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Chapter 1483 Too bad, damn it(1/2)

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 held 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!

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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: "Brother-in-law, the current situation, I'm afraid if..."

Li Fuzhong frowned, 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 working 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, planning 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 Jackson's promise 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 might be worse.

Without the military court, 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 had woken up, he was sure that it must be the first type.

By then, the disorganized Southern Army could not possibly be a match for 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 at 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 reasonable 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 qualified to bid was Kuching. Of course, the Speed ​​Links were also one, but they were not so generous.

At present, SLA'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’s better for us to strike first. Once the war starts, some people will have no 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 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 moved 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, with each other attacking and defending.

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

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

He stopped leaving immediately and went back to find Wu Chunsheng with the young man who reported the news.

Measures must be taken without delay, otherwise the erosion of the war will cause the dam to burst.

Go back to the room again and explain the situation.

Wu Chunsheng was shocked!

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

Wu Chunsheng frowned and couldn't help but look at the old man: "Uncle Qing, you contact them immediately. It's not that I'm forcing them to avenge my father, but Hanoi doesn't want to give us a way to survive."

The reason Wu Chunsheng hesitated before was not because he didn't want to or didn't dare.

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

At this time, rashly speaking out will only make him the target of public criticism, and may even consume the friendship left by his father.

He didn't want to go that far without being sure.

With his father gone, these favors have become disposable.

Now that Hanoi takes the lead, the situation is different.

It was not what Wu Chunsheng wanted, but the situation forced him.

External pressure can always bring Saigon back together temporarily.

But this was far from enough. Wu Chunsheng knew in his heart that this kind of integration was meaningless. Everyone wanted to preserve their strength. It was impossible to repel the Northern Army's attack with these people.

We must continue to seek foreign aid.

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

The young man nodded immediately: "We contacted him, but... they didn't give a reply and said they needed to report it."

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

For him personally, it is not necessarily a bad thing for the Northern Army to move south and Donghe to fall.

This time, both the half-hearted and arrogant warriors in Saigon and Kuching must show their attitude.

In a hurry, the one who was most suitable to be pushed out was Wu Chunsheng.

As the son of Wu Ting, he naturally has the legal advantage to avenge his father.

In the Saigon system, although there are people who are more senior, stronger, and higher-ranked than him, those people are constraining each other and cannot rise to the top.

Only Wu Chunsheng, as a junior, could be accepted by all parties and allowed him to gain nominal power.

This is why Wu Chunsheng has been holding back.

He cannot take the initiative. Only when the situation is completely deadlocked can he "fall back and settle for the second best".

This is Zhengzhi, but there is nothing he can do, because he has no military power in his hands.

Wu Chunsheng breathed a sigh of relief.

The pressure from Hanoi will cool down many people's heads.

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

This power can only be from Kuching. Although Jackson sent someone to contact him when he first arrived in Saigon, he did not trust America.
To be continued...
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