Two days later, Lin Feng, Chen Sanyuan, and more than ten key members under their command held another meeting.
Before the meeting began, Lin Feng handed over the compiled materials on the Democratic League to everyone.
There is also a flag representing the Democratic Alliance:
Three horizontal bars, white, red, and blue, with the Democratic League's yellow emblem—a five-pointed star—in the center.
"After several days of discussion, everyone agreed that the decisions made by the Democratic Alliance since its inception are in line with international consensus and will safeguard the interests of our motherland for a long time to come..."
Lin Feng paused here, then looked at everyone: "Let me tell you about this flag. The white stripe represents the sky, the red stripe represents the Chinese people, the blue stripe represents the ocean, and the five-pointed star in the middle represents our motherland and our faith..."
“I know that many of you still cannot accept the existence of the Democratic Alliance. After all, you are Eighth Route Army soldiers with your own beliefs.”
Lin Feng continued speaking calmly.
After hearing his words, the meeting room fell silent as before.
"But I want to tell you all that I, like you, do not agree with the idea of establishing a democratic alliance."
Lin Feng glanced at everyone present, then said in a deep voice, "But this is abroad. Our identities cannot be exposed, otherwise it will attract the attention of the local government or certain armed forces, and may even endanger our motherland!"
"If an army is not organized to restrain and control it, it will become undisciplined and eventually degenerate into a disorganized mess, only knowing how to fight but not how to protect the motherland or care for the people. In the end, it will fail, withdraw from the stage of history, and be forgotten by the world..."
After listening to Lin Feng's words, the conference room fell into a brief silence.
After a long pause, Zhang Xiaowu, who was sitting in the second row on the left, stood up and saluted Lin Feng: "Commander-in-Chief, I think what you just said makes a lot of sense. Establishing a democratic alliance is indeed beneficial to our country and nation in every way. I agree..."
“I agree as well,” Zhu Shixiong followed closely behind.
“I agree as well,” Shen He raised his hand in agreement.
The others nodded in agreement.
Seeing that everyone agreed, Lin Feng announced loudly: "Alright, since everyone agrees to establish a democratic alliance, we will hold a flag-raising ceremony one day from now."
"yes!"
Everyone stood up in unison and responded loudly.
February 17, 1941.
The sun was shining brightly under a clear blue sky.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the townspeople and soldiers stood under the railings, looking up.
"stand!"
At a command, several soldiers carrying a Democratic League flag slowly walked to the center of the square.
Lin Feng walked up to the flag, grabbed the flagpole with both hands, and with a sudden burst of strength, pulled up the flagpole made of wooden planks.
The flag stood there, its brilliance particularly striking under the sunlight.
"salute--!"
"Clap clap clap clap..."
All the soldiers moved in perfect unison, solemnly saluting the flag.
Lin Feng faced the crowd and announced loudly: "Comrades, I hereby declare the Democratic League established!"
"Whoosh!"
Almost everyone raised their right fist and placed it against their chest.
"From this day forward, we have our own flag, and our own name! Democratic Alliance!"
Lin Feng said with a beaming smile, "I hope you will remember this flag and plant it all over the world!"
"Let the world know that the Democratic Alliance will never back down!"
"Let the world see that the Democratic Alliance will surely triumph!"
"Let the world know the grievances inflicted by the imperialist powers back then! We've come to avenge them!!!"
"Comrades, long live the Democratic League! Long live democracy!"
"Long live!"
"Long live!!"
Their hearts were shaken at that moment.
Lin Feng's words were very emotional, but also very reasonable!
When the foreign powers invaded China, they committed atrocities such as burning, killing, looting, and pillaging.
Today, the Chinese people are suffering, and even if they are abroad, they will repay those foreign powers tenfold, a hundredfold, or even ten thousandfold!
kindness?
The word doesn't exist in their dictionary.
They believe in only one thing: winning people over with virtue!
This flag will continue to fly!
This flag will be planted on the territory of the great powers!
And they are the vanguard of China!
They died without regret!
...
9,753 people came from Shanxi.
The 17 core members all became tenth-level chief permanent cabinet members.
The rest of the people are at least Level 4 senior members. So what if they just laze around and wait to die? They can still become county magistrates or mayors, right?
This is Lin Feng's promise to all his brothers.
………………………………
February 18, 1941.
A massive manpower poaching campaign was launched in Dien Bien province, taking only three days.
In the neighboring provinces of Lao Cai and Son La, some small guerrilla groups, unable to resist the lure of weapons and money, joined the revolutionary wave led by the Democratic League.
Of course, some guerrillas also chose to surrender because they disapproved of the Indochinese Party's practices.
This was a complete "bloodbath".
For a time, the entire armed forces in Indochina were gripped by fear.
But this is just the beginning...
"Comrade Ruan Zhicheng, have you thought this through?"
Inside a thatched hut somewhere in Bataan.
Zhang Xiaowu and Ruan Zhicheng, a member of the seven-man guerrilla team, sat facing each other on bamboo benches.
"I……"
Ruan Zhicheng's face was filled with conflict. He was struggling internally. He dared not, and he was not mentally prepared for this.
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