Chapter 470: Republic of China: Starting from the First Class of Whampoa Chapter 480 Zhongnan Yixin Society

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Protagonist:

Lv Muzhi

Zhenbei Mountain Area, a camp hidden deep in a dense rainforest.

The forest was filled with the smell of rotting vegetation mixed with earth, occasionally pierced by the cries of unknown birds through the mist.

On a cleared patch of ground, a company under the Zhongnan Yixin Society's Zhenbei Zongdui sat cross-legged on the ground, over sixty men listening to the Company Commander give a political class.

The Company Commander was a thin, dark-skinned man with a determined light in his eyes.

"Comrades, look at the massacre that recently happened in Surizhen. The French steal our grain, the Eastern devils kill our people. Do not harbor illusions about the Japanese army; they are also invaders!"

"Why do they dare do this? Because our country is small, because we are divided into three parts—Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia—like a plate of loose sand. A country this small, anyone can come and trample on us!"

"The principle we must uphold is: the Indochina Peninsula was originally one family. As long as we unite, we can surely become a great power!"

"Who else dares to casually barge into our homeland to kill and burn?"

"Regarding land policy, 'the tiller owns the field' is a policy we have consistently upheld in our control area. Everyone must pay more attention to the difficulties of the masses within our jurisdiction, and when fighting outside, spread the word more to the masses."

"Right now, the armed forces of our Zhongnan Yixin Society have seen unprecedented development. Look at our weapons. As long as we stand united, driving out the invaders is no dream!"

The soldiers below listened attentively. The massacre in Surizhen had already spread, and everyone's eyes burned with rage.

A Communications Officer ran quickly through the bushes to the Company Commander's side to report.

"Battalion Headquarters orders! More than a hundred Japanese-French allied troops who looted Surizhen are requisitioning grain in Shaba today. Your company will launch a night raid against them tonight for revenge. Blood for blood!"

The Company Commander stood up, killing intent fully exposed in his eyes, and roared: "Everyone, get your weapons and ammunition, prepare for battle!"

The soldiers dispersed in a well-trained manner.

This company's weaponry was not good; not only were the models chaotic, but the sources were also varied.

Some soldiers carried French Qiqi Rifles, while others carried Yingyingqi Rifles.

There were also various Mauser Rifles smuggled from the North Side Daxia national border, including old Hanyang 88s and some better Zhongzheng-made ones.

Among these chaotic rifles, the most eye-catching were the newly issued weapons—a batch of Siden Submachine Guns.

This simply shaped weapon had flowed out in large quantities from the black market in North Side Daxia. It was cheap and had fierce firepower.

Guerrilla members loved this thing. In close-range encounters, they often pinned down the French Army so they couldn't raise their heads.

In the last two months, the Yixin Society's funding seemed to have become much more abundant, and the equipment level of the Zhenbei Zongdui had almost improved by a notch.

A lot of old eliminated equipment flowed out from within Daxia's borders, such as Zhongzheng Rifles, Czech light machine guns, Maxim Heavy Machine Guns......

The composition of the company's members was also very complex, reflecting the inclusiveness of the Zhongnan Yixin Society.

There were Cambodians, Laotians, and also ethnic Vietnamese residents who had lived there for generations, as well as many local overseas Chinese.

There were even some faces from South Daxia.

Although these people came from different backgrounds, under the banner of the Zhongnan Yixin Society, they had already become the vanguard force of local anti-imperialism!

Deep in the northwest of Changshan was the secret headquarters of the Zhenbei Zongdui, with several bamboo and wood huts scattered in an orderly fashion.

Zongdui Commander Ruan Wen stood respectfully in front of a hut, looking at the old man sitting on a bamboo chair before him.

The old man was over sixty years old, with white hair but vigorous spirit, eyes like lightning. He was the founder and president of the Zhongnan Yixin Society.

"President, in the last half month, the Zhenbei Zongdui launched thirty-six raids of varying scales along the line from Liangshan to Hanoi, confirming over two hundred enemies killed."

Ruan Wen reported the results truthfully. This man, once a long-term laborer for a landlord family in North River Province, had become a Zongdui commanding eight thousand troops under the President's cultivation.

The President nodded and coughed a few times. Ruan Wen gently patted the President's back.

"Ah Wen, when you followed me at sixteen, you couldn't even fire a gun. Now you are a Zongdui commanding eight thousand people, the largest Zongdui of the Zhongnan Yixin Society."

"Now that the Japanese army is stationed in Indochina and the common people are suffering, for us, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"The French have lost their prestige, and the Japanese are brutal and insane. The people now need a banner to lead them in resistance."

"We cannot keep a low profile now. All Zongdui must fight actively and launch large-scale attacks throughout the jurisdiction. Do not fear attrition. We must avenge the persecuted people and further raise the banner of the Zhongnan Yixin Society!"

Ruan Wen nodded: "President, please take care of your health. Without you, where should we go?"

The President nodded and waved his hand to signal him to leave.

Ruan Wen gave a heavy salute, then turned and left.

After Ruan Wen left, the President sat alone on the bamboo chair, slowly stood up, and stretched his muscles and bones.

Right there in front of the mountain hut, he slowly and steadily performed a set of Hung Gar Iron Wire Fist.

After finishing the set, the President broke a slight sweat and looked toward the layered mountain ranges in the north.

In that moment, he inexplicably thought of his master Huang Feihong, and that junior classmate Lv Muzhi, who was famous in the Daxia army.

This president of the Zhongnan Yixin Society was named Lin Shirong, a Guangdong native who had learned boxing from Huang Feihong in his early years.

After his master passed away, this Senior Brother and Junior Classmate had little contact, but their bond was never severed.

Lv Muzhi, while at Whampoa Military Academy in his early years, had accidentally become Huang Feihong's last Jizhang, becoming martial brothers with Lin Shirong.

At that time, it was the period of KMT-CCP Cooperation to suppress warlords. Lv Muzhi proposed, and the old man executed, the establishment of the Qiangyue Society to integrate civilian revolutionary forces. After the Liangguang Cooperation, the Qiangyue Society was reorganized into the Liangguang Association.

The Liangguang Association included famous figures from the military, politics, martial arts, and business worlds, to exert united front value over Liangguang and support the Northern Expedition.

Lin Shirong, as a martial arts figure, was one of its directors.

But in 1928, the Liangguang War broke out, the Liangguang Association split, and Lin Shirong returned home to sell pork and teach boxing in his spare time.

In 1929, after Lv Muzhi returned to the country, he came to the door, bringing several young people and a large sum of funding.

"Senior Brother, head south. That is a hotbed for investment!"

These words of Lv Muzhi back then completely changed Lin Shirong's life trajectory.

Originally, he only wanted to head south to do business, make it big, and become a rubber king or sugar king in Nan Yang or something.

Who would have thought that under the "guidance" of those young people sent by Lv Muzhi, using business as a cover, they actually started the undertaking of making a revolution!

The Zhongnan Yixin Society was founded the following year, with a fixed monthly funding, and with the rising anti-colonial sentiment locally, its scale grew larger and larger.

Lin Shirong, from a martial arts practitioner and a pork butcher, actually became the president of the Zhongnan Yixin Society!

When Lin Shirong practiced martial arts, Huang Feihong taught him to uphold justice.

Looking at the situation in French Indochina, plus the influence of those young people, Lin Shirong soon realized that the Zhongnan Yixin Society's actions of fighting foreign devils and dividing fields were indeed upholding justice!

This is also the reason why he finally accepted the position of president.

Lin Shirong, who came to Indochina, mostly engaged in business, owning not a few plantations, as secret assets of the Zhongnan Yixin Society.

The entire funding of the Zhongnan Yixin Society was managed by Lin Shirong, which was his capital for being able to be president.

Specific military operations were discussed by core members in meetings, and Lin Shirong made the final decision.

Just like the Commander of the Northern Vietnam Column Ruan Wen just now, he was one of the core members.

Among the core members, there were no shortage of local elites from military, political, business, literary, and other circles.

The leaders of the resistance armies in Indochina, the white sugar king of Indonesia, high-ranking liberal officials of Thailand, literary masters of Malaya, Buddhist leaders of Burma, were all core members of the Zhongnan Yixin Society.

Every once in a while, some big shot was developed into a member by the young people, and the member's handwritten membership letter would also be handed to Lin Shirong.

Lin Shirong knew that so many sages and men of ambition flocking in was absolutely not a coincidence.

Those funds and those excellent backbones were inseparable from that wind-and-cloud-shaking Lv Muzhi.

"Junior Classmate! You really caused me to suffer!" Lin Shirong silently narrated!