July 7, 1942, 8:00 AM.
Songkhla Province, the headquarters of the National League for Democracy Army of Cambodia.
At this moment, the headquarters was bustling with activity as telegrams were passed from the communications room, and everyone looked hurried.
"Commander-in-Chief, the situation is not very good..."
Chen Lifeng rushed in, his face extremely anxious. "Commander Yang Mingyu of the Army and Commander Sun Liansheng of the Air Force have sent the latest news: the Japanese troops hiding in the mountains have come out and launched a fierce attack on the cities we have occupied."
"They have now recaptured 30 percent of the cities, and the casualties are quite high. Commander Yang hopes that you can transfer half of the troops deployed in northern Vietnam to reinforce them."
After speaking, Chen Lifeng turned his gaze to the middle-aged man sitting at the desk. He had gray hair and a wrinkled face, but was still full of energy, with a pair of bright and piercing eyes.
This person is Liu Qingshan, the commander-in-chief of the National League for Democracy Army of Cambodia.
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Upon hearing Chen Lifeng's words, Liu Qingshan, who had been relatively calm, immediately stood up and said sternly, "Tell Yang Mingyu that if the small city is lost, then defend the big city, but the troops in Yuebei must not be mobilized. Otherwise, if the whole plan is disrupted, the chairman will kill me."
Chen Lifeng opened his mouth, wanting to say a few more words of advice.
Upon thinking of the president, he immediately swallowed all his words of advice and could only sigh heavily, replying, "Alright, I know what to do."
After saying that, Chen Lifeng left. Before leaving, he couldn't help but look back at Liu Qingshan and wondered to himself: Is this really okay?
Liu Qingshan didn't care whether it was possible or not; occupying these cities in Southeast Asia was merely a temporary measure to facilitate the Japanese surrender.
As for the armies deployed in northern Vietnam, he wouldn't move them even if his head were chopped off.
After all, it concerns the very survival of the entire Democratic League.
"Report--!!!"
Suddenly, a hurried shout rang out from outside the door.
Immediately, a communications soldier rushed in, saluted, and reported: "Report! An urgent telegram from General Zhang Guangyao, Chief of Staff of the Army!!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Qingshan raised an eyebrow and then took the telegram to read it carefully.
The Japanese forces, including those from the First Island Chain and the China Expeditionary Army, totaling 700,000 men, advanced into western Guangdong along the Yulin-Guigang-Qinzhou line.
The bald man's army of over 300,000 men in western Guangdong could have held out, but for some unknown reason, they suddenly retreated across the board, opening up the roads and allowing the Japanese army to enter the heart of western Guangdong smoothly.
At present, the Japanese army is marching rapidly towards the border of northern Vietnam and will reach the border in less than a day to engage in battle with the troops of the 24th, 31st and 33rd Armies.
"That's a T-shaped sight! It must be the US interfering! Otherwise, the bald guy's 300,000-plus troops wouldn't have retreated for no reason!"
Liu Qingshan slammed his fist on the desk in anger, gritting his teeth and cursing, "You despicable American country! Once I wipe out the Japanese, I'll crush you all!"
"Commander-in-Chief, the Japanese army is imminent. Our most urgent task is to reply to Chief of Staff Zhang's telegram?" Chen Lifeng asked.
Liu Qingshan glared at Chen Lifeng, trying to calm his raging emotions. He took a deep breath and said coldly, "Tell Zhang Guangyao that if he lets the Japanese invade northern Vietnam, he'll come to me with his head!"
"At the same time, you sent an urgent telegram to the reserve divisions of new recruits in North Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia, ordering them to rush north to reinforce the border."
"Yes!" Chen Lifeng replied and turned to leave.
After Chen Lifeng left, Liu Qingshan's mood became heavy.
July 7, 9:05 AM.
When news of the Japanese sending 700,000 troops to attack northern Vietnam reached the ears of the various presidents, it spread like wildfire.
Rumors spread like wildfire.
Some say the Democratic League is finished; others say the Democratic League's army suffered heavy losses on the Japanese mainland, was besieged by the Japanese, and many jumped into the sea...
The people were talking about it, filled with panic and worry about what was about to happen.
Meanwhile, the enemies hiding in the shadows were extremely excited.
...
Presidential Palace of the Democratic Alliance of North Vietnam, Saigon.
President Le Van Huy, Vice President Nguyen Chi Thanh, and their close associates planted in the government leadership received the news and gathered together to discuss countermeasures.
"Mr. President, according to intelligence, the Japanese army of 700,000 has entered western Guangdong. Just one day, just one day! They will encounter our troops in one day!"
Ruan Zhicheng's expression was very serious. He said, "I think we must formulate countermeasures as soon as possible."
“Yes, Mr. President, we have tens of thousands of military police. If we can strike the National League for Democracy from behind at this moment, I believe we can achieve unexpected results!” a confidant chimed in.
“That’s right, this is a golden opportunity for us! If we seize this opportunity, the whole of North Vietnam, and even the entire National League for Democracy, will be ours!” another confidant said excitedly.
"Shut up!"
However, Li Wenhui rebuked him without any politeness.
Although Li Wenhui wanted to stab the National League Army in the back, he was very clear about Lin Feng's methods.
He couldn't possibly have missed this; he must have set up an ambush long ago, just waiting for them to walk right into it.
Therefore, this is definitely a risky move.
If they are not careful, Li Wenhui and his cronies will lose their lives.
"Mr. President."
Ruan Zhicheng lowered his head unwillingly, but a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. "If we miss this opportunity, we will become puppets! Our nation will never be able to hold its head high again, and will be ridiculed by others for eternity. Therefore, Mr. President, you cannot be soft-hearted!"
Li Wenhui ignored Ruan Zhicheng and instead asked him, "Ruan Zhicheng, since you put it that way, let me ask you, if Lin Feng has secretly laid an ambush with enough troops, waiting for us to walk into his trap, wouldn't all of us going there be like lambs to the slaughter?!"
Ruan Zhicheng was speechless.
Indeed, if we act rashly at this critical juncture, we could easily fall into a trap.
"You keep talking about national righteousness, but it's all just for your own selfish desires."
"Look at how peaceful and prosperous the people are now. Our former organization has long lost the support of the people. Do you really think you can make the people live a better life than they do now?"
Li Wenhui said coldly.
Ruan Zhicheng remained unconvinced and retorted, "Mr. President, what do you mean?"
Li Wenhui took a deep breath and said slowly, "Let's wait and see, and wait for the clown to appear first."
"Mr. President..."
"Shut up!"
Le Van Huy interrupted Nguyen Chi Thanh abruptly, saying in an icy tone, "Don't forget who gave you the title of Vice President! It was me!"
Ruan Zhicheng and his many confidants turned grim and dared not say another word.
At 10:11 a.m., inside a three-story building in Bangkok.
Former Thai Prime Minister Luang Pornpong Somkham and former Royal Thai Army Commander-in-Chief General Prasong Charonpong are plotting something.
At this moment, they all had excited expressions on their faces.
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