However, there were one hundred gold bars in front of him.

Seeing the conflicted look on his face, Zhang Xiaowu wasn't in a hurry. He lit a cigarette and occasionally exhaled a puff of smoke. "Comrade Ruan Zhicheng, think about it. It's just a change of party."

"As long as Vietnam can be liberated, isn't it liberated wherever we go?"

"The key is that you're in a guerrilla force, so you have no real power. The troops under your command are dirt poor, and you even have to pay them out of your own pocket."

"Our chairman said that as long as you bring your troops to join the Democratic League..."

Zhang Xiaowu pointed to the hundred gold bars, "Not only do these hundred gold bars belong to you, but each of your soldiers has a gun and even receives a military salary. Compared to what you have now, this is much better."

Looking at the hundred gleaming gold bars in front of him, Ruan Zhicheng felt a surge of desire. Yes, they were too tempting.

By joining the Democratic League, he would not only have real power, but his soldiers would each have a gun, receive military pay, and also receive one hundred gold bars. This was a world of difference from his previous life.

However, as a comrade who was defending the interests of the Indochinese Party, he was struggling internally.

"Comrade Ruan Zhicheng, do you want to join us or not?"

Zhang Xiaowu stared at him and asked, word by word.

"this……"

"I...I..."

"I think, of course I want to, but..."

He hesitated; if he joined the NLD, he would undoubtedly become a traitor to the Indochinese Party.

If the Indochinese Communist Party finds out, will they kill me?

“Comrade Ruan Zhicheng, it’s fine if you don’t agree. There are seven people in your group of seven. If you don’t agree, I believe the others will definitely be very interested.”

Zhang Xiaowu exhaled a smoke ring, "However, I must remind you, if you want to join later, you won't get such good treatment."

"No."

Upon hearing this, he panicked, "I'll join! I'll join the China Democratic League right now!!"

Zhang Xiaowu handed him the gold bar and said, "Take it, it's yours."

"Thank you, thank you, Chairman! Thank you!!"

Ruan Zhicheng thanked him repeatedly, his eyes crinkling with laughter as he looked at the gold bars.

That very night, Nguyen Chi Thanh led his more than four thousand men to defect to the National League for Democracy.

This news threw the guerrilla command into chaos.

"Damn it! Nguyen Chi Thanh has actually sided with the National League for Democracy."

"That bastard!"

"What do we do now?"

"What should I do? You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

"..."

The command center was thrown into chaos.

"Alright, stop arguing!"

Hu Zhiming slammed his fist on the table and said, "If you make another sound, I'll kill you!"

Hu Zhiming had a fiery temper and never had a pleasant expression, so everyone in the command post fell silent when they saw him get angry.

Has anyone seen Wu Yuanjia and Wen Jinren?

After a long silence, Hu Zhiming finally spoke calmly.

"Yeah, I haven't seen them all day. Could they have run away?"

"That's impossible. They are absolutely loyal to the country, otherwise they would have defected long ago!"

Suddenly, a guerrilla soldier rushed in and said in a panic, "Reporting to the chief representative, Wu Yuanjia and Wen Jinren have led their troops to defect to the Democratic League!"

"What!!!"

Upon hearing this, Hu Zhiming, Li Wenhui, Ruan Hong, Huang Xingyi, and others' expressions changed drastically.

"Smack!"

Hu Zhiming slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage, yelling, "Bastard!!"

"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!!"

He roared in anger, never expecting that three of the seven members would suddenly defect to the Democratic League.

This was a huge blow to the guerrillas!

Then, the entire command center fell silent...

After a deathly silence—

"Damn it! The General Representative!"

"We can't just stand by and watch the guerrillas be swallowed up by the National League. We must send troops immediately! We must deal a heavy blow to the National League. Only in this way can we have a chance to turn things around, otherwise..."

Li Wenhui stopped there.

Because he knew the consequences would be severe.

"I think Captain Li's suggestion is excellent, General Agent, we must send troops as soon as possible!!"

Huang Xingyi echoed this sentiment.

Hu Zhiming frowned. "I understand."

Now they have no other choice.

"Then send troops to wipe out the National League."

A dozen minutes later, more than 7,000 guerrillas, led by Ruan Hong and Huang Xingyi, marched out of the guerrilla command post and headed straight for Ban Nan.

As a result, they had just arrived in Bannan.

They were dumbfounded.

Before them stood soldiers armed to the teeth.

Behind them were rows of French Schneider M1922 75mm field guns, Schneider M1913 105mm howitzers, and tanks!

That's right!

It's a tank!!!

In just over ten days!

These refugees actually have tanks now!!!

Lin Feng, holding a MAS-38 submachine gun and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, stood atop the tank, coldly staring at them. "I'll give you two choices."

"Either surrender, or... die."