Chapter 1483 Too Bad, Damn It

Chapter 1485 Too bad, damn it~

Saigon, in a garden villa in Beicheng District.

Li Fuzhong is in his fifties, sitting on a brown leather sofa in the living room dressed in casual clothes.

He was holding a Havana cigar in his hand, but he let the cigar smoke with a gloomy expression and didn't take a puff for a long time.

Next to him, sitting on a single sofa, was a slightly younger man, probably in his forties. He looked at Li Fuzhong eagerly, waited for a long time, and couldn't help but said: "Brother-in-law, you should make up your mind! "

This person is Ruan Yingjie, Li Fuzhong's brother-in-law, and the deputy of the 21st Division under him.

Li Fuzhong looked at Ruan Yingjie with a sinister look and raised his eyebrows: "Do you think the Americans are reliable?"

Ruan Yingjie looked helpless: "America must be unreliable. Those beasts can't tell the truth, but..." Ruan Yingjie leaned forward and said, "Brother-in-law, given the current situation, I'm afraid if..."

Li Fuzhong frowned and finally picked up the cigar and took a deep breath.

Ruan Yingjie said: "It used to be that with the old chief here, we didn't have to think about anything, but now that the old chief is gone, these people below all have their own ideas, so we have to make preparations early!"

Li Fuzhong nodded in agreement, but cooperating with America made him worried.

First, he had been fighting with America for most of his life, and now he actually wanted to cooperate with America. He couldn't get over that hurdle.

Secondly, he doesn’t believe in America’s credibility. Whatever he says now is fine, but what about the future~

Third, Li Fuzhong is not optimistic about the agent America chooses.

This time Jackson came over, preparing to bring back the exiled commander-in-chief who had fled to America, and wanted Li Fuzhong to support them.

In Li Fuzhong's view, it was simply a joke. If the Nanyue government had won the hearts of the people, it would not have been driven away.

To actually take it out again is simply disgusting.

The only attractive condition is that Jackson promises that as long as he is willing to nod, he will immediately put one million dollars into his account.

In fact, the moment he learned about Wu Ting's accident, Li Fuzhong felt as if his whole body had been ripped out of bones.

Instinctively aware that it could be worse.

Without Wu Ting, the Saigon Group, which was barely held together, will inevitably fall apart.

If Hanoi seizes the opportunity, they can move south in one fell swoop. Even if Hanoi does not move, they will inevitably have a fight among themselves.

Originally, Li Fuzhong was more inclined to the second type, but after learning that Li Zhu woke up, he was sure that it must be the first type.

By then, the scattered Southern Army would not be able to match the Northern Army, including his Third Army.

After these few days, he learned that the morale of the soldiers was low, and there were even deserters!

This was simply impossible before.

Li Fuzhong knew that this battle was unwinnable.

He must quickly sell the chips in his hand for a good price, get out as soon as possible, and leave Yueguo.

Whether it’s going to Siam, going directly to Kuching, or going to Europe or America.

But now is not the time. Although one million dollars is tempting, he still wants to see if anyone offers a higher price.

Now that it is on the shelf, it must be sold at a price.

There is only one chance. There are more than 20,000 people in the Third Army, but they have to be sold at a good price.

Li Fuzhong pursed his lips and said, "Is there no news from Kuching?"

He knew very well that at this time, apart from America, the only person who was qualified to bid was Kuching. Of course, Sulian was also one, but he was not so generous.

At present, SULIN's focus is not on East Asia, and it will not invest more here.

Ruan Yingjie shook his head: "There is no news yet, I have sent people to keep an eye on it."

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and a young man came in.

Ruan Yingjie's eyes lit up, knowing that there was news from Kuching.

…

On the other hand, Wu Chunsheng, who was dressed in filial piety, looked tired.

Standing in front of him was an old man in his sixties, saying sadly: "Chunsheng, we can't delay it any longer. We must take the initiative to start a war. If we don't fight, we will be completely dispersed! Besides, even if we don't fight, the north will not Let this opportunity go, I know that old thing too well. It is better for us to strike first. Once the war starts, some people will not have a chance even if they have ideas. But now, if it continues like this..."

Wu Chunsheng pursed his lips tightly and did not speak in a hurry.

Of course he understood the truth, but now that he was taking the initiative to start a war, Wu Chunsheng was so confused that he really couldn't make up his mind.

"Uncle Qing, I know what you mean, but now...there are so many things, please let me think about it, let me think about it."

The old man named Uncle Qing was helpless. He opened his mouth and wanted to persuade, but in the end he couldn't say anything. He could only say "Oh" in various ways, stomped his feet, and walked away.

Originally, he was also very optimistic about Wu Chunsheng, but he didn't expect that he couldn't hold on at the critical moment, which made him very disappointed.

If the current situation continues, the consequences will be disastrous.

The old man shook his head helplessly and was about to go downstairs to leave, but at this moment, a young man suddenly ran in from outside and rushed up the stairs quickly, apparently looking for Wu Chunsheng.

The old man was shocked and immediately stopped him and asked what was going on.

The young man knew the old man and did not dare to be negligent. He said in a low voice solemnly: "I just received the news that the Northern Army has gone south! Donghe City has been lost..."

The old man said "Ah", and his worry became a reality.

He didn't expect the man from Hanoi to move so quickly, nor did he expect that more than 30,000 people were deployed in Donghe City. Together with Xianghua next to him, they formed a tense situation, fighting each other for offense and defense.

Even if you can't stop it, you can hold on for a while. Why did you lose it?

The old man realized that the situation was more serious than he expected.

He did not leave immediately and went back to find Wu Chunsheng with the young man who reported the news.

There was no time to lose and measures must be taken, otherwise the war would become a flood.

He went back to the room again and told the situation.

Wu Chunsheng was shocked!

But after being shocked, he calmed down. The worst situation had already occurred. The enemy's knife was already on his neck.

Wu Chunsheng frowned and could not help but make up his mind and looked at the old man: "Uncle Qing, you contact them immediately. Now it is not me who forces them to avenge my father, but Hanoi does not want to give us a way to live."

The reason why Wu Chunsheng hesitated before was not that he did not want to or dared not.

But he did not have the authority and strength to take the initiative. After his father's death, those arrogant soldiers and generals had their own thoughts and did not listen to him at all.

At this time, if he rashly came out to sing a high-profile, he would only become the target of public criticism and even consume the friendship left by his father.

Without any certainty, he didn't want to go that far.

His father was gone, and these favors became disposable.

Now that Hanoi took the first step, the situation was different.

It wasn't what Wu Chunsheng wanted, but it was forced by the situation.

External pressure could always make Saigon temporarily united.

But this was far from enough. Wu Chunsheng knew that this integration was meaningless. Everyone wanted to preserve their strength, and it was impossible to rely on these people to repel the attack of the Northern Army.

We must continue to seek external aid.

After Uncle Qing left, he looked at the young man who reported the news, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, and whispered: "Have you contacted the people in Kuching?"

The young man nodded immediately: "I have contacted, but... they didn't give a reply, saying that they need to report."

Wu Chunsheng said "hmm", took a deep breath, and thought silently.

For him personally, the Northern Army's southward march and the loss of Donghe may not be a bad thing.

At this point, whether it is Saigon's half-hearted arrogant soldiers or Kuching, they must show their attitude.

In a hurry, the most suitable person to be pushed out is Wu Chunsheng.

As Wu Ting's son, he naturally has the legal advantage of avenging his father.

In the Saigon system, there are people who are more experienced, stronger, and higher ranked than him, but those people restrain each other and cannot get promoted.

Only Wu Chunsheng, as a junior, can be accepted by all parties and let him get nominal power.

This is why Wu Chunsheng has been keeping his troops in place.

He cannot take the initiative. Only when the situation is completely deadlocked can he achieve the result of "resigning to the second best".

This is Zhengzhi, and there is no way, who made him have no military power.

Wu Chunsheng breathed a sigh of relief.

The pressure from Hanoi will calm many people down.

But this is not enough, he also needs external forces to check and balance the internal factions.

This force can only be Kuching. Although Jackson sent people to contact him as soon as he arrived in Saigon, he did not trust America.

More importantly, America does not have 200,000 troops in Southeast Asia.

Furthermore, bringing America back would make him completely infamous, and even damage his father's reputation.

This is something Wu Chunsheng would never allow.

His greatest political capital is his father's reputation and reputation.

…

At the same time, Du Fei's plane took off from Kuching, flew directly to Chenla, and landed at the field airport.

Lin Tiansheng's headquarters was located here, less than 20 minutes away from the plane.

It was more than three o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was the hottest.

Du Fei got off the plane and saw Lin Tiansheng at a glance.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Lin Tiansheng was actually a little fatter than the last time I saw him.

Du Fei took two quick steps down the gangway and gave him a bear hug: "Old Lin, you were born for the battlefield. You didn't gain weight when you ate and drank well at home, but you have gained weight in the past two years."

Lin Tiansheng laughed heartily and patted Du Fei on the back: "You're right! I can eat and sleep well now, and I think the camp bed in the headquarters is more comfortable than the Simmons mattress in Pontianak."

The two of them talked about the past, got on Lin Tiansheng's off-road vehicle, and soon arrived at Lin Tiansheng's headquarters.

Du Fei learned about the news of the Viet Minh Army's southward march on the plane.

This meeting with Lin Tiansheng was to discuss how to deal with this incident.

Both of them were calm and didn't rush to talk in the car.

In the headquarters, they made tea and looked at the map before starting to talk.

Du Fei said, "Old Lin, what do you think of the current situation?"

Lin Tiansheng stood up and walked to the side of the map, reached out and picked up a retractable metal pointer, pointed to the central part of Vietnam: "According to the situation, the Northern Army's southward force is not large. They have assembled about 300,000 people. Currently, only about 100,000 have been dispatched. The remaining troops in the rear are aimed at preventing us from threatening their flanks..."

Du Fei listened carefully and did not rush to express his opinion.

In terms of military affairs, Du Fei's ability is only average, and he is not as good as Lin Tiansheng, who has both family background and practical experience.

After Lin Tiansheng finished speaking, Du Fei said, "Old Lin, what do you think we should do next?"

Lin Tiansheng had already considered it and immediately replied, "If we don't consider the political impact, from a purely military perspective, I suggest here..." The pointer in his hand pointed to the border between northeast Siam and Laoguo, and swept eastward suddenly: "Go through here at the fastest speed."

Du Fei raised his eyebrows: "You want to borrow the road from Laoguo and go straight to Hanoi?"

Lin Tiansheng's lips curled slightly: "Didn't they reserve 200,000 people to guard against us? Let's mobilize these 200,000 people first. Hanoi is now desperate, and it has been confirmed that troops will be withdrawn from the north."

Du Fei's heart trembled. He really didn't know this news.

It can be seen that Hanoi is really anxious, otherwise it would never move troops from the north. Lin Tiansheng's intelligence speed in this regard is also faster than Du Fei.

Lin Tiansheng continued: "I calculated carefully, the area around Hanoi is absolutely empty, and we don't need too many troops to be inserted."

Du Fei asked hurriedly: "Not too many, how many exactly?"

Lin Tiansheng paused for a moment and stretched out two fingers: "20,000 is enough, but it must be fast! It is 392 kilometers from here to Hanoi. There are only mountain roads in the middle, and we must travel light..."

Du Fei frowned: "All light infantry?"

Lin Tiansheng was confident: "It doesn't matter, there is no need to attack along the way, and there is no need to actually enter Vietnam, and there is no hope of really taking Hanoi ..."

Du Fei said: "Flanking feint, pretend to attack when it's empty, pretend to be real when it's real."

Lin Tiansheng nodded, holding the pointer downward, and drew a circle in the north of the central part of Vietnam: "They leave a large force here to guard against us. If they suddenly find that our army is interspersed in a larger area, directly threatening Hanoi, and the number of troops is ominous, what do you think they will do?"

Du Fei said: "Hanoi must not be lost, and troops must be dispatched immediately to block the reinforcements. A good trick to attack the enemy and save them."

Lin Tiansheng smiled and pointed the pointer to the northeast corner of Zhenla, where it borders Vietnam and Laoguo.

In order to cooperate with Wu Ting to take Saigon, the Nanyang Intimidation Force stationed heavy troops here, and there are still more than 50,000 people.

Although it did not enter Vietnam, it was like a dagger against the waist.

Lin Tiansheng said: "As long as they move, we will move here too."

Du Fei frowned slightly, but hesitated.

The direct entry of the Nanyang Intimidation Force into Vietnam will have a great political impact and must be carefully considered.

In fact, the feint attack troops in front would not rush in without full confidence.

Once they enter, they will turn the feint into the real, and turn the feint into the main attack.

But in the next moment, Du Fei's brows relaxed again, staring at Lin Tiansheng and said: "You want to take down Laoguo?!"

Although he was asking, he was very sure.

Although Wu Ting took Saigon, Hanoi's momentum was greatly reduced, but Laoguo was still firmly controlled.

This time, Lin Tiansheng actually meant to attack the east and the west, and attack Guo by pretending to be a pass.

No matter what the final result of the dispute between Vietnam and the north and south is, Hanoi's last wings must be plucked out.

Not only that, the Nanyang intimidation troops entering Laoguo are like a sword hanging over their heads, tying down most of the main northern army.

In this situation, the intimidation troops, including the 20,000-man interspersed troops, will not take the initiative to attack as long as they do not actively cross the border to attack, and can only be led by the nose.

In this situation, Saigon can't stand it, it can only be said that it is too weak, damn it.

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