"Report--!"
"Chief Representative!!!"
"Something terrible has happened!!!"
"The Democratic League actually has tanks! And artillery too!"
"Nguyen Hong and Hoang Hung Nghia have surrendered!!"
"..."
Upon hearing this, Hu Zhiming and Li Wenhui's expressions changed drastically, and they were stunned.
What is that?
artillery?
tank?
The China Democratic League? Ruan Hong and Huang Xingyi? What the hell is going on here?!
Hu Zhiming cursed inwardly: "Damn it!! How could this be?!"
It's only been a few days!
How come the Democratic League has tanks?!
He was completely stunned.
"Chief Representative, we can't wait any longer. The China headquarters must be supporting the China Democratic League, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to acquire tanks and artillery in such a short time."
Li Wenhui looked at Hu Zhiming with a serious expression, "Let's get out of here quickly."
Hu Zhiming frowned slightly; he really didn't want to leave.
He was the chief representative of the Indochinese Party; if he were to withdraw, he would completely lose his prestige in Vietnam.
Just like a stray dog!
They will be cursed by countless people in the future!
But when I think of the National League's artillery and tanks...
If they hesitate any longer, they might all end up staying here!
Finally, Hu Zhiming gritted his teeth and said, "Withdraw!!!"
"BOOM—!!!"
"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"
"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"
Suddenly, a deafening sound came from afar.
"Da da da da da—!!!"
Tens of thousands of National League for Democracy fighters, driving tanks and armed with MAS-38 submachine guns, rushed toward the guerrilla camp at an astonishing speed.
In just a few minutes, the guerrilla force of several thousand men was routed.
"Run!!!"
"Help!!"
"Damn it! What kind of weapon is this?!"
"Run!"
"BOOM—!!!"
With a series of explosions, the entire camp was thrown into chaos.
The guerrilla fighters, however, were powerless to resist and fell like wheat.
Most were captured, and only a few managed to escape in the chaos.
Hu Zhiming and Li Wenhui were covered in blood and ran in a sorry state in the wilderness.
"call--!!!"
The two stood in the woods, panting, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
"Damn it!! Why did this happen!?"
Hu Zhiming couldn't help but start cursing.
Li Wenhui shook his head. "General Agent, it's too late to say anything now."
"yes."
"It's too late to say anything now!"
A sigh echoed through the woods.
The next moment, a tall and slender figure walked over slowly.
"Lin Feng?"
When Hu Zhiming and Li Wenhui saw this familiar figure, their pupils contracted in disbelief.
Lin Feng looked at the two of them and smiled faintly: "How have you two been? I didn't expect to see you again, did I?"
Hundreds of members of the China Democratic League stood guard nearby, pointing their guns at the two men.
"Lin Feng, you..."
Hu Zhiming's face turned ashen: "We're on the same side! Let's not kill each other!"
"One of us?"
Lin Feng shook his head sarcastically, "Haha, if I remember correctly, I said the same thing last time, but you guys never treated me like one of your own!"
"What's the point of saying all this now?" Hu Zhiming roared. "What exactly do you want?!"
"What do you want to do?"
Lin Feng sneered: "Of course you will pay the price for the crimes you have committed!"
So he continued in broken Vietnamese, "Brothers! I am Lin Feng!"
"A native Vietnamese! He killed so many Japanese devils on the Chinese battlefield! Is it wrong for him to come back and serve his country!???"
"That's right!!!"
Zhang Xiaowu and the others also shouted in broken Vietnamese.
Lin Feng's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the two men in front of him, roaring hoarsely, "But what about you? Do you even consider me a comrade?!"
"ah?"
"I'm asking you a question."
Why don't you say anything?
Lin Feng's tone was icy, and his eyes were sinister, staring at Hu Zhiming like a demon.
Hu Zhiming shuddered; he had never seen Lin Feng with such a terrifying look in his eyes.
It was as if he would die if he uttered even half a wrong word.
Hu Zhiming swallowed hard. "Comrade Lin Feng, I'm sorry! I had no choice. I misunderstood you. From now on, you are our chief representative! I am willing to step down."
"Are you willing to step down?"
Lin Feng laughed loudly, his face full of mockery: "You idiot! Do I need you to step down?! Do you think I'm a beggar?"
"I'm giving you only two choices: either dissolve the Indochina Party and join my National League for Democracy (NLD), or... get out of Vietnam! The Vietnamese people do not welcome you!!!"
? ? ? ? ?
What does that mean?
How can you claim to be a Vietnamese person after only being here for a few days?
This is absolutely ridiculous!
Hu Zhiming and Li Wenhui exchanged a glance and both frowned.
You have ten seconds to consider.
Lin Feng raised his right hand, holding up three fingers, "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
His tone was calm, but to them it sounded like a death knell.
Looking at the dozens of submachine guns pointed at his head, Hu Zhiming took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "Fine! Lin Feng! You win! We're leaving Vietnam!"
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