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

The staff officer frantically pulled the signal pistol from its holster, loaded the signal flare, and pointed it into the air.

A green signal flare rose into the night sky and exploded in a bright green light over the basin.

In the green light, one could clearly see the corpses lying haphazardly in the camp, the burning tents, and the soldiers firing at each other.

Song Xilian waited for the second signal flare to launch.

According to regulations, the consecutive firing of two green signal flares signifies an order to "immediately cease the attack and switch to defense in place."

In the darkness, this should be the last and most effective means of communication.

Then, what happened next chilled him to the bone.

The light from the first green flare was still lingering in the night sky when another flare rose into the distance.

But it was red.

The Red Army's signal flares.

Immediately afterwards, a third signal flare rose up, and it was green again.

Then, three signal flares appeared in the night sky—one green, one red, and one green.

Su Yu was such a meticulous person, how could he not have imagined that the National Army would use signal flares?

I don't need to prevent you from sending messages, but I can send a bunch of fake messages and mix them in with your real messages.

It makes it difficult to distinguish between genuine and fake people among your subordinates.

Song Xilian stared at the three signal flares, gritting his teeth: "Damn the Red Army, we've all fallen for their trap."

But he knew it was too late to say anything at that point.

The chaos was out of control; the four divisions were completely intertwined, and no one could distinguish friend from foe, nor could anyone stop this nightmare.

If you don't kill others, others will kill you.

Even the most rational person, in order to save their own life, would have no choice but to draw their gun and shoot.

On the ridgeline above the basin, Su Yu held up binoculars, looking down at the burning basin below.

Explosions came one after another, echoing through the valley like distant rumble of thunder.

He stared for a long time without saying a word.

The staff officers around him all looked delighted. Some whispered, "It's done," while others clenched their fists and muttered, "Good!"

But Su Yu's face did not show the ecstatic joy of a great victory.

His expression was complex, a mixture of relief, reassurance, and an indescribable heaviness.

"It's about time." Su Yu put down his binoculars, turned to the communications soldier beside him, and said, "Have the buglers start blowing their horns."

This is one of the preparations Su Yu made for this battle.

In a typical military unit, one or two buglers are enough for a company, with the highest unit being the company level.

But this time Su Yu took drastic measures. He selected several hundred able-bodied young men from all the base areas who could play the bugle and formed them into a "bugle battalion".

They were deployed in advance at various high points above the basin.

Hundreds of people blowing horns at the same time can cover the entire battlefield.

When the first bugle call sounded on the ridge, buglers on the surrounding high points followed suit, blowing their own bugles.

Loud bugle calls rose and fell, converging on the basin from all directions, like countless sharp swords piercing the night sky and into the heart of every Nationalist soldier.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of Red Army soldiers emerged from behind the ridgeline, guns in hand, shouting, and charged towards the basin from multiple directions like a tidal wave.

The sound of footsteps made the ground tremble slightly, and the shouts of battle drowned out the sounds of gunfire, the wind, and everything else.

"Kill them!"

"Surrender and you will not be killed!"

The mountains and fields were covered with Red Army flags, and the mountains and fields were filled with the shouts of the Red Army.

This tactic is actually not very effective.

The Red Army deployed limited forces, and the actual impact was far less frightening than the shouts of battle sounded.

But for the Nationalist army, which was already on edge and seeing threats everywhere, the psychological blow was almost devastating.

They had been fighting for more than half an hour in this chaotic battlefield where friend and foe were indistinguishable, and their spirits were exhausted to the extreme.

The commander had completely lost control of the troops. They were running low on ammunition.

At that moment, I heard the bugle calls and shouts of battle echoing across the mountains and fields, and saw shadowy figures surging in from all directions in the darkness. Only one thought remained in my mind.

run.

The soldiers of the 52nd Division were the first to break down.

They already suffered the heaviest casualties and had the lowest morale; after fighting all night, they had long reached their limit.

Upon hearing the bugle call, someone threw down their gun and started running, and then, like a flood breaking through a dam, everyone began to run.

Some ran south, trying to escape back to Olive Ridge; others ran west, trying to disappear into the mountains.

The most clever ones simply squatted down on the spot, put their hands behind their heads, and waited for the Red Army to come and take them in.

The 56th Division wasn't much better off.

Liu Heding attempted to organize his troops to break out to the south, but before the order could be relayed to the company or platoon level, the troops had already scattered.

The soldiers ran around the camp like headless flies, some heading north, some east, and some simply took off their uniforms and threw away their guns, disappearing into the darkness.

Left with no other choice, he could only lead a small number of guards and mingle among the fleeing soldiers.

But this old guy was quite cunning; he simply took off his military uniform and put on ordinary soldier's clothes.

The 36th and 83rd Divisions were the direct descendants of the Central Army and were much more tenacious than the miscellaneous troops.

However, with the command system essentially paralyzed, even the most tenacious troops could not withstand the onslaught.

Song Xilian, with his division headquarters and some troops still under his control, attempted to break out towards Olive Ridge, but the Red Army's firepower had already blocked the road south.

He had no choice but to turn west, venture into the mountains, and grope his way forward in the darkness.

The situation was slightly better for the 83rd Division.

Liu Kan maintained a relatively clear judgment and prevented his troops from getting too deeply involved in the chaos.

When the bugle sounded, he decisively ordered the entire division to abandon its baggage and break out to the south, retreating along the river valley towards Shuikou Town.

However, the Red Army's encirclement had already been formed, and the 83rd Division paid a heavy price in its breakout attempt.

Su Yu stood on the ridge, looking down at the burning basin below and at the Nationalist soldiers who were scattering and fleeing.

He felt a mix of emotions he couldn't quite describe.

Are you happy? Yes.

With this battle over, the Fujian-Zhejiang Soviet Area can enjoy a long period of peace and stability.

The National Revolutionary Army was no longer capable of organizing large-scale encirclement and suppression campaigns in the short term, and the base areas could focus on production, construction, and military expansion.

But there is also heartache, not just for those Red Army soldiers who acted as suicide squads.

For soldiers, dying on the battlefield is the best end!

But those running, screaming, and crying in the darkness were not only Nationalist soldiers, but also poor people who had been coerced by the Kuomintang to go to the battlefield.

They may also have families, and perhaps wives and children waiting for them to return to their hometown.

But he quickly suppressed these emotions.

He bore the weight of life and death for millions of people in the Fujian-Zhejiang Soviet Area.

When he needs to make a decision, there can be no hesitation whatsoever.

Being soft-hearted is irresponsible to the people in the base area and to the Red Army soldiers who sacrificed their lives on this land.

"Order: Each unit shall proceed according to the pre-arranged plan, dividing into sections to encircle and annihilate the enemy, clearing out each battalion and company at a time. The battlefield must be thoroughly cleaned up before dawn."

The communications soldier turned and ran down the mountain.

Su Yu raised her binoculars again, looking down at the battlefield below the mountain, which was gradually calming down.

Gunfire was still going off, but it wasn't as frequent as before.

The outcome of this battle is already decided.

Zeyuan and Huaizhou must be quite shocked!