This puzzled the usually cautious Ho Chi Minh. He had dealt with the National League for Democracy in North Vietnam for so long, and this was the first time he had seen them retreat across the board. It seemed as if some kind of conspiracy was hidden behind this.
“General Ba Song, I feel like something’s not right. This isn’t like the style of the National League for Democracy in North Vietnam.”
Ho Chi Minh frowned and said, "Given the NVA's consistently arrogant and domineering style, they will definitely fight us to the bitter end."
"I also feel something's a bit strange!"
Liang Minghua took a deep breath and said, "The actions of the National League for Democracy in North Vietnam this time are highly illogical! I suspect they are plotting something!"
"Ha ha!"
What a joke!
Basong Jalunpong sat atop a Carden-Loyd ultralight tank, a cigar dangling from his lips. After taking a drag and exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, he said, "What conspiracy could there be? Humph!"
"You two are worrying unnecessarily. In the past, you couldn't defeat the National League for Democracy in North Vietnam because your guerrilla force was small and poorly equipped."
"And now, they are facing the strongest force in Southeast Asia, Thailand! Remember! It's a regular army, not guerrillas!"
Hu Zhiming: ......
Liang Minghua: ......
Why are you so arrogant?
Do you know how proud you are?
There was an unsettling feeling between them, as if they were about to go out and fight as guerrillas again.
At this moment, in the Gulf of Thailand.
A large fleet is sailing north towards the port of Bangkok.
The flagship was a Béarn-class aircraft carrier, flanked by more than a dozen other Béarn-class aircraft carriers, as well as Richelieu-class battleships, Brittany-class battleships, Dunkerque-class battlecruisers, and so on.
On the deck of the ship, a burly man with a thick beard, dressed in a crisp naval vice admiral uniform, stood silently.
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