October 24, 1942.

The streets of Laizhou were bustling with people, all busy with their own affairs. Some were running errands or returning from grocery shopping, while many others, dressed as if they had just stepped out of a furnace, hurried home.

A Mercedes-Benz G4 SUV drove through the street and stopped in front of the China Democratic League headquarters building.

"General Trotsky, welcome to the Southeast Peninsula." Chen Sanyuan, accompanied by an interpreter, stood on the steps and shook hands with him with a smile.

A fair-skinned man got off the car. He was nearly two meters tall and extremely handsome, but his face was slightly pale and his lips were tightly pressed into a line.

His name is Ilyich Trotsky, he is from Russia, and he is a major general in the Russian Far East Siberian Military District.

Ilyich Trotsky greeted Chen Sanyuan with a smile and a handshake: "Representative Chen, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"I didn't expect General Trotsky to speak Chinese so well. It seems we don't need a translator."

“Representative Chen, I spent some time in Northeast China, so I can speak Chinese fairly well.”

Chen Sanyuan nodded and then invited the other party to visit the headquarters building of the China Democratic League. The two chatted as they walked toward their offices on the third floor.

On the way, they met several high-ranking members of the China Democratic League. Most of them greeted Chen Sanyuan before shaking hands with Ilyich Trotsky and praising him in enthusiastic Chinese for his handsome appearance and gentlemanly manners.

Although Ilyich Trotsky didn't particularly enjoy socializing, he was very good at it.

"Thump thump thump—!"

Chen Sanyuan knocked on the office door, then pushed it open and led Ilyich Trotsky into the office.

"President, they've arrived."

After giving a brief introduction of Ilyich Trotsky, Chen Sanyuan left the office, closing the door behind him.

"Hello, General Trotsky..."

Lin Feng quickly stepped forward and warmly shook hands with Ilyich Trotsky.

Ilyich Trotsky responded politely, shook hands with Lin Feng, and then the two sat down on the guest sofa.

Lin Feng immediately poured Trotsky a cup of tea and handed it to him. Ilyich Trotsky took the teapot, took a sip, and then put it down.

"Mr. Chairman, I am here on behalf of our great Prime Minister Stalin, hoping to forge a friendly alliance with your country..."

Ilyich Trotsky stated his purpose directly without any beating around the bush.

"A friendly alliance?" Lin Feng was taken aback and asked, "What kind of friendly alliance does Premier Stalin intend to form with our country?"

Ilyich Trotsky gave a faint smile: "I know that your country is hostile to the Axis powers and has not joined the Central Powers, therefore... our Prime Minister Stalin hopes that your country can join our international front."

"Not interested." Lin Feng refused without hesitation.

Ilyich Trotsky frowned: "Are you sure? The relationship between the National League and the United States, Britain, the United States and Australia has reached a freezing point. If your country can form an alliance with our country, at least on the surface, it will make other forces hesitant to attack you."

"I repeat myself, I have no interest in joining the international front."

Lin Feng refused without hesitation.

Ilyich Trotsky snorted and said, "If you don't want to join the international front, it means you'll be placed in our opposing camp. After all, you haven't explained the issue of Hans weapons to us yet. I don't think your country would be happy to see that happen, would it?"

Lin Feng shook his head and smiled, picked up his teacup and took a sip of water. "General Trotsky, I'm just a businessman. As long as the other party pays the money and is willing to pay the corresponding price, I'm willing to do anything."

"As for your suggestion to include our National League for Democracy in our opposing camp, you can try it and see..."

"That's what the Sakura Kingdom said back then, and as a result... it was destroyed."

Ilyich Trotsky snorted coldly, "Chairman Lin, don't be so arrogant."

"Arrogant?"

"I have hundreds of aircraft carriers and thousands of warships. Am I being arrogant???"

Lin Feng shrugged and spread his hands.

Upon hearing about hundreds of aircraft carriers, Ilyich Trotsky gritted his teeth inwardly, cold sweat pouring down his back.

Not long ago, their military department conducted an assessment and analysis of the army, navy, and air force of various countries around the world, and surprisingly found that the National League for Democracy (NLD) in Southeast Asia...

The navy is ranked first in the world, the air force is ranked second, and the army is slightly behind, barely making it into the top ten.

Ilyich Trotsky began to doubt the authenticity of the assessment and analysis results.

Having arrived in the southeastern peninsula and witnessed firsthand the scale and depth of the National League for Democracy (NLD), Ilyich Trotsky had to admit that the assessment results were very likely accurate.

“Mr. Chairman, we never intended to be enemies with the National League, but your attitude is intolerable to us. After all, we are still at war with Hans, and you sold them such a huge amount of supplies... This has already sparked protests throughout Europe and even the world, and we must take measures.”

Lin Feng waved his hand, interrupting Ilyich Trotsky's speech.

“General Trotsky, you misunderstand. In addition to doing business with Hans, I also do business with the British Empire. You can check this matter. I never hide the fact that I cooperate with foreign governments.”

"We, the Democratic League, will not act like the United States, resorting to underhanded tactics. We will confront our enemies head-on and win every battle!"

"Our Democratic League will never make peace or form an alliance with any enemy country. As long as a red star shines upon us, this land will forever belong to our nation!"

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