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

At that moment, the assault platoon soldiers were rampaging through the command post compound.

The courtyard was complex, with winding corridors, and in the dark, they had wandered around for half a day and lost their bearings.

The platoon leader led a few men to charge west, the deputy platoon leader led his men to fight south, and the remaining two squads fought the remnants of the guard battalion in the northern courtyard.

No one noticed that at the end of the corridor behind the operations room, there was an inconspicuous door.

At the very back of the column was a young soldier, about seventeen or eighteen years old. He looked thin and small, with a youthful face, and was the youngest soldier in the entire column.

The platoon leader was an old revolutionary who cared for his younger colleagues, so he assigned the young soldier the task of being a rear guard.

As he ran down the corridor with the people in front of him, he suddenly heard a series of chaotic noises coming from the other side of the wall.

He instinctively stopped, listened for half a second, and without thinking, pulled out two grenades from his waist, pulled the pins, and threw them in through the cracks in the window, one on each side.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two consecutive explosions rang out, the wall shook violently, and the sound abruptly ceased.

The young soldier didn't stop; he turned around and ran after the team in front of him.

He didn't know who he had killed, and he didn't even have time to see what kind of house was behind that window.

All he knew was that the platoon leader had said that if there was any movement, he should call out without hesitation, or he would lose his life.

What happened next became an unsolved mystery.

After the battle, while clearing the battlefield, Red Army soldiers discovered a body dressed in a general's uniform in the ruins of the newly formed 10th Army headquarters.

Based on the captured documents and the identification by prisoners, it was confirmed that this person was the deputy commander of the 10th Army.

But no one knows for sure who killed him.

That night it was too dark, and too many people were throwing grenades, so even the young soldier himself couldn't figure it out.

He was clear that he must have killed enemies with grenades, but he couldn't remember exactly where he threw them.

Therefore, the credit was given to the entire assault platoon. Su Yu personally awarded them the honorary title of "Southern Fujian Assault Platoon".

The climax of the entire battle began with the breach of the command post.

The gunfire from the command post couldn't reach the front lines, but the sound of mortar explosions could.

At the same moment that the two grenades exploded near Jiang Boqing, Su Yu issued the order for a general offensive from the artillery positions behind the lines.

The fourteen Type 41 mountain guns of the mountain artillery battalion opened fire simultaneously. The shells, with sharp whistles, pierced the night sky and landed deep within the Nationalist army's front-line positions, exploding into clusters of orange-red flames.

On the position, the Red Army soldiers who had been waiting for a long time leaped up from their hiding places and charged up the hillside.

From the flanks and forests, the long-lurking flanking troops simultaneously launched their attack, thrusting straight into the rear of the Nationalist army's defenses.

When the Nationalist commanders at the front heard the explosion coming from the direction of their command post and saw the Red Army figures appearing from their side and rear, their hearts sank.

Such a perilous situation is the time for the Eight Immortals to cross the sea and each display their unique abilities.

On a high ground near Guankou Town, the garrison commander dropped his cigarette when he heard the explosion coming from the direction of the command post.

He crouched down to pick it up, his fingers trembling several times on the dirt before he finally managed to scoop the cigarette out.

But when he stood up, he had completely adjusted his state. His hands were no longer trembling, his legs were no longer shaking, and his face had fully regained its previous composure.

He waved to the several pale-faced staff officers and battalion commander beside him, "What's the panic? I'm still alive, the sky isn't falling down."

"This is probably another ammunition box blown up by the artillery position. Those soldiers in the artillery battalion are usually so arrogant, but they're completely unreliable when it comes to getting things done. When it comes to fighting, you have to look to our infantry."

"Get back to work. The sentries keep a close eye on things. Everyone else, go back to your bunkers and rest. Don't wander around. Otherwise, we'll give the Red Army an opportunity to take advantage of the situation."

He turned and walked back into the command post, closing the door behind him.

The moment the door closed, the panic I had been forcibly suppressing exploded in my chest.

But he didn't have time to think much. He took two steps to the wooden box in the corner, rummaged through it and took out a set of ordinary soldier's gray cloth uniform. He took off the uniform, put it back on, checked it again, and casually stuffed the pistol that symbolized his officer status into his pocket.

The whole process took less than a minute, and the movements were skillful and natural. Even though the person was shaking like a leaf, the efficiency was not reduced at all.

This is a skill honed through countless trials and tribulations!

The ornate wooden trunk beside his bed, which he treasured, he only glanced at twice from the moment he entered the room until he finished changing clothes.

Half a lifetime's worth of possessions are in there, but compared to my own life, it's nothing.

He reopened the command post door and shouted to the outside, "I'm going to inspect the front lines. You guys guard this place."

No one suspected anything. The officers felt that their commander was capable of handling things at critical moments, and that he dared to go to the front line in the most dangerous situation, showing a fearless and resolute spirit.

On a neighboring position, another regimental commander reacted quite differently.

Clutching his binoculars, he watched as a dense mass of figures emerged from the surrounding forest, then glanced back at the flames rising from the command post. His face turned deathly pale.

He muttered to himself, "It's over...it's all over..."

His adjutant was trying to figure out how to comfort him when the regimental commander dropped his binoculars and turned to run away.

He ran incredibly fast, disappearing in the blink of an eye, clearly a Nationalist Army officer skilled in running.

The soldiers on the position watched as their commander led the retreat, feeling as if thunder had struck them.

Then someone shouted, "The commander has run away!" Immediately afterward, like a flood bursting its banks, hundreds of people on the main position threw down their guns and fled in all directions in a panic.

Some ran south, some went west, but only experienced veterans knew that crouching down with their hands behind their heads was the safest option at this time.

However, some new recruits had extremely strong learning abilities, or rather, a strong herd mentality. Seeing that their seniors not only did not run away but also lay down on the ground, they simply followed suit.

Some even prostrated themselves completely, burying their faces in the mud with their buttocks sticking up high. Then they began chanting incantations, their voices growing louder and more urgent:

"May all the gods and Buddhas protect us, and may all the deities manifest their power—the Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother of the West, Laozi, the Primordial Lord of Heaven, the Master of the Heavenly Gate, Guan Yu…and Guanyin Bodhisattva, Buddha, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva…oh yes, and Jesus Christ, the Virgin Mary, God the Father…"

"As long as I, Li Degen, can crawl out of this muddy place alive today, I will go back and kowtow to you 108 times, without missing a single one! I will burn incense on the first and fifteenth of the lunar month, make grand offerings on holidays, burn ten stacks of paper money for you, stack a basketful of gold ingots, and set off three thousand firecrackers without a single misfire!"

He spoke faster and faster, and his speech became increasingly incoherent, mixing the names of all sorts of deities into a jumbled mess, from the Three Pure Ones to the King of Hell and his minions, even blurting out names like Sun Wukong and Nezha.

The veteran next to him couldn't stand it anymore and kicked him: "Stop arguing, the shells can't hear you chanting."