New Year's Day 1936. Hitler and his Nationalist Socialists reigned in Germany . Though he had outlined his plans in Mein Kampf, the autobiographical forecasting text was not all that well-known outside of Germany and those few who did read it failed to take it with any seriousness. Thus, while the other countries of Europe and the United States kept watch on the new government, few would have predicted the storm that was waiting to be unleashed on the horizon.
So it is that the year began for the Western world in relative peace. This was not so in the Far East, where tensions were high between Japan and China. Furthermore, the Great Dragon had lost its teeth, its scales torn off of its once glittering body, the country plunged into civil war. Regional warlords squared off against Chiang Kai-Shek's Nationalist Chinese and the Chinese Communists. Each faction had its own base of power and it was unclear as to who would restore stability and reunite the country.
In a small house in the province of Guangzhou, two men deliberated over the country and the future of their group, the Guangzi Clique. They hoped to unify the country, much as the Kingdom of Wei had during the Three Kingdoms period in the past. Whether or not they would succeed, no one knew, not even they themselves. Yet one of them was aware of the dangers they faced...
"Our situation as far as we can see it is a potentially precarious one, Li Chi-shen. Chiang Kai-Shek's armies remain strong and while we are on excellent terms with all of our neighbours, our transportation system remains overextended."
The air was thick with the clouding scent of too much jasmine incense as Li Chi-shen, the nominal state leader and Intelligence Chief of the Guangxi Clique and Li Tsung-jen, the real head of government, bent over their game of mah-jong and discussed their plans for Guangxi expansion.
Chi-shen, an aged man who trusted virtually no one and was considered by outsiders to be a grossly inept ruler, stroked his whiskered chin as he completed a match and took away a few tiles.
"We need an ally then, Commander Tsung-jen. Go and speak with Foreign Minister Wang Ching-Wei about possible friends. When we find a friend, then we will move."
Commander Tsung-jen, much younger, much healthier, and far more capable than his alleged superior bit his bottom lip in concentration, standing up from the game and walking towards the window, where outside a waxing crescent moon winked at him.
"Ching-Wei is an arrogant fool. We will need to choose our allies very carefully. I am also going to recommend that we declare war on Portugal and Great Britain. Foreigners have no place being so close to Chinese affairs. However this struggle for China goes, it must be decided by Chinese and not by those barbarians."
"We are in agreement, Commander. Order it done."