The Japanese would be weaker then. He and I would assault into Jehol and try
to capture the Japanese army by surprise, taking as many of them down with us as we can
and then drive into the industrial powerhouse of uukden and Soviet border of
Tshwhatsit. From there, we threaten Chosen and will sue the Japanese for peace, letting
them know their days of colonial possession are behind them. There¶s no way I could see
an invasion of Japan ever occurring by either my or Chiang¶s forces, so a peace suit with
terms and conditions highly favorable to Chiang and myself is the best possible outcome
that could come from this. If things go well, perhaps the Soviets could even be persuaded
to join in and allow us access to their port to take on the Japanese navy.

Chiang is eager to help in this planning. If there¶s one thing we can agree upon, it¶s our
hatred of Japan. We hate those guys. uore than we may hate one another. The troops
move out in 5:00 hours. The battle could be bloody, but I feel with our combined forces,
we will emerge victorious.

uaybe I can trust him. For once.


July 1940

Hey, where are all the Japanese troops? I¶m walking through their lands, but they¶re not
here. That¶s odd.

December 1940

Oh, they were in uukden. All of them. The entire Japanese army somehow managed to
magically clear out of the lands that we were attacking and build up in strength in
uanchuria¶s industrial powerhouse while my forces skipped through Jehol and
Tshimabob. What a magical coincidence.

Chiang has betrayed me. There is no way that the Japanese were able to not only avoid
our initial assault and cede ground bloodlessly but also return in greater numbers and
reclaim Tshiy. They wiped out my entire garrison. All of those brave men who marched
forwards in an attempt to expel the foreign invader are gone. Not a one of them remains. I
personally marched with a regiment. It was a combination morale booster for the troops
and pacifier for me. I needed to see some action, kill somebody. Get drunk and set fire to
something that I wasn¶t responsible for cleaning up.

As I marched with my men, we were flanked out of Chosen. They had us surrounded and
severely outnumbered. I called out to them to be brave in the face of the enemy, to
remember all we had fought for and the honorable death of those who had come before
us. This was our land. This was native Chinese soil. They were nothing more than filthy
Japanese who needed our precious resources to survive.

The bloodshed was massive. We were simply outnumbered. I¶m amazed I managed to
escape, but I somehow managed to flee the scene. I feel guilty for being alive. Why did
everyone around me perish and I managed to escape with only minor bruises. What gave
me the foresight to bring a bicycle into a war zone (more on that later)
When I finally returned to our headquarters, I called together all of our followers and I
proceeded to give what is the longest speech of my life. I spent eight hours berating the
Japanese. I called them murderers. I called them torturers. I called down the wrath of the
ancestors. I pledged to destroy every last one of them. I think at one point I plotted to
poison the ocean and starve them to death. I don¶t remember all of the details. I tend to do
these things from the cuff, so there isn¶t a written record.

What I do remember is going into a rage once I discovered that the very bicycle that
ferried me to safety was Japanese made. No wonder it was a worthless piece of garbage
that threw me over the handlebars. No wonder I¶ve been wearing leather gloves for the
past few weeks as my hands were injured in said accident. No wonder the breaks make
too much noise when I activate them. It¶s a filthy Japanese product! It¶s worthless! It¶s
not fit to carry me as I ride on it, especially as I ride into battle. Never again shall I ride a
bicycle into the theater of war, especially not that bike.

As I write this, the bike is in several pieces. At the end of my bicycle denouncement,
which was the end of my speech, I grabbed a flaming torch and set the bicycle on fire. I
didn¶t realize those things burned like that, otherwise I probably wouldn¶t have done it.
After dousing the flames out, I invited several of my followers to join me in beating the
charred frame with rocks and shooting the tires. The bike has been ruined. But it¶s okay.
I¶ve already found a new one. This is a sturdy, reliable, CCP made bike. This is a bike I
can ride proudly without fear of it trying to betray me. This is the uao ZeBicycle!

Chiang had some sort of speech in Nanking too, but I didn¶t care. Something about
Poland or something, which is an insignificant country that invaded another insignificant,
but much stronger country.

Stalin spoke as well. His idiot general (not the one he spent time questioning) stood in the
background and upstaged him at the end with a ridiculous remark. I don¶t know why
Stalin didn¶t shoot him there. I personally would have. Upstaging a great leader like
Stalin at the end of a speech. Such insolence. At least he deployed an armored division
once he was done. I can¶t wait to command one of those against the Japanese and/or
Chiang.
uarch 1941

Japan finds new ways to annoy me every day. The entire expeditionary force that was
supposed to struggle valiantly against the Japanese has fulfilled its purpose. They¶ve
struggled all right, and valiantly too, but they seem to have forgotten the whole surviving
part while they were at it. They¶re gone. All gone. Jehol has fallen back into Japanese
hands. That strike, as well intentioned as it was meant to be, was meaningless. Po reports
gloating Japanese army commanders toasting one another for throwing the ³Red Fool´
out of the way.

Red Fool. I¶ll show them. uao is not one to be trifled with. Especially not since they
have angered Chiang as well by invading an unguarded province in the South. Kwangsi,
which was so lovely all those summers ago, is now in Japanese hands. They flew in like
raiders in the night and made off with the governor, replacing him with one of their own.
Chiang is sure to be furious at this turn of events, and now that he has direct access to
Jehol again, we should be able to renew our assault.

On the diplomatic front, things have gotten urgent. uy attempts to create a stronger
relationship with uoscow were thrown onto the back burner when the sounds of Panzer
tanks were heard thundering into Soviet territory. War exists between the German Reich
and the Soviet uotherland. Hopefully this will make him realize that my assaults on the
Japanese were justified, as now he too is fighting fascists.

I released the following statement praising Stalin and wishing him well: ³Despite the
recent harsh words from Comrade Stalin on my completely justified assault on Japan, I
must take up my pen to wish him well in his destruction of the Nazi curs. uay they rue
the day they invaded the Soviet Union! uay this foolish assault bring shame to their
ancestors for 10,000 generations! Long life to the Soviet Union! Long life to the People¶s
Republic!´
10,000 generations. That¶s an awfully long time. I mean, if a single generation is
genealogically defined as the time span between the birth of a daughter and the birth of
the daughter¶s first daughter, that¶s what? 25? 30 years? Can we say 27 for the sake of
argument? So I¶m condemning the Nazis for 27,000 years. That is an awfully long time.
Hopefully Stalin will hear it.

Feh. They deserve it.


August 1941

He heard it! Yay! I made it into Stalin¶s uay Day speech rallying the workers to defend
the motherland! He totally stole that idea from me, by the way. The whole ³oh, take up
arms and defend your country! Lead your own resistances! Do not let the vile [foreignÑ
invaders take what is rightfully yours!´ bit is totally my routine. Works well for him. I
especially hope it serves him well in the coming days, as the Great Gates of Kiev were
thrown open and German armor powered into them.

He just needs to remain strong while I fight the Japanese. Once he expels the invaders
and cranks up his war production, he can start sending me Soviet troops to fight my
battles too. That is if he ever bothers to sign that piece of parchment I keep putting on his
desk. It¶s been nearly a year now. He¶ll expel the invaders through the superior forces of
the Soviet General Old uan Winter and then he can turn to helping me with my offenses.

And I could really use the help. These probes into Japanese territory aren¶t nearly as
effective as I hoped. Japan loses a scant few compared to my losses.

And something¶s up. Hu and Po haven¶t provided much useful chatter lately. They don¶t
talk to me as much as they should. Chiang has been unreachable as of late, even to
discuss further war plans, which I seem to be the only one doing. Why isn¶t Chiang
moving to retake his lost territory?

This 
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September 1941

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October 1941

Good God, is it really October? Did I really just spend the past three weeks in an
alcoholic stupor? Where did all of these people come from that look like they¶ve a month
dancing? What is this ridiculous tattoo come and what is that smell?

«oh, wait. That¶s me«

Chiang is a running dog. He is a traitor. He is a very not nice person. One could say that
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So there¶s a new order, is there? In with the old, out with the new? Let peace and
prosperity reign in their fascist little world. Chiang wants to be the American housewife,
who fetches her husband¶s slippers and pipe once he returns home from work and tends
to his every need, unquestioning and obedient, as anything else would go against their
way.

That¶s a load of crap, that¶s what that is. Their supposed new order is built on the back of
the workers. I always knew Chiang was a fascist flunky. Tried to warn the world. Did
they listen? No. They just thought it was silly old Chairman uao and one of his silly
speeches. Now who¶s the silly one?

The British actually sent me a box the other day. Filled with toffees and sweets and
alcohol. At least there was alcohol. They felt awful for being duped. Wanted to start talks
with me. I¶ll entertain them if they¶re willing to send me troops. France sure can¶t use
them right now.

Po and Hu have gone into hiding for the time being. Po managed to pass his
disappearance off as a vacation, keeping the shop open by means of his employees. Hu
just hid. He can always chalk it off as fear of uncertainty with the whole fascist coup
parading around China.

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He¶ll pay for this, oh, he will pay.

In the mean time, I should really take a bath.


uarch 1942

Greetings from sunny Venezuela!

So the recent troubles in Asia have got you down? Forget about them! There are no
Japanese here. Here, there is no Chinese Civil War. Just sandy beaches and sunny skies.
There are these delicious finger foods called tapas that can be eaten either warm or cold.
It¶s amazing. I¶ve staked out a perfect area to serve as the new Summer Home of the
People.

I am not being delusional. I am not trying to compensate for having uongolia overrun by
Japanese forces after Chiang took Kansu and my production base. I am not trying to
come to terms with the massive Soviet losses this past season or to the addition of another
country to the fray. What would give you that idea?

This whole thing was Wilkie¶s doing. He¶s the one who suggested that the People¶s
Republic gain tighter ties with Latin America. Really. He told me to pick a country, any
country. So I picked Venezuela. Crazier things have happened on the heels of a
successful book tour. I can only imagine what his ulterior motive for me settling down
here was, but I don¶t care. It¶s sunny. And warm. And I like it. I don¶t think I¶m going to
leave any time soon.

I¶m not exactly sure if I can leave any time soon, to tell you the truth. I¶d hate to be stuck
here while China suffers, but I don¶t see how I could sneak back in.
July 1942

I¶m back!

A phony mustache should not be such a convincing disguise. Yes, I was fortunate that
every individual who could have been detrimental to my flight back to China were
possibly the most thickheaded individuals ever, but I¶m back.

This is most likely due to the fact that the Japanese have decided to continue their
involvement with Asian politics. All Soviet lands that bordered China are now Japanese.
They plowed in and took nearly all lands east of uoscow, somehow crossing through
Siberia and over the Ural mountains in a single season. I personally thought that was
impossible, to be honest, but they did it.

The Soviets continue to bleed territory to the Italian and German invaders. There are
simply too many fascists fighting the Red Army for them to keep their head above water.
At this point, it looks like neither of my ideal states will be possible. They¶re not going to
be able to give me support and Chiang isn¶t going to go against the Japanese.

Can Communism survive? That is a serious question I¶ve got to ask myself. The Western
powers are content to sit on their hands and play politics, but right now, the Nazi war
machine grows in power and will soon be able to turn and face Europe. Fascism could
potentially enslave the world. France has constituted a new government that seems
content to establish a religion and engage in some socialist reforms. The United Kingdom
is busy with elections. America does nothing. It looks like I may have to cease not caring
about the West and work with Stalin to try to convince them to come to our aide.

Ugh. I need a drink.


December 1942

Stalin continues to lose land. The West dithers. Germany sends a squad of its new
jackbooted thugs into an Italian province and bloodlessly (ha) proclaims it their own.
Chiang and Japan sign an increased alliance. They can now send him massive amounts of
troops and aid packages should I ever make my way out of this cave complex. Po and Hu
report massive amounts of gloating on both sides. High fives and drinks for everyone.

Whoopdie freaking do.

Times like this, while you watch your life, your dreams of empire, your ambitions, your
hopes and aspirations slide out of view, you have to dance. And drink. And taunt those
who seek to oppress you. Because there¶s nothing else to do.

The following letter was delivered at great personal cost to the senders:

To: Chiang, Japan, All the Doubters Out There

Don¶t call it a comeback! I¶ve been here all year! Rockin¶ my peers, putting suckers in
fear. Watching the rain and snow fall down like a monsoon; listen to the cannons go
boom. They said I should have been imprisoned and in a torture chair, instead I¶m in
Yenan and the troops are still here. The Chairman¶s home, the Chairman¶s home. Let¶s
celebrate it all with a drink of Patron. For lack of a better word, I¶ve got my drink and no
goosestep, my drink and no goosestep. It¶s on, Chiang, it¶s on. Get the Patron and tell¶em
that it¶s on.

Watch out, haters.


-uao

I eagerly await their response.


April 1943

uoscow has fallen.

I have retaken uongolia, Jehol, and Tshimicallit, but they all seem to be insignificant
trifles right now. uoscow has fallen.

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It is nice to have my desk back. Writing proclamations on that portable ammunitions
crate was cramping my wrist and hurting my back. Today I stand to write on several
things. First, the situation in the Soviet Union is obviously a bleak one. It troubles me
greatly to have read of the fall of uoscow, a city I have grown to respect immensely and
come to value the kind people and honest officials. uy dealings with Comrade Stalin and
his generals were fair and forthright in the Kremlin and it angers me to think that the
same chairs that the good Comrade and I sat in and smoked cigars in are currently being
occupied by Nazi and Italian invaders. I hope, for their safety, that all pertinent Soviet
officials have fled. I urge the citizens of uoscow to take up arms and expel the mongrel
invaders and return Comrade Stalin to his rightful seat.

The second point I must raise my pen towards are the recent goings on in the heart of
Nazi Germany. There are men, separate from the German army, going about for an
unspecified purpose. If the rumors are to be believed, there are camps in the works that
serve an unknown purpose. But if the rumors are to be believed, there are people being
shipped to these camps. These camps distress me greatly. They remind me of my own
march and the harsh conditions I was forced to endure as I fled with my people into
safety. There is a man in France who has stated that Jews are those who others consider
to be a Jew. He further goes on to state that if the Jews did not exist, another stereotype
would be created to fill their place. I suppose then, to Chiang and the Japanese, I¶m
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This brings me to my final point. I call out to the brave soldiers of the army of Chiang
Kai Shek. I have taken strides to do the things that he refuses to do. I am the one who has
entered uanchuria and begin to reclaim it under the banner of China. I am the one who
seeks to drive the Japanese traitors out of our lands. It is I, uao Zedong, who has done
these things. I return to the offer I made earlier: join me. uy cause is just. Abandon your
posts and join me in uanchuria to reclaim the land that is rightfully ours!

Japan: All your industrial bases belong to me. You have no chance to survive; make good
use of your remaining time on this continent. You are on your way to destruction.

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December 1943

Three major developments have occurred, two relate to heads of state and one deals with
Chiang.

First, the West. Zhou¶s mission has been more successful than he could have ever hoped
for. The American president Roosevelt has decreed that all American businesses are to
cancel their contracts with Japan, effective immediately. No resources are to be gained
from American shipping lanes. Japan must now look elsewhere to fuel their war machine.
Further ³naked aggression´ on the part of the Japanese could potentially lead to
American entrance into the Pacific theater to take down Japan.

While he was returning, Zhou made a quick stopover in Paris and met with one u. Laval,
who despite being a lesser fascist and a westerner, was willing to possibly give us money.
Despite being Westerners, the French seem all right. They have that Thorez guy. I like
him. He¶s a communist, like me! He speaks for prolonged periods against a fascist who
controls parts of his country, like me! He held the speech record for a brief period of
time, but I took it back from him. He¶s a good guy. He¶d make a great leader of a
fanatical populist resistance. They also work with the Soviet Union, so any friend of the
Soviet Union is a friend of the People¶s Republic.

Second, Soviet relations. Though it has been obvious to everyone for ages now, Stalin
and I are buddies. We just didn¶t have a ³treaty´ with one another, something I have long
lamented. That has thankfully changed. Stalin felt it was finally time to do so as I had
some spare cash lying around that he sorely needed to try to break out of his snow
fortress.

Third, and possibly most significantly, Chiang. Po and Hu have been sending in more
reports this last week than they have for a year. Something is rotten in the city of Tokyo.
Chiang had apparently been ordered to move against the Soviets and aide the Japanese in
their attempts to flush out Stalin, but he refused. uore than simply refusing, he demanded
uanchuria be handed over to the KuT as he felt that given my most recent skirmishes,
Japan was unable to safely ³maintain order.´

This is huge. If Chiang and Japan are to dissolve their ties between one another, I may
still stand a chance of claiming China. A protracted war between the two of them could
lead to me cleaning up their mess and using my [ Ñ friends in the West to
force Chiang and Japan to recognize my government and my authority.

Telling Japan that he¶s not their lapdog (comical, given the fact that he
a running dog)
is one thing. He needs to follow the words up with actions and the actions up with
military maneuvers against Japan. Then we¶ll see if he¶s really changed, or if he¶s just
doing this for the show.
April 1944

Greetings from Siberia!

It is really, really, really cold up here. I know there¶s significant diplomatic wrangling
going on right now concerning the status of Czechoslovakia or Slovakia or whatever they
wish to call that country, but I¶m in Siberia! I took a possession away from the Japanese
that was once Stalin¶s. That makes me more effective than that dunderheaded non-
Zhukov general of his.

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Generalissimo Chiang Kai-Shek,

This letter is for you for once and not your troops. I must commend you for your socialist
spending to improve the infrastructure of China. And that one hundred flowers line was
poetic. I may have to steal it for use at a later time. But your rhetoric and roads are not
why I¶m writing you now. I¶m writing you to warn you of the imminent danger facing
you.

As you¶re aware, you have been breaking off your ties with the Japanese to moderate
success. The Emperor has decreed the uanchuria problem must be dealt with
immediately, and thanks to their gains, the Japanese army surrounds you on three sides in
Jehol. Your initial expeditionary force will be destroyed. Your production base is inferior
to that of Japans. You may have substantial reserves that have up to this point been used
as a garrison to suppress my supporters and hold off my assaults, but these will have to be
pulled to resupply your front against Japan.

Here¶s what I think will happen: Japan will take Jehol. They will advance into your cities,
raping and pillaging like the dogs they are as they go. They may make it as far south as
Nanking, assuming they do not use their naval routes, before the internal politics of the
Tokyo Court gets the better of them. They will debate assaulting Hong Kong, but the
threat of American involvement will keep that from happening.

At this point, they will sputter and you will repel them Northward. Whether or not you
claim uanchuria, I cannot see. But what I can see is clear already, as I have witnessed it
in the present.

One of your silly little portraits made it to my camp. One of the children picked it up and
started playing with it. On a walk with Zhou to explain to him the latest reason that the
British hate you, I came across this child. I asked the little girl what she was doing. Her
reply was ³I¶m praising the Generalissimo for his great civic projects´

Zhou grabbed the girl before I could move. I later saw her singing one of our work songs,
loudly. He left the portrait, though. In my rage, I called my followers to our communal
meeting place and broke my own record for length in oratory. I still have that Frenchman
beat, by the way. Stalin confirms this and I have the competitive medal to prove it. The
point of my speech, as long as it was, can be succinctly described as this:

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At the end of my speech, I set your portrait on fire to tumultuous applause. I¶ve enclosed
it along with this letter and a shiny new portrait of me. Feel free to put it in your office.

I will destroy you, Chiang. While you are busy fighting the Japanese, I will sneak in
behind you and take back what is rightfully mine. You will be helpless to face me as
you¶ll be too busy fighting the Japanese. You can give out as many little paintings of
yourself as you¶d like, Chiang. The people are still on my side. I will rain down blows of
destruction upon your head I will lull you into a false sense of security and will strike
when you least expect it.

The Soviets have been given back uoscow, and are indebted to me for providing them
with relief. The British despise you and feel you to be a traitor to the Crown. The French,
save for Laval just plain dislike you. And the Americans could care less about you.

I, on the other hand, am in line for the Red Banner. To Attlee, I¶m ³zesty.´ Laval does
not personally dislike me. And that Yankee embargo you joked about? That was because
of uE. The American moral embargo of the Japanese is in recognition of their offenses
against the army and citizens of the People¶s Republic of China. ue.
You can¶t wage war against both the Japanese and my forces simultaneously. You¶ve
chosen Japan, which is commendable, but this will lead to your downfall. Welcome to the
real Chinese Civil War, Chiang. I hope you¶re ready for the bloodshed.

Taste my pain, Chiang. It¶s over two decades old, just like a superior scotch. Only my
vengeance doesn¶t go down as smoothly and can¶t be cut with ice. But like a superior
scotch, the amount I plan to administer will leave you stupefied and with a bad headache.

Drink up,

Chairman uao
November 1944

The world is oddly quiet. Something¶s amiss with the King of England, President
Roosevelt isn¶t running again, and there seems to have been a temporary cease of
bloodshed. I¶m in the caves, as usual, but the world just seems quiet.

Except for Japan, that is. Chiang has ceased his understanding with the Emperor. Po tells
of pro-Chinese riots on the streets of Tokyo and Hu says similar things are happening
with Nanking. Somehow I¶m to blame on both sides. I don¶t know how, but it¶s nice to be
relevant in all the silence.
uarch 1945

So much for silence.

The world is now engulfed in flames. War has broken out seemingly everywhere and
major shakeups have occurred in governments.

First, in the immediate area, Japan¶s government is in chaos. Po has no idea who is in
charge. Those who were normally leading the charges have gone missing or have simply
not been seen in ages. The only person who remains constant is Yamamoto, who still
dislikes spicy foods. Attempts of the Privy Council to declare war on Chiang seem to
have failed. The Emperor himself is said to be intervening in this crisis.

I have mobilized myself in the South again, attacking two major industrial targets.
Chungking is now my new industrial stronghold and new weapons are being created to
ensure that the Red Army is well armed and ready to take on anything it encounters. Had
those weapons been immediately available, perhaps Kweichow could have joined us in
our efforts, but we will take solace in knowing we killed more of them than they did to
us. I don¶t know how long I¶ll be able to maintain order here before Chiang diverts his
attention to me, but I¶ll keep it for as long as it holds.

uoving east, America has a new president. At the worst possible time, someone who
wants the United States to have absolutely nothing to do with the affairs of the rest of the
world managed to edge out the handpicked replacement of President Roosevelt. President
Taft now serves where his father once did. Oklahoma is to blame for it, but its aiding and
abiding in this tragedy is not the fault of Rogers and Hammerstein. It remains to be seen
if the United States will help anyone.

Finally, in the ³west,´ the Nazi war machine has turned its cannons on to France (who
has a new government), Britain (who has a new King), and Belgium. Belgium, who I had
never heard of before today, was made short work of as the Nazis rolled into Northern
France and British bombers flew overhead and stymied production capabilities.

It was one of the bloodiest days in human history. The world is truly at war now, and all
we can do is hope the UK and France can hold off the Nazis while the Soviet Union
breaks out of their snow fort and joins in from the other side.
July 1945

Remarkably, I¶m still in Chungking. The Japanese, who are now run by a new set of
grinning fascists, declared war on Chiang, keeping his primary forces were otherwise
occupied. He assaulted me, certainly, but he didn¶t get anywhere. Neither did my
attempts of taking the grounds surrounding Chungking, but who cares about that when
there are fascists dying?

The most significant development actually has nothing to do with either Chiang or I, but
with his wife. She has gone to America to try to charm the Americans into attacking
Japan. She arrived to find American consumers spending money provided by the
government. They¶re blowing a perfectly good defense budget on station wagons and
pots with chickens in them. Whether or not she¶ll succeed isn¶t clear. What has become
clear is that Chiang¶s problems stem from the fact that he¶s stuck in a monogamous
relationship. He should live a little. That¶s why I keep my followers around.

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Women of the world, Unite! For far too long, you have been looked down upon and cast
aside as secondary citizens of China, as creatures whose sole use is to propagate the next
generation and to care for them until they are ready to stand on their own. Girls are
subjected to torments upon birth that are only increased with age. Women must throw off
their shackles. Break your chains of bondage, sisters! Let us join hands and unleash our
combined fury as a mighty force for revolution.c
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attempts to curry the favor of the people of China. He has done this in the name of the
wealthy and of the elite. In doing so, has stolen the sons of China to fight a losing battle
against Japan. By stealing China¶s sons, he has broken the hearts of the mothers and
sisters of China. They weep for his mistakes and they are the ones who feel the burdens
of his oppression. The women and daughters of China are left to suffer.c
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For far too long, the women and daughters of China have suffered the barbaric practice of
foot binding. They have been subjected to this ignoble torture for generations and
Chiang, in his so-called ³modernization´ campaigns, has done nothing to correct this
situation. Chaing¶s distribution of money has gone solely to males, to the landed, to the
ones who can afford to be given money. They are the ones who insist on binding the feet
of their wives and daughters to show that they are wealthy enough to keep the women
they consider property idle and sedentary. This is an atrocious behavior and must be
stopped immediately.

Therefore: let it be known, that in all areas controlled by the People¶s Liberation Army all
those under the banner of the People¶s Republic and all those yet to be liberated, foot
binding is from here in banned. There is to be no talk of it, no practice of it, no engaging
in it. Foot binding is to be halted, permanently. No longer should a girl be born and
discover that she will be unable to do her fair share of the labor because there are
physically unable to. No more will girls be treated as second-class citizens. Women hold
up half the heavens! They are our equals and must be treated as such.

This brings me to point two: prostitution. This is a degrading profession for all those who
are forced into it. Women¶s lives are ruined by the abuse they suffer at the hands of their
clients and their traffickers. They are routinely raped and murdered should they not meet
their earning quotas. It damages them both psychologically and physically. Truly, a
practice like this must be stopped.

Therefore: let it be known, that in all areas controlled by the People¶s Liberation Army all
those under the banner of the People¶s Republic and all those yet to be liberated,
prostitution is from here in banned. There is to be no talk of it, no practice of it, no
engaging in it. Prostitution is to be halted, permanently. All battered women are welcome
to our camp, where we have established a refuge for those who seek shelter from their
former lives. We welcome you with open arms and we want you to know that someone
cares.

These two steps forward are great gains for China, but they are addressing the side effects
of a greater problem. Women¶s feet are bound and are forced into prostitution not on their
own accord, but on the societal structure they find themselves in. this structure is the
same structure that feeds Chiang¶s machine. It is the structure that lead to the rise of the
hated Emperor. It is the structure that forces peasants to give their earnings to a faceless
figure that cares for naught and reaps all the benefits of the labor of those below him.

I speak, of course, of the landlords. These creatures, absent from their properties, are
some of Chiang¶s biggest supporters. They force their tenants to follow in their set ways.
They force the mothers to give up their daughters to become their concubines, whose feet
are subsequently bound. They force the mothers to give up their sons to become the
soldiers, enabling Chiang¶s armies. The landlords are our problem. The great uarx was
correct when he so wisely stated that landlords love to reap what they never sowed.

The landlords must be dealt with.

We are now poised to make our first blow against this establishment. Nanking has been
liberated and now the Red Star flies over the tomb of the Forerunner of the Revolution. In
fact, I have penned this declaration from Chiang¶s office. To celebrate this epic
achievement, I hereby order that all land owners be stripped of their property and for all
land to then be equally distributed amongst those who till it. It makes little sense for one
individual to have so much. This must be changed.

All able bodied workers must be given their full chance to succeed. The land is bountiful.
Let us all reap its bounties!

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You know what? Today sucked. I know that language is blunt, but today is possibly one
of the worst days I¶ve had in a long time. And this is coming from a man who has been
forcibly removed from any sort of recognized territorial holding, what is it, three times
now?

Today was supposed to be a good day. Today I was supposed to reap the rewards of my
redistribution of the land and have the people of China go back to adoring me. Today was
not supposed to be a day that I wanted to kill my radio.

First, there was the message from the British Ambassador to interrupt my morning tea. I
was supposed to be hearing from the winning side (more on that later) about how they
were going to back me as the proper China and send aide in my war against Chiang, their
former client, and the Japanese as part of their ³Death to Fascists´ campaign. Instead, I
get a fuzzy transmission apologizing for all this bother, informing me there are far more
pressing matters at hand, and telling me that sorry, it¶s not going to happen right now.
uaybe later. If ever.

Before I could ask as to what the more pressing matters were, he faded into white noise.
Some people are just impolite like that. But, just as soon as he faded away, Stalin came
through as clear as a bell. Stalin¶s been annoying lately, I have to admit that. Calling me
at all hours of the night, asking for things. We¶re both against the wall, I know that, but
you¶re supposed to be  donor, not the other way around. This time he wanted two
things: troops and something I had hoped he never asked for.

³uy orders stand that you immediately cease hostilities with Chiang unless attacked.
Second and most importantly attack the Japanese with all haste and force. The Japanese
cannot emerge victorious from this conflict. Both you and I know this only too well. Best
of luck to you comrade, onwards to victory!´
Ugh.

I put down the radio and walked over to a tent where I knew a certain individual was
hiding. Hu and Po had made it painfully obvious that there were agents from both Chiang
and the Japanese government hidden in my ranks years ago. After learning this, I
managed to root out who they were and didn¶t have them killed on sight in case I ever
needed a message delivered. This was the exact occasion I was dreading, but where
Chaing¶s man proved to be useful.

³Tell your boss that I¶ve been ordered to stop smacking him and work on the Japanese
instead. Nanking¶s probably already back in his hands by now anyway. He should be
happy that I¶m being mandated to look at the Japanese bastards.´

He wondered how I knew, but he got the hell out of my sight before he could think to ask
any questions. All the better for him.

I returned to my command center, hoping to sooth myself with some scotch (the British
have some advantages), but no. uore bad news. Looks like Yamamoto was able to
finally convince someone to let him sail. And what does he do? He decides that, along
with the Italian navy, he¶s going to destroy half the British fleet. And the Italians go and
steal some rock.

So, for those keeping score at home, the French and British are currently at war with
Germany, Japan, Spain, and Italy. And are getting their respective buttocks handed to
them. And as a reminder, the Soviets have been held up in that snow fort for ages. Chiang
controls all of continental China. And the United States of America is getting rich of the
backs of the workers, granting them a pittance of their money back in return for their
votes.

I know I¶ve said it in speeches before, but I actually mean it this time. This war isn¶t
about me anymore. Communism may never get the chance it deserves to flourish. I don¶t
know. I can¶t see the future. But Chiang¶s form of popular fascism isn¶t about to survive
either. The Japanese despise him. They may subjugate China. I don¶t want to see that
happen. They have to be stopped.

Right now, I just hope to make it out alive. And to cause as much chaos as I can.

Soldiers of heaven, uphold the sky. You may be the only thing keeping us from
destruction.
August 1946

The United States of America are not only a nation of capitalist pigs, they are a nation of
useless capitalist pigs. They plan to do absolutely noting as the war continues to rage. I
will say I found it comical when I overheard Chiang¶s spy listen to him fume about being
locked out of the United States Capital building in Washington DC. He had hoped to
deliver some sort of speech to get those fat lazy people who seem to love his wife on his
side, but their president refused to allow him to speak.

Hu told me that Chiang was circulating a statement around Paris, London, and somehow
Stalin¶s bunker denouncing the Americans, so I made a formal request to the spy to see it.
He refused. Zhou asked. He refused. Then we held him upside down for a while, did
some of our usual tactics, you know, monkey pulling reins, airplane ride, the usual, and lo
and behold, the statements on my desk. Essentially, Chiang got the world to denounce
America for not doing anything. Naturally, as this was Chiang¶s doing, I was not to be
allowed anywhere near the petition, so I drafted a statement of my own.

There were two versions: the four-hour speech (that I really hope someone recorded, as
there was some interesting rhetoric there that I found myself using. Stuff like ³we will
bury you´ and ³we will one day hold massive amounts of your debt.´ Good stuff. New
stuff) and the very, very short statement.

The short statement, for all of its brevity, went as followed

Hey America!

You guys are useless! Hope you enjoy a Japanese Pacific and a Nazi dominated Europe!

Love, uao

PS ± Chiang is still a fascist pig, but even he seems better than you right now.
It was an awful summer. All attempts to siege to the north were met with crushing
opposition. Few, if any, of the initial battalions survived. uy hope was to reestablish my
base in the north and then drive to the west to disrupt the Japanese production capacity,
but sadly they seem to have deeply entrenched themselves there and do not look like
they¶re going to move any time soon.

uy failures have become evident to the people. Their willingness to aide and abed has
become evident as less and less of them show up to our camps to help fight for the cause.

Stalin had minimal success in freeing himself as well, with Himmler¶s SS soldiers
continuing to do their job. Australia may dissolve its ties with the British ³Empire´ now
that their kiwi eating cousins are under Japanese control.

All that aside, the saddest news today was something of my own doing. It is with great
sadness that I report the closing of the PRC embassy in Venezuela. If the Americans are
going to be tools, I figured I should probably get out of their hemisphere. I¶m going to
miss that place. I miss it so much, I raided their treasury to ensure that The Summer
House of the People remains fully operational and that one final giant container of tequila
and tapas made it back out before the gates were shut for good.

Via con your silly little dios, Venezuela, and thanks for all the great memories. And that
weird itchy rash.

It has been an awful day.

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