Inner Mongolia
The Last Khan
December 17, 1943
In the heart of the city of Kalgan, swept by the wind of the steppes, Prince Demchugdongrub observed, with dark eyes, the inner courtyard of his palace. The season, the climate, the general atmosphere engendered a gloom that he understood but deeply regretted.
After all, this city* was still the capital of Mengjiang, the Mongol territories. It was his most precious child, the work of his life: for many years he had worked to build it. How would his creation be judged in the future? How would his name fit into the glorious pantheon of his ancestors of the imperial Borjigin clan, that of Genghis Khan himself, who had conquered and ruled China long before the last Qing dynasty? These questions tormented him as he walked through the corridors of the building to return to his office. It would be better there to meditate, because his black dress with ideograms and his traditional headgear hardly protected him from the cold, which he felt unpleasantly despite the solid constitution he owed to his ancestors.
As the prince passed, the guards – his guards! – presented arms. He walked slowly, lost in his memories. His youth in a China indifferent to its people. His education in the worship of the glory of the great Mongol Khans who had conquered the world, or almost... The oppression of his people by the Han. The progressive aggravation of the conflicts between the oppressors, occupied for almost thirty years to dispute the spoils of an empire which was not even theirs. And, in the face of this pitiful spectacle, the almost natural birth of an ethnically based political movement: Pan-Mongolism. Everything, according to the doctrine, had to return to its place. Thus, the Mongols would regain control of their lands, their immense and majestic steppes that the dazzled Marco Polo had described to Westerners in his stories.
Already in September 1933, the autonomist princes and lords had rallied to him at the temple of Bailingmiao (north of the city of Baotou). This historic council had lasted until mid-October. Time to iron out differences and overcome resentments and suspicions. Once the principle of a confederation had been decided upon, they had logically relied on him, the legitimate heir of the former khans, to bring to Nanjing their just demands for independence. Ugh! These Chinese runts, busy fighting like dogs, had not seen fit to respond other than by sending an emissary, the name of Huang Shaohong, responsible for negotiating the creation of a “Mongol Autonomous Local Committee for political affairs” – obviously a cheap maneuver to save time. Never mind, they had been warned! As early as 1935, the Manchus, or rather their Japanese godfathers, had responded positively. Together, Mongols, Japanese and Manchus would bring down the Han Chinese!
Thus, with the support of the Kwantung army and in particular of General Jirō Minami, with whom he communicated through Colonel Seishiro Itagaki, an independent state had appeared in the steppes of Chahar and Suiyan. And on December 24, 1935, two battalions of Manchurian cavalry commanded by Colonel Li Shouxin, a squadron of planes and even a few tanks came to support the Mongolian forces. By March 1936, its invincible cavalry had quickly overwhelmed the whole of northern Chahar and crushed its pitiful defenders – a few thousand poorly armed soldiers, lost children of the nationalist government who languished in the region.
After a founding conference held from April 21 to 26, May 12, 1936 saw the formation of the Mengjiang Joint Committee (Mengjiang Lianhe Weiyuanhui), placed under his direction. According to constant logic, it was he, Prince Demchugdongrub, who had been chosen to administer the reclaimed lands on behalf of the Mongol military government, but above all - above all - to "incarnate the illustrious spirit of Genghis Khan and reconquer the territories which belong to Mongolia, thus accomplishing the immense task of rekindling the flame of its people. He was barely 34 years old!
One could doubtless question his methods. Not too hard however, because the size of the task justified the expedients and in particular the alliance with the Japanese, concretized in the first times by the presence of a Japanese adviser, named Toyonori Yamauchi. This rapprochement was not self-evident for the clan leaders. He had to silence the moderates and convince them that he was following an opportunist policy, yes, but that he was not slavishly aligning himself with the Imperials. The first contacts had moreover been made at the initiative of the islanders and had initially led to nothing. The Japanese envoy, Major Tanaka, had been too demanding. Then the prince had dealt with the Japanese, it is true. But as equals, and in the presence of clan leaders. Which had previously ticked on his project of monarchy, which had led him to structure his government in Joint Committee. He had tried to marginalize the members of the said Committee, but the transformation of the assembly of clan leaders into a Mongolian congress, where the clans would have been diluted, had not materialized… Well, we would revisit the question later.
Above all, it was necessary to organize this conglomeration of tribes and form the coherent army which would be the instrument of the next victories. By dint of negotiations, we had collected enough to put eight cavalry divisions in line. Alas, Colonel Tanaka, the expert who came from Tokyo to set up a modern army, despised the fragile tribal balances with which Prince Demchugdongrub had to deal. And he had recruited a bunch of economically equipped bandits and deserters outside the traditional structures (one gun for two!). He had even added an army of Chinese collaborators, pompously dubbed “the great virtuous Han army”… Why did his allies always have to neglect his advice? This was the cause of his first setbacks, the arrogance of the foreigner!
The mediocre Shanxi warlord, Yan Xishan, after yielding to his forces, had gone to beg Nanjing for help. The KMT sent in troops which halted the reconquest. The conflict then gained in intensity, to the advantage of the clans as the mercenaries of Colonel Tanaka were replaced by the proud horsemen of the steppes.
But in November 1936, 15,000 men equipped by Tokyo, supported by Kwantung Air Force and partly commanded by Japanese officers, were defeated in Suiyuan by regular Kuo-Min-Tang troops, commanded by Fu Zuozi. These had at that time strong generals, such as Zhao Chengshou and Wang Jingguo, as well as relatively abundant material, despite Japanese sabotage (see the explosion of the Datong depot). The Chinese gave no quarter, treating the Mongols as partisans. The 1st, 2nd and 3rd Cavalry Divisions were crushed! To the great shame of the prince, only the threat of intervention by the Kwantung Army prevented the Nationalist government from annihilating Mengjiang.
The island allies had generously maintained their contributions after these unfortunate events, making it possible to rally the troops and reconstitute the dispersed army. However, we had returned to harassing actions, on the basis of information provided by the Japanese. Despite the setbacks, these actions never ceased for a moment, since those Han fools had the arrogance to reject his generous ultimatum. Fu Zuozi accused him of being “the puppet of certain powers” and ordered him to “recognize the central government of Chiang”!
By July 1937, he and his Japanese allies had finally triumphed side by side. Inner Mongolia was in his hands – well, in the hands of the Committee. Eight Mongol cavalry divisions, 20,000 strong, had fought bravely. Mengjiang's contribution to the victory was indisputable.
It remained to formalize once and for all the creation of the Mongolian State: official declaration of independence (December 8, 1937), treaty of friendship with Japan and Manchukuo, installation of the capital at Chan Pei, in the suburbs of Kalgan (it will be reinstalled later in the center of the city), transformation of the Mixed Committee into the United Autonomous Government of Mengjiang (Mengjiang lianhe zizhi zhengfu), of which the prince was vice-president...
Finally Demchugdongrub was in place, enjoying the recognition of his people! But also that of his Japanese ally and even that of his alleged emperor of Manchukuo, Pu-Yi, who had seen fit to confer on him the title of Jinong of Wude in an attempt to mark his entirely theoretical sovereignty. Did Emperor Kang-te believe he was putting him to sleep with court honors? The prince didn't care about the intrigues of Changchun Palace! All that counted for him was the title of President of the Government of Mengjiang, which he had obtained in 1941.
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He finally arrived in front of his office and yanked open the sliding wooden door, revealing a dark room decorated with a statue of Confucius. He went to sit behind his lacquered wooden cabinet, in a yak leather armchair.
In truth, his rise to the top had been irresistible. How could it have been otherwise? Demchugdongrub was the heir of the Sonid Banner clan, of which his father had been the leader, as well as the president of the Xilingol League (an administrative gathering of clans). Admittedly, the line had, in distant times, been associated with a branch of the Tibetan nobility, but the prince had himself married a taiji (traditional title of Quing nobility) of the clan and he had become, after his father, leader of the League of Xilingol in 1931. Legitimized by his blood and by his matrimonial alliance, he had returned to the land of his ancestors, like Erlang returning to his country to drive out the monkey king Sun Wukong. He also remained a high-ranking imperial official, as according to Quing tradition, offices were hereditary.
Nothing should therefore prevent his destiny from being fulfilled and his seizure of power was a simple return to the order of things, very Confucian in short, the prince said to himself as he considered a representation of the philosopher, who was observing him with a impassive look. A servant brought him tea served in a fine piece of porcelain and its delicate scent led him to more personal considerations. The succession was already ready, he had many children. Dolgorsuren, his eldest son, but also his four younger brothers and the daughter his second wife (from the Abaga clan) had given him. Everything would therefore be fine for his country, his clan and his family… if the fate of arms remained favorable to Mengjiang and his allies.
At this thought, Prince Demchugdongrub made a slightly tense face. Indeed, and whatever the order of things, it was useless to lie to one another about the situation of one's allies. He only had the bits of information passed to him by the Japanese and the gossip reported by his networks, but it was clear that the world war was taking a turn that was not favorable to Tokyo. Serious failures in the Pacific, first serious defeats in mainland China, open insurrection in Indochina, British and Indian armies at the gates of Malaysia, European fleets landing in Indonesia... And it was not Japan's German partners who could pull the Japanese of embarrassment. It even seemed obvious that once the Germans were defeated, the Europeans, the Americans and surely the Bolsheviks would not fail to turn back towards Asia, therefore towards China, like dragons that have been inadvertently awakened.
What means did the prince have today to defend his dream, achieved through hard struggle, and at the cost of so many compromises? He grabs the reports arranged in a thick pile on the right side of the desk. Arranging them in a fan, he began to quickly review them. Not that he discovered their contents, but he wanted everything to be clear in his mind. Pushing away the cup of tea, he became absorbed in thought.
His army was now organized into "divisions" of about 1,500 men, consisting of three regiments of 500 men. Obviously, the actual numbers, loyal or not, should not exceed 60% of these figures. The deficit was even more serious with regard to the management, and in particular the non-commissioned officers. He had tried to absorb it by creating a school of cadets, with annual promotions of 500 students, but the desertion rate reached almost 40%. The Japanese instructors were probably very learned, but not very popular, he sighed.
However, his forces were organized into three Armies.
– The Army of Inner Mongolia, General Li Shouxin: five cavalry divisions (4th, 5th, 6th, 7th and 8th DC), i.e.… 4,400 men (900 per division) instead of the theoretical 7,500.
– The Army of the Autonomous Government of Mongolia of the Pin Banner (Pinwangfu), General Pao Shan: 3,000 men.
– The Army of the Autonomous Government of Mongolia of the Po Banner (Pinwangfu), General Han Se-wang: 3,000 men. The combativeness of the latter was doubtful, not to mention her loyalty...
Now, the material – finally, that declared by the officers, because arms trafficking was not reserved for KMT officers (who seemed, moreover, for a few months, to practice it much less intensively). Prince Demchugdongrub had favored regular divisions, partly equipped with Mauser 13s purchased at his own expense from the Manchukuo arsenals. They also used the best of the ten thousand capture rifles recovered from the troops of “Marshal” Zhang Xueliang (not all of them were in good condition, far from it). For the armies in banners, it was more variegated, with a clear predominance of Soviet contraband material.
The cavalry divisions had also received a small endowment of automatic weapons: Sig submachine guns. Model 1930, Swiss weapons arrived in Mongolia without anyone knowing how, intended for officers' bodyguards. Each of these units also included a company of Czechoslovakian machine guns, which probably arrived by the Trans-Siberian in 1938 (and had recently been recovered from Zhang Xueliang's army): ZB-26s, a barbaric and meaningless name, but a deadly tool!
The Mongol forces also included about 70 artillery pieces of various models, gathered according to purchases or war prizes, and finally three or four armored cars or (very) light tanks lent... or forgotten... by the Japanese.
The prince crossed his fingers as he considered Confucius who seemed to raise his eyebrows warily.
Indeed, it was little against the American bombers, the Soviet tanks or the Chinese hordes. One could be a Mongol prince and have a sense of reality. His army didn't stand a chance in a pitched battle. Its little gray soldiers** would be incapable of defending Mengjiang against the major players in the World War. And no need to ask for help from his most precious Japanese allies!
Mengjiang had entered the war against the “Western colonizers” by decree signed in December 1941 on the orders… er, on the fraternal advice of the Kwantung army. But the main consequence of this participation in the war led by Japan had been repeated requests by the Japanese for troops intended for operations of "securing the rear", exchanged against vague promises of territories belonging mainly to the People's Republic of Mongolia. …against which Mengjiang was not at war!
A servant interrupted the prince's gloomy reflections, with a contrite expression and a rigorous gaze directed to the ground: "Your Majesty, a Quing embassy from Changchun is requesting the favor of being received. »
The prince put on an impassive face for the occasion and made the visitors wait long enough to assemble his staff and the members of the court with him in the reception hall. The yellow-blue-white-red four-color banner of Mengjiang was unfurled in the background, strictly on par with the red dragon on a blue background of the Nara clan. It was necessary to recall the family and egalitarian ties between Manchukuo and Mengjiang and to give a little prestige to the whole! Nevertheless, it would be necessary, on occasion, to think of removing the yellow of the Quing from the flag...
Once the college was assembled, with a gesture, Prince Demchugdongrub ordered his servants to open the heavy wooden doors leading to the courtyard. Half a dozen people in Imperial Palace regalia strode forward with ceremonial steps, their eyes fixed on the impeccably polished floorboards.
Arrived at a respectful distance, the ambassadors knelt before the Prince, who enjoyed a moment of majesty always welcome in these difficult times. The yellow attire of these visitors, embroidered with a fine blue dragon pattern, clearly revealed their allegiance. Envoys from Pu-Yi. What did his very distant cousin want from him? After a certain hesitation, which he allowed to continue a little longer to demonstrate his authority, Demchugdongrub authorized the envoys to speak with an imperious gesture.
– Honor and bliss for thousands of years, great Khan Demchugdongrub. Emperor Kang-te sends his greetings to the brave and loyal servants of the Empire.
The tribute was clearly off to a pleasant start. Nevertheless, the proprieties had to be observed. His aide-de-camp carried out the chore, Prince Demchugdongrub maintaining his imperial and sovereign air without saying a word.
– Peace and prosperity for centuries and centuries on the Emperor of Changchun. We are honored by your presence, which gladdens our souls and warms our hearts, replied the officer with a theatrical and affable air at the same time. Demchugdongrub smiled inwardly. He was truly worthy of his place, fat enough for flattery, but subtle enough to send a message affirming the weakness of Pu-Yi's authority over Mengjiang.
We congratulated each other for a few more minutes, with poems and subtle effusions that reminded us that the most beautiful flowers can be poisoned. While serving the tea, of course, which remained safe to eat. At least a priori.
Then we finally got to the heart of the matter and the reason for the presence of the Manchus.
The ambassador, still seated in front of his kneeling hosts, assumed a formal air bordering on despair: “The Emperor of Manchukuo is terribly saddened that you were unable to attend the conference last month. His heart regrets the absence of his best supporters to accompany him as the future of Asia takes shape with the full support of our common allies. »
Tragedian, thought the prince.
“However, the Emperor understands the risks of such a trip for a person of your quality, surrounded by his court and through regions made so dangerous by war. His Majesty has, however, made every effort to iron out your difficulties and regrets that you were unable to overcome them.
Comedian, corrected the Prince. Everyone knew that Pu-Yi had conditioned his own presence, if he had the freedom to do so, on Demchugdongrub's absence. Pure feudal reflex, so as not to appear at the same rank as his vassal in the eyes of the world. And, more importantly, in the eyes of the Manchus. His annoyance had to be conveyed, so he spoke personally.
“Rest assured, Mr. Representative of the Administration of Manchukuo, that we share the sadness of His Imperial Majesty. I have no doubt that She will have other occasions to show me the affection that everyone knows that She grants me.
There you have it, a warning coupled with a call from the foot.
"Your sagacity is a credit to your illustrious lineage, Great Khan," the ambassador said immediately, his voice trembling as it should. “Our venerated emperor indeed sends us to you to send you concrete testimonies of his attachment, because all his subjects form a single family which he leads for the common good. »
The ambassador made a sign to his assistants, who in turn gave the agreed signal to their suite. A dozen soldiers in mustard uniforms (disarmed beforehand by the prince's guards) entered the reception room, carrying six obviously very heavy boxes.
"Here," the prince thought, "he's still trying to buy my loyalty with money that isn't even his..."
The ambassador had the cases opened one after the other, commenting on the wonders they contained. Jewels, ingots, vases... Unfortunately, no weapons, the prince would have preferred! Essentially precious trinkets. But on second thought, he liked trinkets like that, they were useful for buying weapons, even for securing loyalties, he thought, stroking his chin smugly.
We arrived at the last checkout. It looked different from the others, with openings on the sides, from which a bit of straw was sticking out.
– Finally, in testimony of his unfailing esteem, the immense Emperor Kang-te wishes to entrust you with a sacred treasure brought at great expense from the most beautiful temples of Xizang***: a couple of xiaoxiongmao****. »
The red pandas, terrified and exhausted from the trip, risked a snout out of the crate. Huo-hu*****! They sent him animals now? Sacred perhaps, but animals nonetheless! Was Pu-Yi suggesting trying to appease the Soviets with these balls of red fur? Prince Demchugdongrub nevertheless contained his disappointment. The rest of the ceremony continued with cordial congratulations and reciprocal declarations of love, before ending with an oath of eternal friendship and assistance.
The visitors finally gone, the prince considered the gifts that had been offered to him. What to do with fire foxes? By devotion if not by affection, one could not get rid of it. A servant installed them in a wooded and well enclosed garden, where they would perhaps delight the princely children. And then, this type of animal invited to meditation. Curious gift all the same from the last Emperor Quing! Returning to his office, the prince thought that the dynasty was in a strange situation...
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Prince Demchugdongrub fell heavily back into his chair. Which emperor were we talking about, on second thought? What power did the Son of Heaven still have when his own Imperial Guard was being beaten by the Kempetai******? That his own country was overflowing with brothels, gambling houses and opium dens, run by the most motley of organized crime? Russian clans, Korean gangs, Chinese triads, Japanese yakuza… Gangsters of all kinds were well established, to the point of provoking international incidents, such as the anti-Semitic murder of Frenchman Simon Kaspé by Russian fascists, who were moreover granted amnesty by Manchu justice! These practices could only offend foreign devils, without bringing any benefit.
Even the Japanese intelligence agencies that raised their funds through these illegal activities. Didn't General Kenji Doihara say: "Manchuria pays to be exploited"?
Manchukuo's propaganda said that criminality was a legacy of Chinese warlords, that respect for the law was the hallmark of imperial civilization in the face of nationalist chaos… Everyone laughed about it. Ninety percent of the world's opium production passed through Manchoukouo! And Pu-Yi didn't even get a dime...
Smart dogs know when to stop barking, his father used to say. Demchugdongrub had hoped to set up an informal, two-way or even three-way cooperation with Wang Jigwei in Beijing. Finally, before he had his little accident… Together, they could have weighed against Japan, which after all needed them more every day. When a servant becomes indispensable in the house, he is the master. Or else, they could have considered a way out of the conflict: Chiang certainly did not have the means to refuse such an offer, and he would have been obliged to offer them positions and places in the government of reunified China… But no, that stubborn head of Kang-te continued to play the Son of Heaven of yesteryear on his cardboard throne. He made laws that punished harmful thoughts and all... What was the term used again? Any alteration of the kokutai!
The term kokutai, moreover Japanese, roughly meant “national identity”. But in Manchukuo, this kokutai was in very poor condition. In Mongolia, Prince Demchugdongrub was at least master at home. He was offered with hypocritical generosity lands populated by Han? Never mind ! It prohibited any migration of Chinese or foreign population to Chahar. The Han would go first… The terms of its cooperation with Japan were concrete: money and land in exchange for its military aid. He had not signed an expropriation of peasants to install Japanese settlers! While in Manchukuo, twenty thousand families were expelled each year by the force of the bayonets of the Kwantung army to make way for the Japanese. Not to mention the million forced laborers sent to exhaust themselves in the mines for the sole benefit of the men of Tokyo.
As for the pro-Japanese Chinese government of the late Jingwei, its authority was at least as theoretical as that of Pu-Yi. Either way, the Tokyo lieman was dead before the Sino-Japanese alliance was signed. He was not unhappy about it on reflection, there had been talk of definitely subordinating his Mongolian backyard to Peking.
These dark thoughts, along with his administrative work, kept Demchugdongrub busy until dinner time. After the meal, which had made it possible to discuss the distribution of the present Manchurians, he went out to breathe in the garden where the animals offered that day had already taken up residence in the trees. It was grotesque! But the traditions… We had planted bamboo plants nearby to feed the small animals with red coats and curious white faces outlined in black. While watching the peaceful plantigrades busy decorticating the plants, the prince began to think about politics again.
All in all and for the moment, his own situation was not yet dramatic. Already, he did not have to suffer the permanent presence of a pseudo-military attaché responsible for spying on him and... correcting him. Pu-Yi was constantly followed by a Kwantung Army officer named Yoshioka Yasunori, who reported his every move, threatened him, and even gave him orders. Nor did he have to put up with drunken Japanese in his own palace, like that infamous Colonel Itagaki, who behaved so badly with women*******.
Moreover, the prince had sufficient lucidity to analyze the situation, and would not be surprised by the first American bombardments. Was there nothing he could attempt to avoid a pathetic fate? He was the lord of Mengjiang, by his ancestors! Was he condemned in advance to be hanged by Chiang's soldiers if the Allies won, as Pu-Yi surely would be, or obliged to beg a title of valet from Hiro-Hito if Japan had its way?
If he could remain in power without recognizing the supremacy of a foreign government, he would be delighted. But if the miracle did not happen, he would rather leave the place than be reduced to the rank of puppet of a colonial resident like Pu-Yi, who was denied the title of "Great Emperor Quing" by the Japanese and who had to be satisfied with being "Emperor of Manchuria under the authority of Emperor Showa". He first had to think about saving what he had built. And the most important thing remained to maintain a more or less autonomous Mongolian state, and above all culturally intact******** and preserved from massive colonization, whether Han or Japanese.
Ideally, the conflict should have settled into some sort of balance that allowed his people to hold their own. The looming Allied victory would upset his plans.
Demchugdongrub grabbed a bamboo stalk and proceeded to feed the animals. For fun and to encourage his reflection, but this one definitely led to nothing other than to rehash legitimate anxieties.
How would he be judged by his descendants? A traitor or a founder? A visionary or a madman? Better or worse than Pu-Yi? Better, he hoped. Pu-Yi, poor madman busy managing the neuroses of his concubines, preventing his empress from fleeing her country and starving his servants. Even worse, if we listened to the rumor*********.
The Manchurian Emperor was just a sad, lonely little man in the dark...a far cry from a benevolent, equanimous Son of Heaven. Very far, too, from illustrating the benefits of pan-Asianism and its new civilization... And to think that they were now of the same family, according to the title of nobility he had accepted: Wudé Qinwang - first rank prince in martial virtue. Imitation is the most sincere of flattery, said his father. But Pu-Yi did not deserve to be imitated. A fool who naively thought of taking back the Dragon Throne, even his son Prince Chun said so! In the past, he would have been executed a long time ago, and certainly not by burying him honorably in a bag, but by slitting his throat and spilling his blood on the ground, as for a dog… or a coward.
The prince sighed. What could he not have done with the Japanese money invested in pure loss in the Manchurian princes? Why Pu-Yi and not Demchugdongrub? Certainly because the position of his country was less strategic in the eyes of the islanders... But perhaps because he was not considered conciliatory enough? he wondered with a touch of pride.
But today, what did Japan have to offer to the Autonomous Federation of Mongolia (the name that Tokyo decided to give to its country on August 4, 1941)? The Japanese were no longer going to risk waging war on the USSR and the People's Republic of Mongolia to offer it to the prince. And they obviously preferred the Han Chinese to the Mongols. The question was therefore no longer whether to change the alliance. The question now was where Demchugdongrub and his people would go. For the prince, it would be like before, when he navigated the middle of the struggles of devices and disputes between clans… only more delicate of course. But the rock was still big enough, if placed correctly, to withstand the approaching storm. And his forces, though few in number, still had some value. So, which new allegiance to choose?
The answer was obvious: Nationalist China, so unlikely was it that Westerners would want to deal directly with it. With hope alive, poor Pu-Yi had hired an American to coax the United States into his favour**********… A bit late though! So, Nanjing – well, Chongquing… because the People's Republic of China had a good dose of lead in the wing! He smiled evilly. He had done well to wait before throwing himself into the arms of the Communists as General Ma of the hilarious Pu-Yi had done ***********.
But how to fix this shift? He continued without paying attention to the teeth of the animal, which gradually approached his fingers while nibbling the bamboo. He wasn't going to send a letter to Chiang anyway. Moreover, he knew that the Kuomintang would not follow up on a too visible step, which would be insulting because it would imply that we needed him. He needed a contact, a friend who would plead his case, make his repentance seem natural and his actions pardonable. Perhaps its neighbours, the Muslims of the Three Northwestern Ma, near Xinquiang? Or…
Demchugdongrub let out a piercing cry: the charming little fire fox had just sunk his teeth into his index finger. Frightened, the animal immediately retreated into its tree. “Stupid critter! he blurted in the direction of the white muzzle protruding from the foliage, while sucking on his injured finger. Should I have you put in a burlap sack and sent back to…to the Himalayas? A ray of sunshine (not a rising sun of course) lit up the prince's face despite the falling night.
By the ancestors, yes! The Himalayas! So Tibetans, Buddhists and Lamas! And Goshima Tokushiro, a Japanese, of course, but above all the head of the “Buddhist Office” of the lands administered (really or not) by Manchukuo! Indeed, Tokushiro was an ally and secret friend of the Dalai Lama, who was in contact with Long Yu, warlord of Yumming… and general of Tchang! By this circuit, and by soliciting the oracles of the great monk, he could therefore reach the Generalissimo and President of the Nationalists, or at least his cabinet. And good old Tokushiro couldn't betray him or refuse him to mediate - he owed him many services, including his place as ruler of the official religion of Mengjiang, not to mention his contacts in China on behalf of the 'Kwantung Army, which had brought him much fame and… currency************. The approach simply had to remain discreet and coated with devotion: thus one would believe, or pretend to believe, in a religious rapprochement.
The prince ran to his office to write a very cordial invitation to his dear friend, so urgent was it to tighten their yet unalterable ties.
Two hours later, the missive was written. Of the most beautiful curves that his brush could produce, his ideograms warmly requested the coming to the palace of the eminent Tokushiro. A courier on horseback chosen from among the most faithful received the letter on his knees in the prince's study. He would take it to its recipient as soon as possible and deliver it in person, without anyone having opened it, of course – his life depended on it. The rider bowed his head ceremoniously to his lord and rode off into the night.
Demchugdongrub was satisfied. He uncorked a bottle of excellent sake, though offered by those bastard islanders. Bringing the cup to his lips, he clicked his tongue before toasting the moon, whose glow cut out the silhouette of a red panda sitting on its branch, as well as his ancestors. The most discreet doors definitely gave access to the heart of the house! And to the master of this house, he could sell his support to reconquer the lands of the North, eliminate the remnants of collectivism in the region and prevent harm to the Red refugees abroad. And of course, to destabilize the Japanese, when their Mongol ally disappears at the worst moment in the steppe! All arranged by the secret services of the Japanese occupants themselves.
The prince smiled and took another sip of sake. His religious friends would know how to convince their interlocutors of the sincerity of his feelings. They had every interest in keeping one of their co-religionists in place. Obviously, we would have to haggle, let go of ballast, everything would not be perfect. But the essential would be safe: its fragile state construction would not be destroyed. One would not have considered Prince Demchugdongrub twice as a negligible quantity. On the contrary, he would be remembered as a clever politician, and not as a von Ungern bittern, this completely mad Russian who thought only of his bloody crusade and not of his people and whose ambitions had been shattered on the wall of reality*************.
Epilogue
At the end of 1944, the Japanese defensive system facing the Chinese offensives, already dangerously stretched, was further destabilized by the disappearance of part of its Mongolian auxiliary troops, as well as by a series of attacks carried out by irregular troops in its rear, and in particular in supposedly secret supply depots. Faced with the demands of his allies and their thinly veiled criticisms (the looting irregulars were very similar to the deserting auxiliaries), Prince Demchugdongrub replied that the poverty of the subsidies granted to him by Tokyo did not allow him to raise more troops, nor even to maintain the auxiliaries which had evaporated in nature. Then he disappeared himself in November 1944, the Japanese not having the means to hunt him down.
The Mongol “ghost divisions” were reported again in the spring of 1945, as the Red Army pushed deeper into Manchuria to “drive out the Japanese fascists” from Manchukuo, whose people had called for help from the proletarian Motherland. On the border between Manchuria and Mongolia appeared four “divisions” of cavalry and two of infantry, whose manpower was (surprisingly) nominal (1,500 men per division) and whose armament was good American material that its first users, the Chinese nationalists, had hardly damaged. Their knowledge of the terrain enabled them to dodge direct clashes with Soviet armored vehicles, which were few in number on this front, and to avoid too deep a penetration by the Red forces into Inner Mongolia. These forces suffered significant losses, but what importance for soldiers whose allegiance no one recognized?
These same troops were found in the years 1946-1948 throughout Inner Mongolia, where they were responsible for various raids against various imperial remnants or Chinese small groups that did not recognize Chiang's authority. The integration into Nationalist China of territories which had not been Chinese for decades thus went smoothly, despite the fact that they were located in a highly disputed territory rich in nationalities, namely between the People's Republic of Mongolia (external) and the Democratic Republic of Manchuria (formerly Manchukuo). It is rumored that eventually the warriors of the steppes were assigned to guard the border between China and the PR of Mongolia, on lands that were theirs, after all, within living memory.
Prince Demchugdongrub joined Nanjing, where a post of provincial governor awaited him. The chaos reigning in the nationalist administration, perhaps deliberately aggravated by certain high-placed powers, engendered numerous official steps which kept him away from his homeland for a long time. However, he did not abandon his Mongolian dream: by dint of shenanigans, he obtained from President Chiang in August 1949 a status of autonomy for Inner Mongolia. Finally returning to the land of his ancestors, covered with honors and recognized by all the clans, he ruled the province until his death in 1966. Historians specializing in China are still debating the possibility of an autonomous Inner Mongolia in when the communists had taken power instead of the KMT. The prince is seen today as a historical figure of Mongolian nationalism and pan-Mongolism, and his descendants still plead for a reunification of their province with the country of Sukhe Bator (the so-called Outer Mongolia, former People's Republic).
In Asia, everything depends on subtle balances of power, the most visible not necessarily being the most significant. Thus a supposed rustic of the Mongolian plains like Prince Demchugdongrub was to prove shrewder (or more in tune with reality) than the Son of Heaven himself, whose sad end surprised only the naive.
Saint Goshima Tokushiro, although of Japanese origin, took advantage of the rediscovered favor of his Mongolian friend to escape the vengeance of his former adversaries, before finally obtaining a high post of religious leader during the annexation of Tibet to China in the 50s. However, he deemed it preferable to sinicize his surname, becoming the venerable lama Hsin mén (the one who opens the door), a surprising name but full of meaning for those who knew his tormented origins.
Nowadays, and although remaining ignored by a large part of the world, Inner Mongolia remains a surprising point of friction between China and Russia, as it retains a strong strategic interest due to its position between Mongolia and Manchuria, all two torn between Chinese and Russian influences. It has been forgotten that one of Japan's demands, in the negotiations with the United States carried out before the outbreak of the Pacific War, was "recognition of the unique character of Mengjiang and the inalienable right of Japan to station troops there. for the next twenty-five years to ensure its safety. It is not surprising that the local populations make regular demands in defense of their particular status, which they consider threatened by the centralizing tendencies of Nanjing. However, the Mongolian ethnic group remains today the best treated minority in the Republic of China, particularly in comparison to the fate of the Uyghurs.
* Become today, and for a Han Chinese, Zhangjiakou, Hebei province.
** The color of the Mongol uniforms was quite similar to that of Nationalist China uniforms, with an Imperial Russian type gray cape. Some units, however, had mustard uniforms, similar in color to Japanese uniforms, with a national insignia on the sleeve.
*** Tibet. But the gift is probably from Nepal.
**** Literally “little bear-cat”.
***** Literally “fire fox” – firefox, the browser of course ...
****** In June 1937, members of the Imperial Guard of Manchukuo, although not on duty, had opposed Japanese settlers who were harassing the Chinese population. The Kempetai seized the opportunity to arrest the guards, charge them with "anti-imperial activities" and beat them naked in public. She then used the affair as a pretext to justify disarming the Imperial Guard, which only kept pistols.
******* On the night of February 24, 1932, Colonel Itagaki (the officer with whom Demchugdongrub had negotiated the support of the Kwantung Army), completely drunk on sake, was guilty before Emperor Pu-Yi of several sexual assaults against geishas. Pu-Yi was outraged, but because the women in question didn't know who he was.
******** In Changchun, the Manchu schoolchildren had to salute in the direction of Tokyo and then in the direction of Pu-Yi's portrait; altars of Amaterasu were built even in the imperial palace, materializing the primacy of Shintoism over the worship of the emperor; finally, at the imperial military academy, cadets were taught to serve “the two emperors: the great and the small.”
********* Emperor Kang-te had a stubborn reputation as a rapist of his servants. And the beatings against his staff are documented, increasing as his frustrations grow. The sentence "Let him be taken down to the basement" was particularly feared, and all the servants had been flogged at least once.
********** George Bronson Rea had tried in vain until 1941 to have Manchukuo recognized by the United States. He had written a book, The Case for Manchukuo, in which he contrasted the inveterate and supposedly natural corruption of the Kuomintang with the “wise government” (sic!) of Pu-Yi.
*********** In 1935, having received a considerable bribe, the Uyghur warlord Ma Zhanshan placed his troops at the disposal of the Emperor of Manchukuo to drive out the partisans who plagued the country. As an additional reward, he had been appointed Minister of Defence. A few months later, he joined the USSR with arms and luggage!
************ Through the intervention of the prince, Goshima Tokushiro, who ran a more or less effective spy network, had been able to have it abundantly financed by the Kwantung Army. In particular, he had created a dormant cell in Tibet, in order to ensure the reconstitution of the post of Jebtsundamba, the Grand Lama of Mongolia, and then the choice of its occupant.
************* During the Russian Civil War, Baron von Ungern had waged war until 1925 in Siberia with his army, baptized the Asian Legion, on behalf of the White Russians and then against them, in his own name. Convinced that he was the reincarnation of Genghis Khan, this Baltic German wanted to establish a great shamanic empire from the Urals to Vladivostok and initiated the restoration of the khans to the Mongolian throne.