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

Su Yu nodded, walked up to him, reached out and pressed down on his shoulder, gently pushing him back into his seat.

"Before we set off, write down the names of all the brothers. I'm afraid not many of them will come back alive."

The cave was quiet for a moment.

Qin Yongsheng sat there, his expression unchanged, but the fingers gripping his knees tightened slightly.

He didn't speak or nod, but simply straightened his back even more.

He was the only person in this place, besides Su Yu, who knew the battle plan.

I clearly understand the weight of that statement!

The expressions of the other regimental and battalion-level officers also turned serious.

Ma Gongcheng couldn't hold back any longer and asked urgently, "Chief of Staff, are we going to turn the tide of this battle with a night raid?"

Su Yu turned around and walked back to the head of the conference table, her gaze sweeping over every face in the room.

"It was a night raid, but it wasn't just a night raid. Remember what I said before? The enemy has weaknesses, but if you don't exploit them, they're not weaknesses."

He continued, "Your regiment fought very well today. The 52nd Division suffered heavy casualties; they must be filled with resentment, anger, and fear right now. How can we not make good use of such a good opportunity?"

Ma Gongcheng frowned and thought for a moment. "Chief of Staff, I still don't quite understand. Can you really defeat 30,000 Nationalist troops just by instigating conflict and launching a night raid?"

Su Yu straightened up and walked to the simple map hanging on the cave wall.

"Originally, it wouldn't have been possible. But at this time, in this place, it's possible to set up camp 30,000 troops in a basin only two kilometers in circumference."

He turned around to face everyone, his expression changing from relaxed to serious, his gaze sharpening like a newly honed blade.

"But I expect you all to obey my orders unconditionally and without any compromise, so as to achieve the most perfect result of annihilating the enemy in this battle. Anyone who disobeys will be punished according to military law."

After he finished speaking, the cave was silent for about two seconds.

Then, more than a dozen regimental and battalion-level officers stood up in unison, their movements as synchronized as if they were one person.

"Sir, please give the order!"

Su Yu looked at them and slowly nodded.

Late at night.

The howling mountain wind rushed in from the valley entrance, passing through the sky above the basin, taking away the heat left by a day's march, and bringing a touch of coolness that only comes with late autumn.

The tent canvases crackled in the wind, and the firelight flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Most of the Nationalist soldiers, exhausted from a long day's work, were fast asleep.

They pulled the tent flaps tight and weighed down the corners with stones to prevent mosquitoes from getting in.

The sentries on night duty, holding their guns, leaned against tree trunks or squatted in trenches, their eyelids drooping in and out.

In this weary and relaxed atmosphere, a group of dark figures are silently approaching.

The outermost outposts of the basin were cleared one by one.

Some of the sentries were dozing, some were smoking, and some were chatting in hushed tones; none of them noticed the danger approaching in the darkness.

A rough hand reached out from behind and covered the mouth, while a dagger in another hand accurately found the gap between the ribs.

His body was gently laid down, and the gun was caught.

With the help of the whistling mountain wind, the slight friction sound during the movements could not be heard far.

After clearing out the outer sentries, the dozens of people behind them crawled forward quietly.

They were wearing uniforms of the Nationalist Army that had been captured earlier.

However, they did not wear red ribbons on their arms as usual, in other words, they themselves had difficulty distinguishing friend from foe in the dark.

This was so that they could easily blend into the Nationalist army in an emergency.

There is more than one such team.

Four teams dressed in Nationalist Army uniforms simultaneously approached the Nationalist Army camp from four directions.

The four divisions of the National Revolutionary Army were stationed in four relatively independent camps in the basin.

There should have been sufficient buffer distance between campsites to avoid misunderstandings at night, but because the basin was so small, this distance was compressed to the limit.

At its narrowest point, the camps of the 52nd and 36th Divisions were separated by less than 200 meters, with only a dry ditch and a few clumps of bushes in between.

This provided the Red Army with an excellent infiltration channel.

Qin Yongsheng and his team were responsible for the junction between the 52nd and 36th Divisions.

This is the most dangerous and also the most important of the four infiltration routes.

If chaos can be successfully created between the two, the balance of the entire basin will be broken.

His team was the first to arrive at the designated location in the darkness.

But just as they were preparing to continue their infiltration, everyone slowed down.

There were many withered branches and leaves on the ground. Their quantity and density were so great that they obviously did not fall naturally.

Qin Yongsheng's heart sank.

He knew what it was. In cities, metal cans were used for nighttime raids; in the wilderness, tree branches were used.

The only path around the camp was covered with dead branches. If anyone walked by at night, they would make a sound when they stepped on them, and the sentries would immediately notice.

This is the way old-school soldiers do things; it seems that not all the soldiers in the National Revolutionary Army are incompetent.

But Qin Yongsheng did not panic.

The targeted training they've received over the past few days has made them capable of handling all sorts of unexpected situations.

He made a gesture, and the soldiers behind him immediately slowed down, squatted down, and began to pry open the branches on the ground bit by bit.

The movements were extremely light and slow; each branch had to be held in the palm of the hand and placed to the side so that it would not collide with other branches and make a sound.

They managed to dig out a passageway.

Qin Yongsheng walked at the front, the soil under his feet was soft and damp, and he made no sound when he stepped on it.

He was less than 100 meters from the 36th Division's camp.

However, sometimes, no matter how thorough the preparation, success cannot be guaranteed.

With tens of thousands of troops encamped here, there are simply too many unforeseen factors, and no matter how meticulous the preparations, they cannot guarantee complete safety.

Qin Yongsheng suddenly heard a voice.

It was a faint, rustling sound coming from the grass not far to his left.

He stopped in his tracks, his muscles tensing.

In the grass, a snake was slowly climbing up the sentry's trouser leg.

The sentry had just changed shifts about twenty minutes ago and was now dozing against a tree trunk.

He was exhausted. He had walked all day on mountain paths and helped carry supplies and set up camp. His bones were about to fall apart.

In his half-awake state, he initially did not notice anything unusual.

He initially thought the slight, cool sensation on his feet was from the wind.

But soon, the sensation traveled up my calf.

He suddenly looked down and, by the dim light of the distant campfire, saw a snake about the thickness of a thumb coiled around his calf, its triangular head raised and its tongue flicking.

"Ah! A snake!"

The sentry cried out in surprise and instinctively reached to swat the snake on his calf, but somehow his finger ended up on the trigger.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, exploding in the silent night sky.

The entire military camp sprang to life like a giant beast awakened by the gunshot.