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

In the forward command post on the Minjiang River, Su Yu sat at the table, holding the battle report that had come from the Jinqu Basin.

After a long silence, he put down the telegram and let out a long breath: "Good, after this great battle, the situation in Fujian, Zhejiang and Jiangxi will be completely open."

Zhou Zeyuan held a cup of tea that had gone cold in his hand, but he didn't drink it; he just twirled it around in his hand.

"It was a bit risky, I felt like he was challenging you."

Su Yu waved his hand seriously: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. Comrade Huaizhou is not that kind of person. This battle must have been planned by him long ago. Besides, the battle is over, so let's not discuss these trivial details."

Zhou Zeyuan shook his head helplessly and did not continue to argue.

He also knew that no military general didn't want to achieve great deeds; it was human nature.

Both Xun Huaizhou and Su Yu are proud and arrogant people, so it's perfectly normal for them to have a bit of a competitive spirit towards each other.

Just be more careful in the future and make good use of it.

Fortunately, both of them have a good overall perspective.

If you run into those stubborn types, you'll really have a headache.

After the battle was over, Su Yu's thoughts had already jumped to the next step of the plan.

"Zeyuan, can't we finally put your idea of ​​'flying on both wings' into practice now?"

"Given the situation in Fujian, Zhejiang and Jiangxi, with the addition of the more than 10,000 fresh troops from Huaizhou, plus the weapons captured, the troop strength can be rapidly expanded to more than 20,000."

"Just like when we first arrived in the Mindong Soviet Area, the combination of the main force and the local forces could produce an effect greater than 1+1>2."

Zhou Zeyuan put down his teacup and walked to the map: "The experience of eastern Fujian can indeed be applied to Fujian, Zhejiang and Jiangxi, but it is not entirely the same."

"The situation in Fujian, Zhejiang, and Jiangxi today is slightly more difficult than it was back then. Huaiyu Mountain is still too close to the Northern Route Army."

"However, Comrade Huaizhou and Comrade Zhimin are both outstanding individuals of their time, and this difficulty should not be a problem for them."

"That settles it then. Now I see it clearly: the Nationalist army is determined to be cowards. As long as no new reinforcements arrive, we can roam freely along the Minjiang River."

"I have prepared a batch of military officers and a batch of weapons and ammunition, and plan to mobilize a regiment to go south to capture Yongtai and connect with the central Fujian region."

Zhou Zeyuan frowned slightly: "That's easy. Attacking the county town or transporting weapons isn't difficult. But then what?"

"The Kuomintang reinforcements will eventually come, and our troops will have to withdraw. The connection between our two Soviet areas can easily be severed by the enemy."

"So this is what I'm thinking: once that regiment goes to central Fujian, it shouldn't come back. We should use them as the backbone to form the Central Fujian Independent Division. As long as they can grow stronger, they can at least tie down a few enemy divisions for us."

Zhou Zeyuan nodded: "I agree with your plan. It can be done this way in the short term. But in the long run, it's a bit narrow-minded. We need to broaden our perspective."

Su Yu shook her head with a wry smile. "Sigh, Zeyuan, just say what you want to say. Don't be a riddle-maker."

"Think about it, Huaizhou led his troops to Fujian, Zhejiang and Jiangxi. Although it weakened the strength of the base area, his more than 10,000 men could at least tie down the enemy's 100,000 troops. This also greatly reduced the pressure on the Soviet area."

"The enemy forces on the entire northern front are chasing and attacking him, circling around him. So, can't we create another one on the southern front?"

Su Yu's eyes lit up. "Great idea! Why didn't you bring it up sooner?"

"Have you forgotten? We have another batch of American equipment arriving soon. I plan to use it to arm the local troops in the base areas such as the Mindong and Minbei Independent Divisions. This will strengthen their self-defense capabilities, and we can confidently launch attacks."

How many more days until the convoy arrives at port?

"It will be in the next few days! I have already prepared two independent divisions, plus several newly formed independent regiments. I will return tomorrow to personally command this battle."

Zhou Zeyuan grinned mischievously. "And by the way, let's also give the Fujian Provincial Government a big gift."

"What do you mean by 'presenting a big gift to the provincial government'?" Su Yu frowned at him. "You're getting more and more ambiguous. What kind of riddle are you playing with me now?"

Zhou Zeyuan coughed twice. "I forgot, you're not good at riddles."

He tilted his head slightly, gazing at the ceiling, and said in a deliberately profound tone, "You said the armories in Ningde and Fu'an were bombed, and they're short of guns and ammunition. If they could buy a batch of weapons to tide them over, wouldn't they be happy?"

Su Yu's expression froze instantly. He stood there for two or three seconds, then his lips began to twitch uncontrollably.

He looked at Zhou Zeyuan with an extremely complicated expression: "You...you're too wicked. Making the Nationalist government spend money to buy us equipment! Your heart is utterly black."

"If he had been born into a capitalist family, he would definitely be the most unscrupulous businessman of all."

Zhou Zeyuan spread his hands innocently: "I don't like hearing that. My heart is just so red it's almost dark."

"Besides, what do you mean by the Nationalist government paying for it? I've already paid the deposit to Mayer, and that money is non-refundable."

"He can get a deposit from me for free, and he can also earn a payment from the Nationalist government, which is equivalent to making money twice. It's a win-win situation."

Su Yu was stunned. It took her a while to recover before she shook her head and said, "Yes, yes, you bought the weapons with just a deposit. I've never seen a business genius like you."

Zhou Zeyuan corrected, "Who said it was bought? It was clearly stolen! If our fists weren't strong enough, this batch of weapons wouldn't have been delivered to us willingly."

Meanwhile, in the eastern district of Fuzhou, a luxurious mansion was brightly lit.

From the ornate wrought iron gate to the rooftop terrace, lanterns and ribbons hang everywhere, swaying gracefully in the night breeze.

The courtyard was filled with cars and rickshaws, and people dressed in suits and long gowns walked through the entrance hall in twos and threes.

Almost all the prominent officials, gentry, and wealthy merchants in Fuzhou gathered together.

Today is a day to celebrate the housewarming of Mr. Mayer, the young owner of Shenchang Trading Company.

This rising star in the business world has recently been gaining momentum. The Fuzhou branch has seen rapid growth in performance under his leadership, and he has already been elected as a director by the Shanghai headquarters. He is currently enjoying unparalleled success.

It is rumored that some people within the trading company have even suggested that he be officially recognized as their successor.

Although rumors may be true or false and should not be taken at face value, Mayer's extravagant wealth is undeniable.

This lavishly decorated mansion, conservatively speaking, would cost at least 15,000 silver dollars to acquire.

These days, everyone is so pragmatic; they respect the clothes first, then the person.

A mansion is clearly a better indicator of status than a set of clothes.

Even the provincial chairman, Chen Yi, personally came to offer his congratulations.