This campaign has been a particularly brutal one for myself and the JPA.
The JPA, my prized fighting force, is in ruins, although my most loyal soldiers remain.
Me? I have barely been able to get my drink on. Staying with local warlord Ma Bufang is killing me–he expects me to conform to his Muslim beliefs while we negotiate. Eating spicy lamb kabobs without cold beer is like executing commies without using my patented Hay Chopper Chop. Ridiculous! Not that you could get a cold beer anywhere in this part of the world–the idea of refrigeration is almost as alien to these people as bathing. These negotiations, meanwhile, are going nowhere. While he is supposedly part of the KMT, all he cares about is his clan power. Just goes to show you what being an ally of Jiang Jieshi gets you–jack shit. Although since allies of Mao Zedong get the clap from sharing those peasant wives, maybe jack shit ain’t half bad.
With this in mind I am breaking off negotiations with Ma Bufang. Before I leave Qinghai, however, I will tell him to keep an eye out for the Communists, and tell him to plant more trees.
The time has come to march on Taiyuan, there is no turning back now.