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

In Anxi County, the temporary headquarters of the Southern Fujian Military Region was set up in an old chamber of commerce house.

The three-courtyard complex is open and airy, with a map of the Minnan region hanging in the main hall.

As you can see, from Longyan to Zhangping eastward, almost the entire landscape turns red. Only some islands along the coast remain blue.

Huang Ligui sat in the guest seat, holding an account book in his hands. He flipped through it faster and faster, and the smile on his face grew wider with each page.

He turned the last page, closed the ledger, let out a long breath, and looked up at Su Yu across from him.

"Comrade Su Yu, the Southern Fujian Soviet Area, in terms of both land area and economic strength, surpasses the Eastern Fujian Soviet Area by a significant margin. You have truly given me a wonderful surprise."

As he spoke, he picked up another roster, flipped through a few pages, and clicked his tongue: "The Southern Fujian Independent Division plus the independent regiments of various counties, 17,000 men. How long have you been heading south? This expansion speed is even more ferocious than when we were in Eastern Fujian."

Su Yu sat in the main seat, holding a teacup in her hand, but there was not much smugness on her face.

"Southern Fujian is indeed a fertile land, densely populated, and with a thriving industry and commerce. But no matter how fertile the land, it needs people to cultivate it for crops to grow. Flowering and fruiting take time, but the Kuomintang just wouldn't give us that time."

Huang Ligui nodded, his expression becoming more composed, and solemnly said, "Before I came, Comrade Zeyuan instructed me to be prepared for a major battle at any time."

"The Eastern Route Army in the west, and the enemy could launch a landing operation from Xiamen on the southeast coast at any time. These are all areas we need to focus on preventing."

"What bitter and fierce battles haven't I fought in northern Fujian? Now we have men and guns. If the enemy comes in small numbers, I'll devour them in one bite; if they come in large numbers, even if we can't win in a head-on fight, we can always retreat into the mountains. Are the mountains in southern Fujian any worse than those in northern Fujian?"

In the strategic positioning of the Fujian-Zhejiang Military Region, central and southern Fujian still only play a restraining role. Victory is to delay the enemy's main force as much as possible and not be completely defeated.

Su Yu shook her head slightly: "That's true, but I've always had a worry in my heart."

"What hidden worries?"

"The Fujian Central Military Region. Or rather, Comrade Liu Chouxi, he was a graduate of the first class of the Whampoa Military Academy. In terms of seniority and command experience, he was a veteran. But his combat style was more inclined towards conventional field warfare, advancing the front line, and head-on confrontation. He was not very good at guerrilla warfare or infiltration warfare."

Su Yu stared into Huang Ligui's eyes and said frankly, "If the enemy focuses their main attack on central Fujian, with Commander Liu's tactics, I'm worried that our precious revolutionary forces will be wasted in positional warfare."

Huang Ligui frowned. "Comrade Zeyuan has also considered this matter. The Fujian-Zhejiang Military Region is about to hold a meeting, and he seems to want to do some ideological work with Commander Liu."

"We are preparing to appoint him as the director of the Joint Military and Political Office in Central and Southern Fujian, while the commander of the Central Fujian Military Region will be selected from among other capable individuals."

Su Yu's expression changed slightly. Didn't he know Zhou Zeyuan's character well enough?

In terms of cunning and ruthlessness, he surpasses Song Jiang, the "Timely Rain," but is slightly inferior to Liu Bang, the founder of the Han Dynasty.

If this ideological work is successful, then we are still comrades.

good for everyone!

If even one's thoughts are not upright, then one is a heretic, which is more despicable than a heretic.

But to take advantage of someone and then immediately turn around and punish them is just too egregious!

He lightly tapped his palm on the table, his tone several degrees heavier than before: "Such a big matter, why didn't you even discuss it with me?"

"Chief of Staff. To achieve great things, one must not be bogged down in trifles. If Commander Liu cooperates, he will remain a high-ranking commander with real power. But if he doesn't cooperate..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already clear.

He was transferred to a local position, and the military region also freed up a good position for Liu Chouxi to retire in.

Su Yu looked at Huang Ligui, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Speaking of which, now that you're here, who will preside over the mobilization committee?"

Huang Ligui paused for a moment, then replied, "The 100,000-strong militia plan is on track; the next step is training and adjustments. My role as the director of the mobilization committee is no longer very important. Comrade Zeyuan has taken over the responsibility, and Comrade Ye Fei is assisting him as well."

"To be honest, working in logistics in the provincial military district is also a contribution to the revolution. But I still prefer to be in charge of military affairs in the local area, as it's more comfortable that way."

Su Yu shook her head. "You're much more at ease now. Lock the other person in a dark room."

The key point is that the room is still very bright when you're there.

Before you left, you sealed the windows shut.

Sigh, after spending so much time with Zhou Zeyuan, even an honest comrade like Lao Huang has started to go astray!

Of course, people have varying degrees of closeness or distance. Emotionally, he doesn't object to this approach. He's just worried about the negative impact.

Liu Chouxi, with his long tenure, is indeed a difficult person to deal with.

If Zhou Zeyuan doesn't make some adjustments, Huang Ligui won't be able to control him at all.

If the two military regions fail to cooperate, they will be easily defeated one by one by the enemy.

Unless there's a truly experienced veteran who can keep him in check and make him obediently carry out the battle strategy assigned by his superiors. But how is that possible?

Just as he was pondering this, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

The curtain was lifted, and Division Commander Zhang Qiming strode in.

"Chief of Staff, Commander Huang! I've just received a top-secret intelligence report that you two will surely find interesting."

As he spoke, he took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over.

Su Yu took it, looked down at it, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

The paper contained a translated telegram, the handwriting neat and tidy. He glanced at it, then suddenly chuckled, "This handwriting... it looks familiar. Isn't this your own handwriting?"

Zhang Qiming nodded and explained, "A comrade who broke through from the Central Soviet Area gave me an old code that was used by the Fujian-West Independent Division back then, and I just deciphered it."

"Besides the veterans in our division, only a few central comrades who had a good relationship with our division commander knew about this."

"Those people were of exceptionally high moral character and revolutionary will, making it impossible for the letter to have been leaked. Therefore, the authenticity of this letter is beyond doubt."

Su Yu nodded and looked down at the translation again. He read it slowly, from the first line to the last, his eyes moving slowly across the paper.

He looked at it once, then again, his expression gradually shifting from indifference to surprise, before a slight, enigmatic smile appeared on his lips.

He folded the translation, put it in his pocket, and turned around: "Great, that's wonderful."

Looking at his expression, Huang Ligui felt a surge of curiosity, like a cat scratching at his heart.

But Su Yu did not hand over the telegram, and he could not very well take it to read it.

After all, if this is some top-secret information, the more people who know it, the greater the risk.