Chapter 26: The Art of War (2)
December 1937.
The National Military Committee swiftly discharged five generals from Park Han-jin's faction who were deployed to the bloody Chinese front, cutting off the serpent's head.
With the high-ranking generals who could serve as a focal point for dissent removed, the remaining generals could hardly breathe, their every move watched.
As my faction completely took control of the feared Security Command, the eyes and ears of the security units within the troops were tightening their iron grip on them.
But even places without the Security Command's watchful eyes weren't safe, nowhere to hide.
The National Military Committee actively recruited young officers with similar ideological leanings through blaring radio broadcasts and inflammatory newspapers, spreading our message far and wide.
The generals, perhaps terrified by the Committee's frighteningly rapid increase in control within the military, even reduced their private gatherings, knowing the walls had ears.
Harboring discontent and standing against me? A foolish notion.
It might have been possible when I had just taken power, but now it was utterly hopeless.