THE GREAT KAHN
To: Dr. Robert Birmingham. Cromwell Publishing. London, England
From: Lucas Dazs. Bulika, Mongolia.
Re: Mongolian Coup
Robert
Mongolia is a cold, windy, and depressing place. But I feel oddly well seeing the Soviet consult burn down. The history of this Mongol nation is filled with battle (I'm sure you've read this all before but I am restating it anyways) after gaining independence in 1911, it was taken over by a Chinese Warlord, but that was displaced by the White Russian army making Mongolia a "protectorate." A small partisan army was formed and defeated the White Russians. The Mongolian People's Republic was formed in 1920, making it the second communist nation on the earth. The old fedual system was destroyed in favor of a true communist style. It has been under the Soviets thumb ever sense.
Well at least until a few weeks ago. Now be aware this is all second hand information that I, a foriegn German-American with an oxford education in acient Mongolian (hahaha), have obtained. But a young Mongolian, educated in Moscow, returned a few years ago. His name is Goligan Nefan, I saw him for the briefest of moments. He doesn't look like an educated man, he looks like Ghengis Kahn in an army uniform . Long beard, and piercing eyes, holding a Soviet rifle above his head.
Now I know Robert you and the other corespondents are curious as to what had happened. And I doubt you are paying my way arcoss the bloody globe to sight see, so here is what I have gathered so far. A small "security" force of Soviet troops where in a border town, and the locals were listening the a monk preach (this is were I am a tad murky on the subject but this seems the most likely scenario), the Soviets took the man and dragged him away to arrest. A common practice I am told, but the monk attempted to run and was shot down dead. The soviets laughed, and then the three of them were shot down, by Mr. Nefan metioned earlier.
Not the best start to a revolt, but after getting some men together and rallying them behind him Nefan rode to the capital, and without much bloodshed took the General Secretary into custody. The army joined behind Nefan a week later, and the people refer to him as Kahn. According the Mongolian beliefs Ghengis Kahn (and you better know who that is Robert!) will be reincarnated and lead the Mongols to glory again.
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Goligan Nefan sat at the large ornate desk, it belonged to the prior owner of this office. He purposly snubbed his cigerette out on the varnished oak, sneering at the office devoted to Lenin and Stalin. He went to Moscow to become an officer in the Mongolian Peoples army, but while there he read on the great Kahn. He rode over the world in an Empire larger then the Romans. The Mongols were great, and still are, this is what he thought when he returned to his homeland.
It was just those Soviets poor luck that they saw him with his pistol crossing toward that bald man preaching Soviet annexation. Nefan wasn't the most athletic of men, but he certainly pull a gun out faster then the gaurds unslung their rifles. Looking over at the portrait of Lenin he smiled, " The people already have made my act into legend, I wonder what horrors you commited my bald friend."
Shooting them felt good, as did burning the General Secretary with his mistress, and wife. Nefan had great plans for Mongolia, communism had no purpose in his great Empire. Well the methods could work, but the Mongols needed and Emperor to rule them, not a secretary.
He knew he had to act fast, the Soviets would only take so long before "restoring order." Publicly he sent out telegrams telling the world of the Independent Mongolia, and how he hopes no one will bother his poor nation. "The west will jump at that no doubt," And the Soviets won't dare fight the west right now. Getting up he went out to the balcony and looked out over his troops. No longer in the tatty rags the Soviets gave, but good uniforms liking that of the Great Kahns troops.
The stores of Soviet small arms, would be put to good use. Mongolian horses would once again cross the earth cutting a path of destruction to all those who stood in Nefans way. Glancing at the world map back in the office Nefan grinned wolfishly as his hand moved over it encompassing everything, "Ghengis, Kubla, they are nothing compared to me! I have the rifle, the cannon, and the airplane! " He wrote down a few notes for his aide to pick up.
The army was worrying Nefan greatly. Field Marshall Kynovious, a respectable man, (although looking very much to have some Russian and Chinese in him, but once again Nefan was willing to make an exception to his tastes) drew up plans for increasing the Mongolian army. But they still fell short of what Nefan wanted, no chance for tanks or mechanized armed forces, with the current stae of the industry. Nefan was going to have to find a happy medium until a more permant solution could be found. Hating the idea, but a fool not to use a method that works Nefan set about setting up his five year plan. First year was to be to the take over of Siaking, and the industrial build up up that, and Mongolia itself. The second to miltary build up, as well as armor technology. Thrid was to spread out into surrounding nations. While the fourth and fifth Nefan decided would be a general build up, to increase production and the army itself. He took adrink from the fine wine the "people's" old leader had stored. It was sweet and very good, all the better when the image of his empire formed in his mind.
The ages of Hitler, Stalin, Churchill, and Mussolini were soon to be over. Soon the world would see the reincaration of Ghengis, and Kubla Kahn. Soon the world would see Goligan Nefan take his place in the world, as a humble leader of everyone.
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