Southern guerrilla warfare: I led the Red Seventh Army Corps to amassed a million troops.

Seeing that the atmosphere was right, the instructor immediately raised his arm and shouted:

"These wicked landlords are blood-drinking and flesh-eating devils. If we don't defeat them all, we farmers can't live our good lives in peace."

Looking at the scene on the playground, Liu Shengmu said in a low voice, "This Zhao Changgen... speaks more convincingly than I do."

Zhou Zeyuan nodded. No matter how strong the technique, it can't compare to pure emotion.

It seems there's no need for him to embarrass himself in this campaign of complaining.

Even in his poorest and most miserable days in his past life, he was still much happier than them.

"Old Liu, let's stop watching and go back."

Back on the road, the two walked side by side, the noise from the playground gradually fading away and replaced by the chirping of birds in the woods.

Zhou Zeyuan took a few steps and broke the silence: "I'll be taking Political Commissar Le and Commander Zeng back to Danyang in a couple of days. I'll leave the political work here to you. Consult with the Legion Commander on anything."

Liu Shengmu nodded: "The legion commander is very easy to talk to. We get along well."

He spoke calmly, but his heart was churning violently.

With this arrangement, the political and military centers of the base area were completely separated.

That's a brilliant move.

Le Shaohua and Zeng Hongyi were taken back to Danyang, and the troops left in Pingnan were completely out of their sphere of influence.

Saying they were "taking them back" actually meant stripping them out of the military system.

From now on, the command of field units such as the First Division and the Seventh Red Army Division will no longer have anything to do with Le and Zeng.

Even if they are extremely unwilling, they can't make any waves.

Thinking of this, Liu Shengmu couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He had known Zhou Zeyuan for quite some time, but every time Zhou Zeyuan made a move, he felt that he had underestimated him.

What he didn't know was that Zhou Zeyuan wasn't guarding against Le Shaohua and Zeng Hongyi at all. In his eyes, those two were no match for him anymore.

What he really needed to guard against was the revolutionary elder who was about to arrive from the Central Committee.

He wants to act as a firewall to block all these external factors in Danyang.

This would allow Su Yu and Xun Huaizhou to focus on military command without being distracted by other trivial matters.

The next day, news came from the underground party committee in Gutian that Li Yannian had left the county town with his guards, and judging from the direction, they were heading to Shuikou.

As for whether to take a boat downstream to Fuzhou or upstream to Yanping?

None of that matters anymore!

After Li Yannian left, Song Xilian, the commander of the 36th Division, took charge of the overall situation in Gutian.

The opponent doesn't seem to have gotten weaker.

However, Su Yu believes that any change in the command structure will inevitably have an impact on the troops.

He decisively seized the opportunity and dispatched the 7th Red Army Division southward, making it appear as if he were to capture the county seat.

Then they contacted the local Party committee and dispatched several small detachments to infiltrate the surrounding areas of major transportation routes south of the county seat.

Taking advantage of the enemy's retreat towards the county seat, they attacked several towns and strongholds of the Nationalist army on the outskirts of the county seat.

In particular, government granaries in various regions and some well-known large landowners became their primary targets.

The local administrative system and the Baojia system collapsed rapidly under the swift attacks of the guerrillas.

When official grain requisitioning failed, the Nationalist army decided to buy it with money.

Who would have thought that the Red Army wouldn't even spare merchants? Anyone transporting grain to the county town would be stopped.

We'll buy it at the original price, no matter how much the Nationalist army offers, saving you the trouble of making an extra trip.

This immediately disrupted the 36th Division's supply transport channels.

Upon realizing this, Song Xilian immediately understood that the Red Army intended to starve him out.

He decisively dispatched a large force to Shuikou, a key town on the Minjiang River, to escort a batch of supplies transferred from there.

To his utter surprise, despite all his precautions, he found it hard to guard against a traitor within his own ranks.

When the supplies were almost to reach the county town, they passed through a checkpoint controlled by local troops.

No one expected that the group of seemingly carefree security soldiers were actually Red Army soldiers in disguise.

Caught off guard, the two battalions sent out by the 36th Division were routed and fled in disarray, and all the supplies naturally ended up in the pockets of the Red Army.

Then came the second time, the third time...

Su Yu and Xun Huaizhou took turns making moves, with the First Division and the Seventh Red Division taking turns to attack.

Two top generals and two elite Red Army units were serving him alone; Song Xilian was truly fortunate.

This combination of frontal heavy troop suppression, flanking and rear guerrilla harassment, and intelligence that allowed the enemy to see right through them.

The enemy has revealed the entire map, leaving our side in a fog of war; only Song Xilian can still hold out.

If it were someone with weaker stress tolerance, they probably would have already packed up and run away.

Although the troops did not collapse, they were compressed into a two-mile radius around the county town.

Morale was declining, and the city's supplies were insufficient to cover its expenses.

Left with no other choice, this henchman general disregarded his pride and began repeatedly calling for reinforcements from his superiors.

Unfortunately, Gu Zhutong has been extremely busy lately, as the transport captain has made up his mind to propose a final solution to the Central Soviet Area.

He has no time to concern himself with the affairs of eastern Fujian!

The transport team leader also realized that not everyone was as outstanding as him, and Gu Zhutong's remote control was clearly unreliable.

Fortunately, he had already selected a capable general to lead the newly formed Fujian-Zhejiang Bandit Suppression Command.

I believe that Xun Huaizhou, Su Yu, Le Shaohua and their ilk are nothing more than grasshoppers in autumn, and they won't be able to hop around for many more days.

Zhou Zeyuan didn't really want to get involved in military matters.

After making some administrative arrangements, he set off with Le Shaohua and Zeng Hongyi back to Danyang Town.

When he arrived in Danyang Town and stepped into the Special Committee compound, he saw someone he had never expected under the eaves of the courtyard.

The man was wearing a faded gray Zhongshan suit, and had a thin face. He was sitting on a bamboo chair, basking in the sun.

He held an enamel mug in his hands, from which wisps of steam rose.

He heard footsteps, looked up, and smiled at Zhou Zeyuan.

Zhou Zeyuan was taken aback for a moment, then strode forward: "Comrade Qiu Bai? I didn't expect the veteran that the higher-ups said they would send... to be you. We know each other, why are you being so mysterious?"

Yu Qiubai coughed twice, covered his mouth with his sleeve, and then said, "It's not that the Central Committee intentionally concealed this from you, but rather that my selection... was only recently finalized."

Zhou Zeyuan squatted down next to him, grabbed his arm without saying a word, and placed his fingers on his pulse.

After a while, he raised his head, his brows furrowed slightly, and his tone carried a hint of reproach:

"You won't listen to my doctor's orders again. I told you to rest properly, but you wouldn't listen. How can you carry out the revolution if you don't take care of your health?"

Yu Qiubai smiled and shook his head: "Well, that's why the higher-ups sent me here. With you, this amazing little doctor, taking care of me, my crippled body can at least contribute a little to the revolution."

"Don't say such unlucky things. When you come to me, you'll find it hard to die even if you want to. But the condition is that you have to be obedient and not cause any trouble."

Yu Qiubai's expression suddenly turned serious. He looked at Zhou Zeyuan and slowly said:

"I'll listen to you on matters of personal life. But on work matters, I hope you can respect my opinion, Comrade Zeyuan."

Zhou Zeyuan's heart skipped a beat.

He secretly groaned inwardly.

The guy sent from above... he's really a big shot. We can't afford to offend him.