Upon entering, the faces of the seven men immediately turned gloomy.

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "Oh no!"

As expected, Ruan Hong of the Gang of Seven said coldly, "Comrade Lin Feng, where are the weapons and ammunition you promised?"

"Do you know that with so many more mouths to feed, our guerrilla force will be starved into poverty in no time?"

"Yes! They also said that the China headquarters provided us with 200,000 Type 38 rifles, 1,000 Type 11 light machine guns, and 300 Type 92 heavy machine guns."

"But what about now? A bunch of refugees have come, bringing nothing, and they're even mooching food from us."

Le Van Huy, Nguyen Hong, Vu Yuen Giap, Van Tien Ren, Hoang Hung Nghia, Nguyen Chi Thanh, and others stood up and vented their grievances.

They originally thought that the Chinese headquarters had prepared weapons and ammunition, but when they arrived, they found that this was not the case at all.

After listening to their rambling for a while, Lin Feng suddenly roared, "Shut up!!!"

The Gang of Seven was stunned.

Lin Feng didn't explain anything, but instead turned his gaze to the taciturn Hu Zhiming: "Uncle Hu? You think so too?"

The latter shook his head: "That's not what I meant, it's just..."

He thought for a moment and finally said, "Comrade Lin Feng, let's keep things separate. Weapons and ammunition are weapons and ammunition, and food is food."

"After all, our guerrillas don't have much food. As the chief representative, I should take the lead in conserving food and not waste it."

"Right?"

After saying that, Hu Zhiming smiled at Lin Feng, as if everything was none of his business.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and glared at him, his fists clenched, and anger rose in his heart. "We're all on the same side, so don't be so formal."

"Ha ha!"

Wen Jinren suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, "One of our own?"

"Your identity is unclear, so you think you're one of us just because you say you're one of us?"

"Hehe! That's hilarious."

Lin Feng clenched his fist so tightly that he didn't even realize his nails were digging into his flesh.

After several seconds, he suddenly raised his foot and stomped hard on the chair leg. With a loud crash, the wooden chair leg broke and collapsed.

He glared angrily at the crowd and shouted, "Fine, fine, you'll regret this!"

Lin Feng exuded a strong killing intent, causing the temperature inside the room to plummet to freezing.

After saying that, he turned to leave.

The seven-person group didn't say a single word to persuade him to stay.

Hu Zhiming watched Lin Feng's retreating figure, a smug smile curving his lips.

Once outside, Lin Feng looked up and saw that the sky was overcast.

Dark clouds covered the sky, a strong wind howled, and there seemed to be a dark mass moving on the horizon.

A sudden sense of panic welled up in Lin Feng's heart. "It's going to rain."

"We need to find a place to settle the brothers quickly."

"You stinky man, I know where to find it."

From under the eaves in the distance, Nguyen Thi Mai called out.

She seemed to know things would develop this way, so she waited patiently.

Lin Feng immediately turned his head, "Where?"

"Ban Nan".

Nguyen Thi Mai quickly took out a map and pointed to a point on it, saying, "This place is more than ten kilometers away from Batan. Lai Chau is to the south. We can go there to set up troops."

Why did you help me?

Lin Feng frowned and asked, logically deducing that this woman was a member of the Vietnamese guerrillas and had helped him without the permission of the Seven-Man Group.

It's no different from treason.

Nguyen Thi Mai paused slightly, "I know your abilities."

"I only hope that one day you will show mercy to our people."

Nguyen Thi Mai lowered her head, and two blushes appeared on her pretty face. "Of course, besides that, you're still my stinky man. If I don't help you, who else should I help?"

"Good woman."

Lin Feng couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Hurry up, get to Bannan as soon as possible."

"Um!"