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

Hu Tiantao paused for a moment, then a look of sudden realization dawned on her eyes: "Oh, I understand. This is called attacking where the enemy must defend."

"As we head towards Hangzhou, the Nationalist army will inevitably mobilize all available troops to surround and intercept us. Once Zhou Hunyuan's column breaks free of its fortifications and enters the Jinqu Basin..."

He seemed to pause for a moment after saying this.

Xun Huaizhou immediately chimed in, saying decisively, "Then let's turn around and launch a surprise attack!"

Hu Tiantao's tone was filled with high spirits: "That's great! Comrade Su Yu was able to annihilate Li Yannian's column, and we must also annihilate Zhou Hunyuan's column. We absolutely cannot let Comrade Su Yu monopolize the credits!"

Xun Huaizhou laughed heartily, and after he finished laughing, he turned his gaze back to the distance.

But a barely perceptible shadow flickered in those eyes.

If this annihilation operation fails, their unit will be in grave danger. To the south, Yu Jishi's troops have joined forces with Sun Yuanliang's 88th Division, a total of three divisions blocking his retreat southward.

To the north, the Nationalist troops in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Anhui, and even along the entire Yangtze River were frantically moving towards Hangzhou like a swarm of bees startled.

The intelligence intercepted in the telegram indicated that Nanjing had urgently ordered all troops along the Shanghai-Hangzhou line to assemble in Hangzhou, and even several supplementary brigades that were undergoing reorganization were pulled out and quickly loaded onto trucks for transport south.

He knew that he had definitely stirred up a hornet's nest with his actions.

To break the deadlock, we must first eliminate one of the enemy's forces.

The enemy in the south has learned their lesson and is too slippery. Yu Jishi is not Li Yannian; that man is very cautious and will not easily give him an opportunity.

The enemy from the north is coming in droves. Even if we annihilate one or two divisions, it won't make a difference, as more troops are on their way.

The only chance is to fight Zhou Hunyuan's column.

After the battle, they quickly entered Huaiyu Mountain, joined forces with the Red Tenth Army in the Fujian-Zhejiang-Jiangxi Soviet Area, and broke out of the encirclement.

And it has to be fast. If Zhou Hunyuan dawdles even a little, delaying for three to five days, the various armies will converge on the Jinqu Basin.

At that point, he would have no choice but to lead his troops in a scattered breakout and wage guerrilla warfare in the deep mountains of western Zhejiang.

His eyes swept quickly across the map, his mind already considering all the possibilities.

Fortunately, since the defenses in the Jinhua direction were also quite weak, he did not need to use the entire army to carry out a feint mission.

Xun Huaizhou quickly made arrangements: he ordered the 7th Division of the Red Army to split into two routes. One route would follow the fleeing troops and take the opportunity to capture Jinhua County. After capturing it, a battalion would be sent to advance towards Yiwu, making a great show of force along the way to make the National Army think that the main force of the Red Army was approaching Hangzhou.

Another route went straight north to capture Jiande, and then advanced towards Tonglu with a battalion of troops, showing that they were going to take Hangzhou directly from the southwest.

Both groups had only one mission: to create as much momentum as possible, so that the Nationalist army would focus all its attention on the eastern and northern fronts.

The remaining troops continued their northward advance, capturing Chun'an and Sui'an counties. If Zhou Hunyuan did not fall for their trap, their entire column of over ten thousand men would have no choice but to follow this route and hide in the mountains of western Zhejiang to ensure their survival.

The trap has been set. But Xun Huaizhou wasn't entirely confident he could catch Zhou Hunyuan, this big fish.

He was never worried about whether he could win the battle; as long as Zhou Hunyuan dared to come, he would dare to bury him alive.

He had full confidence in his command abilities.

He was confident in his military capabilities.

However, he was still relatively young, and his grasp of people's hearts and the court was not as shrewd as that of Su Yu and Zhou Zeyuan.

He wasn't sure if Zhou Hunyuan would act immediately after receiving the order, whether he would hesitate, or whether he would see through his intentions.

He stood atop the city wall, gazing at the distant, hazy horizon, remaining silent for a long time. If Zhou Zeyuan or Su Yu were in this situation, they would probably tell him without hesitation: Don't worry, as long as the battalion commander is still in power, Zhou Hunyuan's column will definitely be mobilized.

Unfortunately, he didn't have their unwavering certainty.

Without being able to share their thoughts with them in time, they could only anxiously await the arrival of the final battle.

Meanwhile, with Wei Lihuang's order to retreat reaching all frontline units, a ceasefire had basically been implemented on all fronts surrounding the Fujian-Zhejiang Soviet Area.

There is only one exception, and that is the Southern Sacrifice Mountain.

It wasn't that the Nationalist army didn't want to withdraw, but that Ye Fei wouldn't let them.

Who could have imagined that things would go so smoothly?

Ye Fei sent out two raiding squads, hoping that if one of them could blow up the enemy's armory, the enemy's arms reserves would be halved, greatly increasing the chances of winning the battle.

As a result, both units succeeded.

The process went so smoothly it was almost unbelievable. The Nationalist army's defenses were not just lax, they were practically nonexistent.

Their passwords weren't changed for three days, which was already bad enough. The disguised troops just gave a random unit number and passed through the checkpoint without being questioned.

It can only be said that the National Revolutionary Army is truly cautious when it gets cautious, but truly incompetent when it relaxes its guard!

A raging soldier, and a raging nest.

Ye Fei originally intended to cut off the enemy's arms reserves, but ended up cutting right at their ankles.

Not only did it deplete the enemy's ammunition reserves, it also dealt a critical blow to the enemy's morale by 100 points.

The deafening explosion could be heard clearly from miles away.

The Nationalist troops at the front were thrown into a panic, compounded by Wei Lihuang's order to retreat.

The morale of the Nationalist 49th Division, which was launching a major offensive on Nanjishan, immediately plummeted.

Ye Fei seized the opportunity and led the Mindong Independent Division to launch a fierce counterattack.

It only took half an hour to defeat an enemy regiment, and one assault team even charged all the way to the vicinity of the enemy's division headquarters.

If it weren't for the swift arrival of the Nationalist 57th Division on the flank, Wu Chengren would likely have become a prisoner of the Red Army.

After this fierce battle, the Nationalist army was so frightened that they retreated into the city.

In a mountain valley at the northern foot of Nanji Mountain, the temporary garrison of the Mindong Independent Division was bustling with activity.

The campfire crackled and popped, its orange glow casting flickering light on the hundreds of faces around them.

The soldiers sat in twos and threes, with open cans in front of them. The tin lids were rolled up with pry bars, revealing greasy chunks of meat inside.

The soldiers used their bayonets to pick up pieces of meat and put them in their mouths, their mouths glistening with oil, their faces showing a long-lost relaxed expression.

Ye Fei squatted next to the largest bonfire, holding an enamel mug in his hand. It wasn't filled with wine, but with herbal tea.

He lifted the jar and shook it around.

"Drinking is forbidden in the army, so I'll substitute tea for alcohol. This meal is entirely on White Dog's terms; the canned food, biscuits, and those crates of salted meat were all captured today. Everyone, eat and drink to your heart's content, don't hold back!"

A cacophony of laughter and shouts erupted from all around.

Some people buried their heads in their mouths and couldn't shout, so they just gave a thumbs-up.

Ye Fei laughed and cursed, "You're spineless," before forking a piece of canned meat and putting it in his mouth.

Just as he took a couple of bites, a communications soldier ran in from outside the ravine, clutching a telegram in his hand, and went straight to Ye Fei's side.

"Political Commissar! An urgent telegram forwarded from the Corps Headquarters."