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

"Nothing special. The situation is dire, and we need to speed up our campaign to seize the wealth of the rich and distribute it to the poor."

According to the original plan, the first day was mainly for publicizing revolutionary policies, mobilizing the poor masses, and exposing and denounceing those local tyrants and evil gentry.

The next day they took action: ransacking homes and suppressing dissent. The third day…

Zhou Zeyuan interrupted him with a hint of impatience: "Then we divide the poor into three classes, A, B, and C, and give priority to the poorest people for food, salt, clothing, and other necessities."

The third day should be spent helping the local area quickly establish a preparatory committee for the Soviet government and the Red Guards, thus preserving the seeds of revolution. I am very clear about these steps, Commissar, please speak frankly.

Le Shaohua was taken aback, but he didn't get angry. He had come to ask for a favor, so he was prepared to be harassed. Instead, he followed up on the conversation and asked:

"I want to get things done quickly and efficiently. Do you know which landlords in Daejeon County have particularly bad reputations?"

Zhou Zeyuan frowned: "Political Commissar, you only want to ask about landlords with bad reputations, not whether I have conclusive evidence of their oppression of the people? Am I misunderstanding?"

"Absolutely not. The voice of the people is the most direct evidence." Le Shaohua admitted frankly, even with a hint of self-righteousness.

Zhou Zeyuan finally understood. This was another case of the same old crude and simplistic approach: no rigorous investigation or distinction between "good" and "bad," just a blanket approach after defining the components.

They completely disregarded whether there would be collateral damage or whether it would hurt those middle-class people who might sympathize with the revolution.

The teacher had already severely criticized this approach, believing that when the main contradiction was between the Kuomintang reactionaries and imperialism, the teacher should unite all forces that could be united as much as possible to establish the broadest united front.

Even during the future period of national construction, there were enlightened gentry and progressive elements among the landlord class.

Such indiscriminate and blanket condemnation is highly inappropriate and will only push friends to the side of enemies and isolate oneself.

This clever strategy of minimizing enemies and maximizing friends has not gained widespread acceptance, even after many years of revolution.

Zhou Zeyuan himself has to admit that his level of thinking is not up to par with his teacher's.

They may verbally agree, but when it comes to the actual implementation, they will still unconsciously consider their immediate interests.

However, he did not think that this was short-sighted. In the current situation where survival is difficult, prioritizing short-term survival cannot be considered wrong; it can only be said to be a limitation of the times!

Mistaking Zhou Zeyuan for being upset, Xun Huaizhou coughed lightly and comforted him:

"Zeyuan, revolutions inevitably involve smashing some old jars and cans; it can't always be so gentle and courteous. Sometimes, in order to mobilize the masses, it's unavoidable to use more drastic methods."

This statement gave Zhou Zeyuan a way out. It's true that the innocent wealthy people affected are pitiful, but aren't the poor who struggle year-round in dire straits, constantly facing the possibility of starvation and freezing to death, also pitiful?

When doing things, you must grasp the main contradiction!

Currently, which group constitutes the majority: the vast majority of poor people on the verge of death, or the very few wealthy people who may be mistakenly harmed? Which is the primary contradiction?

Moreover, for him, the most crucial and fatal contradiction at this moment is the life and death of the entire Seventh Red Army Corps!

The question is whether they can break the historical fate and lead this "abandoned pawn" army to a path of survival!

He hadn't forgotten that Fuzhou was still a roadblock waiting for him ahead.

If they cannot grow rapidly and become self-sufficient before arriving in Fuzhou.

What awaited the northward-bound anti-Japanese vanguard team next was the relentless pursuit and suppression by the National Revolutionary Army.

The Seventh Red Army Corps was powerless to repel the enemy and gain a respite, and it could not disobey the Central Committee's orders to disperse and wage guerrilla warfare. As a result, it grew weaker and weaker as it marched north.

Zhou Zeyuan had some ideas on how to break the deadlock, but the premise was that he had to quickly train a strong army capable of fighting tough battles.

Compared to this, issues such as the appropriate level of discretion in the process of cracking down on local tyrants and the possibility of accidentally harming individual "good landlords" all have to take a backseat!

Having figured this out, Zhou Zeyuan stopped worrying and rattled off a string of names:

"In the city, there's the Li family of Fuchang, the Zhao family of Yufeng, the Sun family of Shilipu outside the city, the Xie family of Heishiling, and several villages to the south. I've heard that some of their clan leaders are quite domineering..."

However, these are all things I heard from the locals when I was active in this area before. I haven't had the time or specifically verified them myself, so their veracity is hard to discern. They are for reference only.

A look of satisfaction appeared on Le Shaohua's face, and he nodded: "There's no smoke without fire. The masses have discerning eyes; these clues are very valuable."

He jotted down a few names and prepared to turn and leave to set up his "highly efficient" campaign to plunder the wealthy.

"Wait, Political Commissar, don't go yet," Zhou Zeyuan called out to him.

"Oh?" Le Shaohua turned around, somewhat surprised. "Comrade Zeyuan, is there anything else you would like to say?"

"That's right. In yesterday's battle, although my 7th Division won, we also suffered more than 200 casualties, most of whom were experienced veterans."

So far, we have captured more than two thousand Kuomintang soldiers. I think we should try to convert some of them to supplement our 7th Red Army Division. What do you think?

"Yes, this suggestion is reasonable and will help maintain the combat effectiveness of the troops. I agree in principle."

At this point, Le Shaohua changed the subject, "However, this matter is specifically handled by Director Liu, so you'll have to discuss it with him. Besides, we don't have much time left to rest here, only three days."

"Mobilize as many as you can. When the time comes, we won't set off with any burdens of ulterior motives. Comrade Zeyuan, your political work abilities will be put to the test this time."

Watching Le Shaohua's figure disappear outside the door, Xun Huaizhou couldn't help but shake his head and smile, teasingly saying:

"Zeyuan, it seems our Political Commissar Le doesn't quite trust your mobilization abilities!"

Zhou Zeyuan scoffed: "That's because he's blind and doesn't recognize the true Buddha. Old Xun, let me tell you the truth, if I were born in one of those countries that hold elections..."

With my silver tongue and keen eye for people, I could easily be elected president for at least two terms, and by a landslide.

Xun Huaizhou was amused and laughed heartily, "Yes, yes, yes! If you lived a little further back in time, in the Warring States period, there would be no need for strategists like Zhang Yi and Su Qin! They would all have to step aside, and you, Zhou Zi, would be the only one to unite the states!"

Joking aside, Zhou Zeyuan was already quickly making plans in his mind.

With only three days, time is tight and the task is heavy, but it is not impossible.

Besides, he didn't want to take in too many prisoners at once. It would be like eating too much fermented bean curd at once, which could easily cause gastrointestinal discomfort.

The quality of soldiers is more important than the quantity. Let's set a small goal: eight hundred men!

After leaving the Legion Headquarters, Zhou Zeyuan went straight to Liu Shengmu, who was busy in the temporary Political Department.