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

Qin Yongsheng knew it was too late.

The original plan was to infiltrate the camp before taking action, but now we have to move it forward.

"Action!" Dozens of soldiers behind him stood up at the same time and ran forward at high speed.

The dry branches snapped and cracked underfoot, the sound echoing everywhere, but it was all meaningless now.

Dozens of submachine guns opened fire simultaneously, and a barrage of bullets rained down on the camps of the 52nd and 36th Divisions.

The tents were torn open, and the soldiers who were crawling out of them were caught off guard and fell down in droves.

As Qin Yongsheng fired, he shouted, "The 36th Division has opened fire! The 36th Division is attacking us!"

He wasn't the only one shouting.

A dozen or so loud-voiced soldiers behind him simultaneously opened their throats and shouted towards the 52nd Division camp.

The camp of the 52nd Division was in complete chaos.

The soldiers were awakened by the gunfire. Before they could figure out what was happening, they heard someone in the darkness shouting, "The 36th Division has opened fire!"

The fear of becoming cannon fodder and being wiped out had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of thousands of officers and soldiers of the 52nd Division.

That shout at that moment was like a spark falling into a gasoline depot.

When Lu Xingrong rushed out of the tent, he saw chaos.

His soldiers were firing wildly toward the 36th Division, bullets streaking across the night sky like shooting stars in the summer night.

"Stop! All of you, stop!" Lu Xingrong shouted hoarsely. "Who gave you permission to fire without orders?!"

No one listened to him. Or rather, they did hear him, but it was too late.

At that very moment, a sharp whistling sound came from the direction of the 36th Division.

An old soldier recognized the sound and shouted at the top of his lungs, "It's a mortar! Get down!"

Shells whistled across the open space between the two army camps and landed one after another in the 52nd Division's camp area.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The explosion was deafening, and flames shot into the sky.

Several soldiers who were firing were thrown over by the blast wave, flying several meters away. They coughed up blood, twitched a few times on the ground, and then lay still.

This was not a Red Army mortar, at least that's what the soldiers of the 52nd Division thought.

The shells were coming from the direction of the 36th Division, and the arcs they drew in the night sky were clear. Their direction, angle, and point of impact were all aimed at the 36th Division's artillery positions.

The 36th Division was indeed shelling them.

This was the last thing Lu Xingrong thought of before the last shred of reason in his mind collapsed.

Then, he no longer cared about military orders, obedience, or the overall situation.

His soldiers were being beaten, his troops were being slaughtered, and the ones beating him were the very Central Army soldiers who had been "supervising" them from behind during the day.

"Damn it! The Red Army wants to annihilate us, and the Central Army is joining in too! Let's fight!" Lu Xingrong drew his sidearm. "Brothers, grab your weapons and let's go!"

The 52nd Division's counterattack instantly became several times more intense.

All the light and heavy machine guns were set up and began firing wildly towards the 36th Division.

Some even turned their mortars around and fired a salvo at the 36th Division's camp.

Bullets crisscrossed the night sky, forming an impenetrable net of fire, while artillery shells exploded in clusters of orange-red flames within the 36th Division's barracks.

The soldiers of the 36th Division were initially stunned by the attack.

Hearing the gunfire, they rushed out of their tents, only to be met with intense firepower, resulting in heavy casualties.

However, the 36th Division was, after all, a direct descendant of the Central Army, an elite force personally trained by Song Xilian.

After a brief period of chaos, junior officers began to organize a counterattack.

The company and platoon leaders brandished their pistols, herded the soldiers up from the ground, drove them to firing positions, and opened fire fiercely towards the 52nd Division.

"The 52nd Division has betrayed us!" someone shouted in the darkness. "Brothers, hold on! We can't let them get through!"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the basin, the same scenario was unfolding almost simultaneously.

Another Red Army night raid team also succeeded in capturing the camps between the 83rd and 56th Divisions.

Unlike Qin Yongsheng's group, they didn't even need to deal with the dead branches along the way.

The 83rd Division's camp was not nearly as heavily fortified as the 36th Division's. They were responsible for the rearguard and arrived at the camp last. The fortifications were not yet finished, and there was no time to lay down any branches to prevent night attacks.

When the gunfire came from the direction of the 36th and 52nd Divisions, the soldiers of the 83rd Division were already awakened.

They were looking in that direction, wondering what was happening, when suddenly, bursts of gunfire came from the direction of the 56th Division's camp, and bullets flew toward them.

Almost at the same moment, someone shouted, "The 56th Division is attacking us!" and someone else shouted, "The 56th Division has rebelled!"

Immediately afterwards, artillery shells flew from the direction of the 56th Division and landed in the barracks of the 83rd Division.

Liu Kan, the commander of the 83rd Division, was a calm man, but calmness did not mean that his soldiers were calm as well.

In the chaos of the night, with comrades falling one after another, even the calmest soldier can be overwhelmed by fear and anger.

The 83rd Division's counterattack began quickly and, once it started, it couldn't be stopped.

The 56th Division was even more decisive.

Liu Heding was already seething with anger, and the Central Army was blocking him from the front and intercepting him from the rear, keeping him under constant surveillance.

The feeling of being put into an iron pot by the Central Army, with the possibility of being stewed at any moment.

It made him feel both frustrated and angry!

Upon hearing gunfire coming from the direction of the 83rd Division and seeing artillery shells landing in his own camp, his first thought was: the Central Army is indeed going to attack me.

"Fight back! The whole division must fight back! Bring them to their deaths!"

Chaos spread throughout the camp at an alarming rate.

Not only were the four divisions fighting amongst themselves, but the camp itself was also in complete chaos.

In the darkness of night, many people seek revenge for their grudges and settle their scores.

Those who have personal grudges will take advantage of the chaos to do something underhanded; those who have been bullied will take advantage of the chaos to get revenge.

Gunshots, explosions, and cries mingled together, like fuel in a raging fire; the more fuel piled up, the fiercer the flames. It just wouldn't stop.

A few clear-headed officers tried their best to maintain the situation, but the bloodthirsty soldiers wouldn't listen to any orders.

The more the officers shouted, the easier it was for them to become targets in the darkness.

These officers are completely clueless. They usually act like tyrants and have made so many enemies, yet they still dare to stand up at this critical moment?

Several company and battalion commanders were just trying to rally their troops when they were hit by bullets that seemed to come from nowhere and fell to the ground.

Song Xilian stood outside the 36th Division's headquarters tent, his face ashen.

He did try to control the situation.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, he immediately ordered the bugler to sound the assembly call, hoping to gather the troops together before they completely spiraled out of control.

But after only two bugle calls, the bugler was shot down by several bullets.

"Signal flares!" Song Xilian turned sharply and shouted to the staff officer beside him, "Fire two green signal flares!"