Chen Dahu grabbed his ear and said, "I'm at home with my mother, while you're out there becoming a chairman of a guild. You're always fighting wars and doing business. I'll teach you a lesson for you."
"Big brother, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts—"
Lin Feng immediately cried for help. He was truly wronged; he had become the chairman of the association based on his own abilities.
Chen Dahu let go and sneered, "Consider yourself lucky. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you go."
"Thank you, brother."
Lin Feng rubbed his reddened ears, then glanced at everyone, which startled them into lowering their heads.
"Old Li!"
"Long time no see, haven't you missed me?"
Lin Feng grinned and moved closer to Li Chenggang.
"Get lost!"
Li Chenggang glared at him. "Don't try to get close to me. When it comes to missing someone, I'm the one who misses you, you big yellow croaker."
Lin Feng: ...
Everyone: ...
"Alright, alright, let's get down to business."
Chen Dahu waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet, and his expression turned serious. "Before we left for the Southwest, the leaders repeatedly instructed us to follow your orders, so... sigh, never mind, you're a businessman, why should I listen to you?"
"Xiao Wu."
"Come!"
“You are the commander-in-chief of the National League for Democracy in North Vietnam. You are the highest-ranking officer, so I will listen to you.”
Lin Feng: ...
Chen Dahu patted Zhang Xiaowu on the shoulder, "Xiaowu, don't be afraid. Although you were trained by me, you are now a higher-ranking official than me. I will listen to you. Give me your orders."
What I command?
Zhang Xiaowu's lips twitched, and he looked at Lin Feng innocently.
President, save me.
I dare not.
I'm scared.
I'm a coward.
If it were anyone else, Lin Feng would probably have already started cursing and even used his fists.
Unfortunately, he really had no way to deal with the two people in front of him.
One was his own elder brother, and the other was his former deputy captain from the militia, an old comrade-in-arms.
"Cough cough..."
Lin Feng cleared his throat, feigning composure, "Commander-in-Chief Zhang, you are the highest-ranking officer, please make the arrangements quickly."
"Well....."
Zhang Xiaowu looked distressed and repeatedly confirmed Lin Feng's attitude with his eyes.
"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for!"
Chen Dahu shoved him aside and urged, "You're the commander-in-chief, so hurry up and tell us what to do! We'll all listen to you!"
Zhang Xiaowu said with a mournful face, "I'm just an ordinary villager, I really don't have any special rights..."
Lin Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes. "You're the commander-in-chief! You're the local tyrant! Whoever you tell to go east, no one dares to go west!"
"oh......"
Zhang Xiaowu nodded. "In that case, I'll reluctantly play the role of a local tyrant for once."
Lin Feng: ...
Everyone: ...
"Sanyuan, turn on the radio and tell them to come over," Zhang Xiaowu said calmly.
You bastard!
The labor relations officer is higher than you, do you dare to order me around?
You just wait!
Although Chen Sanyuan complained inwardly, he still maintained a respectful demeanor and said, "Alright, local tyrant."
Zhang Xiaowu: ...
A moment later, a cacophony of voices came from the radio: "Reporting, representative, we'll be there shortly."
"Reporting representative, we'll be there shortly."
...
Countless responses rose and fell, and Zhang Xiaowu curled his lips in satisfaction. It felt so good to be a local tyrant!
Soon, billowing smoke and dust appeared in the distance, and a dark mass of people surged in.
"Holy crap, so many people?"
"Heavy tanks too???"
Chen Dahu was stunned.
Li Chenggang, who was standing to the side, was also stunned. He swallowed hard and said, "Big Tiger, facing such an elite force, it would be strange if the Japanese devils didn't suffer a crushing defeat in Vietnam!"
"Holy crap, that's awesome!!"
Chen Dahu's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together excitedly.
Before them stood an army of tens of thousands, dressed in uniform, marching in perfect unison, fully armed, and well-trained.
The leader, Shen Xuanhua, political commissar of the 1st Army of the National League for Democracy in North Vietnam, had eyes as cold as stars, a sharp aura, and exuded a murderous aura.
Behind him were the 1st Guards Division, the 2nd Mechanized Infantry Division, the 6th Artillery Division, the 7th Armored Division, and the 8th Air Defense Division—all elite units of the Democratic Alliance of Vietnam.
They were armed with G43 semi-automatic rifles, Mauser 98K sniper rifles, and MP40 submachine guns, and carried Flammenwerfer mit Strahlpatrone 41 flamethrowers and Pzf60 rocket launchers.
Driving Soma S-35 medium tanks, Renault Char D2 medium tanks, Char B1 heavy tanks, and FCM 2C heavy tanks.
Behind the heavy trucks were rows of F-series infantry guns, heavy artillery, and howitzers.
Such weapons and equipment are capable of crushing any enemy.
Chen Dahu and Li Chenggang were both dumbfounded.
They had never seen these weapons and equipment before.
Back in Shanxi, they thought that having the Japanese's small and medium tanks was already pretty impressive.
Looking at these submachine guns and heavy tanks, they suddenly felt a sense of inferiority.
"Ha ha."
Lin Feng finally found an opportunity to deliver a scathing taunt, "Stunned now? Envious? Jealous?"
"Um......"
Chen Dahu touched his nose, smiled awkwardly, and didn't know how to respond.
"cut."
Lin Feng snorted coldly, "Boring."
"Smack."
Chen Dahu tapped him on the head. "What are you showing off for? What's it to you?"
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