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

"You're a real freak! You're skilled in literature, martial arts, medicine, and debate—is there anything you can't do?"

"I can't have children! Well, most of the time I'm not good at bowing my head, especially to an idiot!" Zhou Zeyuan said this without hiding his contempt.

This time, Xun Huaizhou really didn't dare to continue the conversation, and his figure quickly disappeared at the gate of the courtyard.

Zhou Zeyuan fell into deep thought...

To be honest, the reason we were able to survive in the Soviet areas all these years was not just because we were lucky.

[People's Hearts and Minds System]

I. The Dimension of Human Nature

The power of words: Extreme persuasive language skills, adept at mobilizing, persuading, negotiating, and uniting people, with a strong effect on both groups and individuals.

Psychological insight: Perceiving others' emotions, loyalty, intentions, and dangers, making one almost infallible in recognizing and employing people.

II. Life Dimension

Long-lasting Qi and Blood: Physical constitution, recovery ability, and disease resistance far exceed those of ordinary people, resulting in a longer lifespan.

Danger Avoidance: Passively reduces the probability of assassination, stray bullets, and accidental death, providing strong protection.

With these features tailor-made for officialdom, if someone were to transmigrate to a world like Mingyi, they would be able to slaughter everyone in sight.

But unfortunately, in his second life he transmigrated to a world of cultivation, and all he could do was laugh!

There's not much to talk about in Zhou Zeyuan's first life: a struggling writer and a political commentator who never lost an online argument but never won a real-life one!

In his second life, the Gou system crashed during his transmigration, taking him to a world of cultivation.

Ultimately, with his great perseverance, great fortune, and great wisdom, he climbed to the peak step by step. He only needed to overcome the tribulation to ascend to immortality.

Unexpectedly, he was targeted by the Heavenly Dao, which arranged a five-fold inner demon tribulation for him. He was required to uphold his Dao heart and ignore the mortal world within the five illusions in order to pass the tribulation and ascend to immortality.

Zhou Zeyuan asked himself, and he felt that his Dao heart had been polished smooth and clear through a hundred years of worldly trials and hundreds of years of cultivation, without a single crack.

Past events are like fleeting clouds; only the Great Way resides in my heart!

But who could have imagined that in the fifth illusion, Heaven, disregarding martial virtue, would arrange for him to become a little beggar?

It was 1927, the sixteenth year of the Republic of China. The country was in turmoil, and the authorities were too busy taking care of themselves to have any time to care about the lives of ordinary people like them.

Fortunately, it was autumn, and many people still had surplus grain at home. Just as they were getting hungry, a sesame seed cake was offered to them.

He scoffed inwardly, "How could mere hunger possibly sway my resolve?"

But his hands moved of their own accord, grabbing the food and wolfing it down, when suddenly a warm and familiar Hunan accent rang in his ears: "Little one, eat slowly, don't choke!"

Zhou Zeyuan was shocked. He looked up abruptly and met the person's concerned gaze and gentle smile. His eyes instantly filled with tears!

"Little one, come with me!" When he saw that strong and powerful hand reaching out in front of him, his Dao heart, which had been tempered by a hundred years of hardships, shattered into dust!

At this moment, he no longer cared whether it was real or fake!

Everywhere was filled with sorrow and bloodshed, all for the sake of saving the people!

Even though the body she transmigrated into was only twelve years old and extremely thin, she resolutely set off for Jinggang Mountain.

What is the meaning of mere immortality in the Dao?

What he wanted was immortality.

Coming to his senses, he called out to the door, "Xiao Zhong!"

The guard ran out from the next room, shouting, "Here!"

"Go and bring Deputy Division Commander Liu here."

"yes!"

Not long after, Deputy Division Commander Liu Feng arrived. He was a man in his early thirties, big and burly, but he was more meticulous than anyone else when it came to logistics, and he could stretch every penny.

The only downside is that I was terrified of hunger when I was a child, and I can't resist food. I always want to stuff a few more handfuls of fried noodles into my pocket.

"Commander, what's the matter?"

Zhou Zeyuan closed the door. "Take a few men and take all the little savings I've accumulated over the years. Leave nothing behind, take it all."

Liu Feng was taken aback: "Commander, that's our division's most valuable asset! Didn't you say we shouldn't use it unless absolutely necessary?"

"This is a last resort. We're going to war, a major war." As Zhou Zeyuan spoke, he pointed to several gasoline drums piled up in the corner. "Also, take those things with me, not a single one can be missing."

The gasoline cans were covered in a layer of dust in the corner. Liu Feng had noticed them long ago, but he had never figured out why the division commander had put them there.

"Commander, this gasoline drum...it contains gasoline?"

"Don't worry about what's in it, just take it with you."

Liu Feng didn't ask any more questions and turned to arrange manpower.

The so-called slush fund doesn't hide money or guns, but soldiers!

Local militia forces are not nominally under the command of field troops, and their mobilization usually requires the cooperation of the local Party committee.

Zhou Zeyuan exploited this loophole to prevent a large number of promising young talents from becoming cannon fodder.

The division commander who was parachuted in had not established any authority in the local area and could not command these militiamen at all.

He was unjustly dismissed from his post, and the local authorities were very opposed to the new commander. He also faced constant threats from enemies. For those academics, this was a dead end.

Once the situation deteriorated, Zhou Zeyuan was reinstated and tasked with cleaning up the mess.

Local militias responded enthusiastically, and the Independent Division quickly restored its combat effectiveness, winning several battles and stabilizing the situation.

As much of the spoils of war as possible, such as weapons, ammunition, food, and cloth, should be distributed to the local armed forces.

If you cause trouble again, just do it all over again!

The key point is that all of these practices are compliant!

He had just been reinstated when he disobeyed orders again, ignoring the command to fight a positional war. Instead, he used a feint attack and a strategy of avoiding the enemy's strength and attacking their weakness, wiping out the 85th Division's transport team and a battalion responsible for escorting them.

As a result, his superiors neither rewarded nor criticized him, and were determined to ignore him!

Zhou Zeyuan thought at the time that these two probably wanted to leave him in the Soviet area to fight as a guerrilla, but in order to prevent being dismissed again, they did not recall their own people from the local armed forces.

Unexpectedly, they went even further, sending him to the advance team and kicking him far away.

The annihilation of the advance team was largely due to insufficient strength; the Seventh Army had only four thousand men and twelve hundred guns.

Two thousand new soldiers were urgently recruited in Ruijin, but their weapons were all broadswords, spears, and javelins, so they could only perform some logistical work.

With this level of strength, they couldn't even defeat a full-strength division of the National Revolutionary Army, let alone his Fujian-West Independent Division!

At least he still had more than 2,000 men under his command, 1,500 guns, more than 30 light and heavy machine guns, and 12 mortars, though they were short of ammunition, averaging only seven rounds per mortar.

This was after the previous division commander had already ruined the place; otherwise, the Minxi Independent Division at its peak would have had twice the personnel and equipment.

Of these 1,500 guns, more than half were recently "rewarded" by the Kuomintang soldiers on the other side.