I Will Stage A Coup D’état - Chapter 34



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EP.34 Revolutionary Camp (2)

One day, soldiers came to Pingfang, south of Harbin, and began setting up barbed wire and erecting temporary buildings.

The natives were curious to see this sight, but when they realized what these people were doing, they turned their heads away in horror.

Security Service.

It was a vicious institution that could stop crying children just by its name.

The notoriety of the Security Command has grown even stronger since the Lee Seong-jun administration came to power.

“You can’t even look there.”

The adults gave the children a firm warning.

And soon dozens of trucks, loaded with people, arrived at this secret camp in Pingfang.

As soon as people arrived at the camp, they saw soldiers standing here and there and thought this was a military base.

Of course, this was not a military base.

“Where have you brought us?”

“Instructor!”

“Yes, sir.”

“You little shit, you just opened your mouth, fast.”

“All right.”

The revolutionary camps were basically non-violent.

Of course, it’s a place to drain the waters of militarism, so there’s no way they’d use violence, which is an extension of military culture.

Instead, he starved.

The prisoners were forced to suffer from hunger, receiving only the small meals provided by the camp every morning.

“What the hell are you guys doing? If you’re going to catch someone, at least give them a proper meal.”

No matter how loudly I protested, nothing changed.

However, as soon as I touched the guard’s body, his boots flew at me.

People gradually became accustomed to the rules of the revolutionary camp.

Of course, not all the prisoners were starving.

“I’ll give a bowl of noodles to the brother who attended the reading session today.”

The camp held reading sessions every evening, and those who participated were given food.

Sometimes it was noodles, sometimes it was soup, but either way, it was enough to fill my stomach.

At first, the civil servants who had not even looked at the reading session began to attend one by one, taking note as they began to suffer from hunger.

The work at the reading was simple.

“The book to read today is General Lee Seong-jun’s Quotations. Read it carefully and familiarize yourself with the content. The person who answers the question correctly later will get an extra meal.”

People had to read the Lee Seong-jun series, such as Lee Seong-jun’s Sayings, The Legend of the Galaxy Heroes, Lee Seong-jun’s Private Essays, Lee Seong-jun’s Homage Collection, Lee Seong-jun’s Lives, and Lee Seong-jun’s ‘Discussing Democracy’, and express their impressions of them.

If the director heard the story and presented it to the audience, they could receive a reward of a shortened ‘sentence’.

As time passed, people attending the reading session competitively read Lee Seong-jun’s books.

In fact, even if it was a book written by Lee Seong-jun, it was nothing more than groundwork for his own coup d’état and was of no help at all in fostering democratic citizens.

However, there were no other sharp points.

If we were to read Western popular democracy books as they are, what more could it be than a challenge to Lee Seong-jun’s rule?

To overcome this contradiction, the Security Command had them read the Lee Seong-jun series, which could be called the empire’s ‘recommended books’.

It was something Lee Seong-jun could never have imagined, but that was how field work was done.

How many times has there been a difference between the instructions given at the desk and the actual work done?

“What book did General Lee Seong-jun read when he was 8 years old by walking 50 km to a bookstore because he wanted to read it?”

“This is Clausewitz’s On War.”

Such nonsense was taken for granted in the camp.

At first, the civil servants who recited this nonsense sarcastically began to sincerely believe it later.

The reason was simple.

‘I’m not praising Lee Seong-jun just for a bowl of rice. I’m praising him because His Excellency Lee Seong-jun is a truly great superman.’

Group brainwashing, which Sungjun had never imagined, was carried out every day in the revolutionary concentration camp.

People saluted under the portrait of Lee Seong-jun, who looked down at them with a smiling face every day, ate under his gaze, and studied his writings.

Security Commander Kim Seong-ju, who visited the site to inspect the revolutionary education, was greatly satisfied with these results.

“Good. Very good. This is the real revolution. What revolution is better than having the three characters of Lee Seong-jun engraved in your head?”

To be honest, this whole situation seemed wonderful to Kim Seong-ju, who followed Lee Seong-jun’s ideology.

Of course, when I went to report to Seongjun, I was able to answer confidently.

“The inmates are undergoing ‘civilization’ as Your Majesty intended. From now on, no one will dare to talk about ‘annexation’ against Your Majesty’s will.”

It was a given.

Those who entrusted their judgment to Lee Seong-jun would never be able to demand anything from the government.

“Is that so?”

As the first revolutionary camp achieved results, revolutionary camps began to sprout up like mushrooms all over the country.

The number of inmates jumped to thousands in an instant.

Now, when people in the empire say ‘revolution’, the first thing that comes to mind is the revolutionary camps.

If there is anyone missing around you,

“Where did that guy go?”

“I went to make a revolution.”

“Oh, I see.”

Everyone, I came to understand it that way.

Of course, there was no rule that a revolution could only take place once.

Muban Lee Beom-seok, famous for being meticulous, never lost his will even though he participated in revolutions three times.

“Korea has a duty to bear its own burden!”

He never said that he would give up Japan’s annexation even if he was beaten to death.

Then there was no choice.

There is no choice but to continue to be revolutionized.

“But how was Mr. Kim brought here?”

There was actually no reason for Kim Won-bong, a leftist, to be dragged in.

He never talked about annexing Japan anywhere.

Still, the reason I was dragged there was simple.

“You slandered His Excellency Lee Seong-jun!”

Those initially designated as targets of revolution were civil servants who had displeased His Majesty by advocating Japanese annexation.

But, as with all organizations in the world, once the revolutionary camps began to operate, they created prey to expand their own organization.

“If you think about it, revolution is the work of engraving Your Excellency in your mind. Should we leave alone those who deny Your Excellency? If we leave them alone, people like rotten tangerines will continue to emerge.”

“That makes sense.”

So, anyone who made even the slightest disrespectful remark about Lee Seong-jun was arrested.

And then he ‘revolutionized’ it.

Syngman Rhee was also arrested that way.

“What’s so wrong with calling a military dictator a military dictator? You can’t even write a single line in the newspaper anyway.”

“This guy is fearless. Add three more months to his sentence.”

As the number of celebrities among those arrested increased, Lee Seong-jun also felt something was strange.

“Huh? What the? You’re saying that you’ll arrest me just for cursing?”

Contrary to Seongjun’s intentions, the revolutionary camp was going in a strange direction.

Seongjun went to the camp himself to understand the situation.

“Long live His Excellency Lee Seong-jun!”

“Oh, Your Majesty! I was born into this world for Your Majesty.”

At first, Sungjun thought he had come to a cult religious group.

But that wasn’t it.

The guards proudly reported to Seongjun, who had come out to inspect the map.

“Your Majesty. This is the result of the civilianization of our camp. Everyone has Your Majesty in mind and is so faithful to the revolution that they memorize every word of Your Majesty’s actions.”

“Oh, I see.”

Now I can’t say that there was a misunderstanding.

Authoritarian leaders had to be people whose judgments were ‘infallible’.

A leader who makes mistakes is no longer special.

And, when I actually came to the site and thought about it, there was no suitable substitute for the ‘Lee Seong-jun series’.

Isn’t it contradictory to teach democracy under a military regime?

“Hey, let’s do the reading of the Lee Seong-jun series in moderation.”

Of course, that doesn’t mean Sungjun’s instructions were followed on site.

On-site, the Lee Seong-jun series of readings was still popular.

Anyway, this revolutionary education achieved its desired results.

The idea of ​​Japanese annexation was also defeated, and the voices of anti-Lee Sung-jun within society were silenced.

However, this kind of revolutionary education had no positive effects on the Korean Empire at all.

As a side effect of brainwashing education, various socially maladjusted people were mass-produced, from pseudo-religious groups that worship Lee Seong-jun as their leader to extreme fanatics who follow Lee Seong-jun.

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty is a superhuman being, like a wise god, who came down to save Korea! Please ascend to the throne and lead the empire!”

“Are those kids crazy?”

Even Lee Seong-jun could not bear the harm and closed the doors of the revolutionary concentration camp.

“Your Majesty! Why is this such a good tool called revolutionary education?”

“Master. Just close it.”

The revolutionary camps existed for a very short time in the history of the Korean Empire.

However, it is a facility operated by a country that is a major power.

There were quite a few countries interested in that achievement.

Among them were Germany and Italy.

“It’s a revolutionary concentration camp. We also have political prisoners running around. How about managing them like the Koreans?”

“I think it would be better to read the Führer’s ‘Mein Kampf’ and have them praise him. I think it would be more fun. I would be able to see the SPD bastards praise the Führer.”

It was the moment when the dark Korean wave that Sungjun did not want and absolutely did not want to export began.