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On August 1942, 8, when Ah Chou and Benzi were fighting passionately on Guadalcanal and the surrounding waters, Gaoping and Heguang.

"Old Hu, is there any news from the advisory group? When exactly will the allies start to set off? It's almost half a year ago, it's really frustrating!"

"Hey, if I had known earlier that we should have slowed down the expansion of the army. With the current financial resources of the Viet Minh, we simply cannot afford the daily expenses of three divisions. If we take too big a step, it will easily lead to failure."

"If it doesn't work, go ask Ernest again. The French must have surplus food. We are all comrades in the same camp now. They won't just watch us get into trouble."

Inside the simple thatched hut, the future Red Napoleon held the account summary sent by the logistics department, and his expression grew more sad with every page he turned.

Since the Japanese army officially invaded the Indochina Peninsula, the devils have unhesitatingly implemented the exploitative policy of controlled economy and compulsory grain sales throughout the country, leaving the local people with almost no surplus food.

Rice, in particular, has become extremely scarce at this stage.

In addition, Vichy French chickens are not very human. In order to expel the Japanese as soon as possible and regain control of the colonies, they have collected food and secretly caused trouble.

This resulted in the Viet Minh not being able to raise enough food to supply the troops, even though the 304th, 308th and 312th main divisions were all Chen Dalei's.

If the advisory group doesn't come within a month, they might really disband.

Seeing Brother Wen sighing, Lao Hu felt a headache for a moment. No matter how good he was at begging, it was impossible for him to get long-term supplies from tens of thousands of people at once.

Moreover, if the problem of blind optimism and barbaric expansion among military cadres is not resolved, no matter how much food there is, it will not be enough to feed the people under them.

"Hey, hold on a little longer. I heard that Li, the brigade commander of the 1st Marine Brigade, just recaptured Qiongya a few days ago. I think it will take some time to stabilize the situation and build a rear base."

"We have survived these difficult years. There is no reason for us to fall in the darkness before dawn."

"Tell the comrades, when the Eighth Route Army arrives, Indochina will be at peace. When the Eighth Route Army arrives, there will be a blue sky."

Hearing this, Brother Wen nodded subconsciously.

Even though he had been complaining just now, the credit of his ally has always been the best in Asia, and he would definitely not give out blank checks like a certain bald guy.

After the idea came to light, Hu and Wu quickly adjusted their mindsets and prepared to continue discussing the army building plan for the second half of the year.

Just as the two picked up the paper and pen, they suddenly heard the sound of leather boots stepping on the dirt road outside the house. At the same time, a burst of authentic old Parisian French rang out.

"Hu, good news!"

"I just received a telegram from West Africa. Our reliable ally officially set off from the Qiongya Sanya Bay Military Airport half an hour ago!"

"According to intelligence, the first group of advisors will be led by Colonel Cheng, the former head of the 772nd Regiment. If all goes well, they will arrive in Gaoping around 12 noon today."

As soon as these words were spoken, Lao Hu and Brother Wen instantly perked up, and even the fatigue and depression on their faces were swept away.

The savior has finally arrived!

However, while being happy, the former did not forget to summon the signalman at the first opportunity and repeatedly reminded him of the reception standards that were just determined last month.

"Tell all the middle and senior cadres that I know they are intellectuals, and I also know that they usually look down on the grassroots fighters who come from the mud legs."

"But in front of our allies' advisory group, everyone must put away that inexplicable sense of superiority!"

"Can opportunism and hedonism help us drive away the invaders? Can they allow us to turn the tables and become the masters of our own destiny? From today on, we can only choose between petty bourgeois life and class revolution!"

At this time, the Viet Minh was essentially just a national independence and liberation movement organization that was fighting for national salvation, and its personnel composition could be described as diverse.

If everything develops according to the normal timeline, these people who are fighting together and living under the same roof now will most likely face each other on the battlefield in the future.

It is obvious that Lao Hu has realized the seriousness of the matter, which is also the main reason why he repeatedly reminded his colleagues.

After the signalman left the tent, French Army Lieutenant Colonel Ernest Lemonnier, who came to deliver the message, showed an interested expression.

Although the Free French and the Viet Minh had secretly formed an alliance a year ago, he had always looked down on this group of unorganized and undisciplined guerrillas.

However, the above stereotypes have shown signs of loosening after today's meeting. After all, the other party's determination to reform really gives people the feeling of being in the regular army.

"Hu, I have to go. I can't leave the barracks for a long time because the Japanese are keeping a close eye on me."

"You have to be more careful when it comes to receiving our allies. They have come from afar to support Indochina. You must not let Colonel Cheng and Captain Ding suffer any injustice."

"By the way, these are reporters from the Algerian Franco-African News Agency. They will record the important moments of the tripartite meeting and collect enough material for future counter-offensive propaganda."

In a sense, the current French Indochina is a real mess.

Under the seemingly peaceful and respectful atmosphere, the troops secretly defecting to the Free French were gathering strength and waiting for a counterattack. The army and navy affiliated with Vichy France were sitting on the fence, wavering in the wind.

As for the Japanese?
The local Europeans really don't know anything, or to be more precise, they don't bother to manage. After all, the local Europeans can't even beat Siam, their little brother. They are just a bunch of chickens and dogs. Even if they have rebellious intentions, they can be suppressed with a flip of the hand.

If the overall front line was not too long and the army did not have enough strength to replace Vichy rule, the Japanese would not even let the French stay in Indochina.

After hearing the names of the two enemies, Vichy and Japan, Lao Hu and Wen Ge's faces changed again and again. They looked at each other first, and then personally saw the guests off.

"Ernest, don't worry, we in the Viet Minh will definitely provide a good reception."

"If there is anything urgent, or if the pre-war deployment requires your cooperation, then we will keep in touch through secret channels. Be careful on the road, and be sure to pay attention to safety."

"Okay, take care!"

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Three hours later, Gaoping airspace.

In the Sky Overlord transport plane No. 020, Cheng Shifa and Ding Wei sat side by side in the middle of the cabin. Looking at his old comrade with a pale face, Old Ding joked amiably:
"Blind Cheng, we've been training for several months, why are you still afraid of heights? In this regard, you are really not as good as Chief of Staff Liu, who can parachute even when he is airsick."

"You have to adjust yourself before landing. We are all people who have come out of swords and guns. Don't lose face. Be alert!" Although the Russians and Achou opened the use of the entire Iran route to the Free French, in order not to be controlled by others, the comrades finally had to come to the Indochina Peninsula to open up a new route.

There is no other way. If the Japanese in Southeast Asia are not captured, how can the Toulon Fleet cross the Strait of Malacca?

It is impossible to let all surface ships head west, pass through Gibraltar, through the Atlantic Dark Trench, and then through the Panama Canal to cross the Pacific Ocean.

This way, they can indeed reach the anchorage of the North Sea Fleet, but they will have to pass through the combat zones of Italy, De San and Ben Zi, and they will also have to sail through the ocean under the noses of Achou and Dai Ying.

Let’s not talk about how much fuel this journey will consume. Just the major belligerent countries that are eyeing us covetously along the way are enough to be intimidating.

Therefore, the Border Region and Free France were determined to gain control of the Southeast Asia-West Africa route.

Hearing the teasing of his old comrade, Cheng Shifa quietly tightened the seat belt on his chest. After taking a few deep breaths, he forced himself to cheer up and said:
"Don't worry, I now represent not only our Eighth Route Army, but also 400 million Chinese people."

"By the way, when we land, let's try to keep a cool face. I heard from Director Huang that there are many French journalists in Indochina, and it seems to be called the Havas News Agency."

Hawass News Agency was the first and most influential news agency in the world in the entire 19th century.

After the German occupation of Paris, this media organization was forced to split into two parts. The former was taken over by the German army and became a propaganda machine for the mustache.

Although the latter lived abroad, they always fought on the front line against fascism. The so-called Algerian Franco-African News Agency was one of their aliases.

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Of course, the name "Havas News Agency" may sound a little unfamiliar to everyone, but the name of the reorganized agency can definitely be described as a household name.

That’s right! It’s the master of dark filters, the “official photographer” of the PLA: AFP!
While Cheng and Ding were chatting, the entire Sky Overlord transport aircraft formation, escorted by the 1st Air Division, had arrived at the large field airport in the south of Gaoping.

The airport was selected and designed by the French, and built according to the plan by the Viet Minh.

At this point in August 1942, only the cooperation of two local forces could have secretly built such a large military airport under the noses of the Japanese.

"Boom."

Accompanied by the friction sound of the landing gear and the dirt runway, transport plane No. 020 landed first and began to taxi.

After returning to the surface, Cheng's rapid breathing slowed down significantly, and his face became visibly redder. He tried to cover up by tidying up his new military uniform, but his slightly trembling hands still revealed his nervousness.

In comparison, Ding Wei's performance is much better.

As if he noticed the pressure on his old comrade, he silently helped Cheng the Blind adjust the angle of his helmet, and then patted him twice on the shoulder.

"Let's go. Don't let the Viet Minh comrades wait anxiously. You are the highest-ranking person in our first advisory group. Show your fighting spirit on the battlefield!"

"it is good!"

After the Sky Overlord transport plane landed steadily at the hangar door, the two men walked towards the hatch at the tail of the plane, one after the other.

The moment the door was opened, the Viet Minh leaders who came to greet them were stunned at first, and then everyone began to applaud under the leadership of Lao Hu and Wen Ge, and some people even sang the French version of the Internationale.

Seeing this, Cheng Shifa felt a surge of blood in his heart. At this moment, he was as dazzling as the red sun rising in the east.

"Thank you for your hard work, comrades!"

"In the next war, our Eighth Route Army will lead everyone to victory!"

After he finished speaking, the applause and cheers at the scene went up a notch, and even the sound of the piston engine at the back was faintly suppressed.

Just as Blind Cheng and Ding Wei were preparing to officially set foot on the land of Indochina Peninsula, a dozen reporters carrying various filming equipment suddenly rushed out from the welcoming crowd.

These people's expressions were extremely exaggerated, as if they had seen something incredible.

"Wow! I can't believe my eyes!"

"The latest Adrian helmet! What is this! Is it the legendary Mas-40 semi-automatic rifle? Who is the French? This is simply Paris in 1940!"

With such exaggerated performance, it is no wonder that the reporters from the Algerian Franco-African News Agency have never seen the world. It is mainly because they have not seen their own full set of military uniforms for a long time.

In Vichy China, because of its puppet state nature, the army was forced to wear German clothes, which looked weird to anyone.

Freedom in Africa was not much better. Since the supply of materials was limited by Dai Ying and Achou, they could only wear what they had. At most, they could use the Cross of Lorraine to identify the affiliation of the troops.

Look at the advisory group in front of you.

The uniform brown and yellow M1938 field uniforms, M1917 natural leather boots and M1936 Adrian helmets show that the French orthodoxy is indeed in the Republic of China.

"Click, click."

After expressing their feelings, the reporters took photos crazily, and photos and videos from various angles emerged one after another.

It is worth mentioning that there was a middle-aged editor-in-chief who lay directly on the ground and kept taking pictures in response to the glances from Cheng and Ding.

This composition that goes against visual habits makes the two leaders in the photo more impactful, and makes people involuntarily feel a sense of oppression like a mountain pressing down on their heads, and they will feel fear at just one glance.

I can only say that it is worthy of being the predecessor of AFP. Its artistic talent is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

As long as the live performance is accompanied by a DJ version of "VO HU VO HU", it would definitely be the 1942 version of Dawn of the Empire.

Looking at the frenzied French journalists in front of him, Cheng Shifa carefully moved his stiff face. Then, he tilted his head slightly towards his old comrade and mocked Huang He:

"This exaggerated photography technique is probably a skill that was developed by kneeling on the ground to photograph the Germans. If they had surrendered a few days later, such an outrageous feeling would not have been achieved in the photos."

"Luckily I kept a cold face just now, otherwise I would have been exposed." (End of this chapter)