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

The gunshots in the military compound tonight were not an accident, but rather a deliberate act.

The purpose of firing on the core of military and political institutions is self-evident.

If you look at what Li Shimin did when he led his troops to Xuanwu Gate, everything will become clear.

In the center of the compound, there is a separate courtyard.

Light streamed through the windows, illuminating the open space in the courtyard with distinct light and shadow. Two rows of people in prison uniforms stood in the open space, about twenty or thirty in total. Armed soldiers surrounded them all around the courtyard.

Zhou Zeyuan stood under the eaves, holding a cup of tea in his hand, his gaze calmly sweeping over the people in the courtyard.

Yu Qiubai stood by the window, looking at the scene outside through the gap in the curtains, his brows slightly furrowed.

Zhou Zeyuan turned around and nodded to an officer in the courtyard. The officer understood and waved his hand.

Several soldiers stepped forward, untied the ropes binding the prisoners, and handed them a set of gray cloth uniforms.

"Change into them." The officer's voice carried an undeniable air of authority.

The prisoners looked at each other, some hesitated for a moment, but after glancing at the gun barrels around them, they lowered their heads and began to change their clothes.

The action was swift; in less than two minutes, twenty or thirty "soldiers" dressed in Red Army uniforms stood in the courtyard.

The officer stepped back a few paces and glanced at Zhou Zeyuan again. Zhou Zeyuan nodded slightly.

Then gunshots rang out.

Those twenty or thirty figures in Red Army uniforms fell one after another amidst the gunfire.

In the courtyard, the prisoners were quickly carried away by soldiers.

The entire courtyard returned to peace.

The bloodstains on the ground were hastily cleaned up and were barely visible, but careful observation still revealed some clues.

Yu Qiubai walked back from the window, sat down in a chair, and sighed: "Do you have to act so realistically? I'm afraid that if you overdo it, it will damage the morale of the troops."

Zhou Zeyuan walked back from outside and sat down opposite Yu Qiubai, his expression calm as ever: "It's alright. First, we need to limit the spread of information and try not to affect the morale of the grassroots."

"Then, once the Kuomintang has fallen for our trap, we'll explain things to the soldiers properly. When they realize the Kuomintang has been tricked, it won't affect their morale; on the contrary, it will boost it."

Yu Qiubai was relieved and nodded, "Alright. Quickly clean up the scene and get everyone out of there. It looks really creepy."

"This is nothing. Next, we'll get you some new bodyguards. Don't be too docile then; get into a little argument with them. You have to play your part properly."

Yu Qiubai was stunned for a moment, then realized: "Oh, that's a clever move. You're such a quick thinker."

The next day, the work arrangements for the entire military region remained the same.

It was as if nothing had happened.

But in the minds of many cadres, this so-called normalcy is precisely the most abnormal thing.

In an instant, all sorts of rumors and undercurrents were swirling!

This further solidified the suspicions of the Kuomintang agents who came from Shanghai.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Zeyuan announced the readjustment of the combat plan, and ordered the entire staff to conduct closed-door operations.

This mysterious approach only fueled everyone's curiosity.

At this time, the Nationalist army began to move around more and more frequently.

Especially along the Minjiang River, Jiang Dingwen stationed a large number of troops in Yanping, and Fuzhou also received new reinforcements.

It was obvious to anyone with eyes that the Nationalist army was eager to open up the Minjiang River waterway.

Meanwhile, the Red Army continued its preparations for war at a leisurely pace.

Several mountain roads were repaired, including the one Su Yu took when he went south to Youxi.

Therefore, it can be basically concluded that the Red Army was determined to strike after the enemy had made their move.

But this did not make a certain high-ranking member of the National Revolutionary Army feel relieved; on the contrary, he felt immense pressure.

The lessons learned from the Battle of Gutian were truly devastating.

Especially since Su Yu's army was returning north, even if an attack was launched immediately, it would still be inevitable to fight Su Yu along the Minjiang River.

The thought sent chills down Jiang Dingwen's spine.

How come this task has ended up on my shoulders again after all this time?

As for Wei Lihuang?

He has been freed and is now on his way to Nanchang to report on his work.

If all goes well, he will spend the next year traveling all over Europe.

In Nanchang, preparations are already underway for a farewell party for General Wei.

Many of his friends in the military were deeply saddened by this.

When the Red Army was at its most rampant, Lao Wei took the blame.

Now the tide has turned, and the main force of the Red Army has fled westward, already showing signs of becoming roving bandits.

Now that the advantage is in my hands, Lao Wei has been sent abroad.

They won't even give him a chance to redeem himself!

She was even more wronged than Dou E!

But only Wei Lihuang himself knew the answer: why wasn't he running?

If you don't run away and continue leading troops, you'll only be scapegoated more!

These people actually thought that the Red Army in Jiangxi had fled, and that the Red Army in Fujian and Zhejiang had lost its backbone and would soon be vulnerable.

Some even naively believed that their morale could be undermined through political inducement to surrender.

It is euphemistically called seven parts politics and three parts military.

He scoffed at this kind of blind optimism.

There's no such thing as an easy task.

Even if the Red Army had lost the capital, they wouldn't necessarily collapse!

But at this point, he couldn't care less about any of that; making a quick getaway was the only thing that mattered!

The day after the farewell party ended, Wei Lihuang got up very early.

Her hair was neatly combed. She stood in front of the mirror for a moment, sighed silently at her slightly haggard face in the mirror, and then turned and went out the door.

Wei Lihuang walked along the blue brick road to the door of that familiar office, straightened his collar, and went inside.

The principal was already sitting behind his desk, looking at a document.

Seeing Wei Lihuang enter, he gave him a smile that carried a hint of encouragement: "Junru is here, have a seat."

Wei Lihuang sat down in the chair opposite the desk, his back very straight.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, asking about each other's health and whether everything was settled at home.

But these casual remarks were just an appetizer; the conversation quickly turned to the ongoing campaign to suppress bandits.

The principal was in high spirits.

He talked about the progress on the Jiangxi battlefield, the cooperation from Hunan, and then about the statements from several warlords in Guangxi and Guangdong.

He spoke with great enthusiasm, his words revealing an unwavering confidence, as if the annihilation of the Red Army was imminent, and the only remaining questions were how and when to close the net.

He even talked about thoroughly reorganizing the local forces in the southwestern provinces after the bandit suppression was over.

Wei Lihuang sat there, listening quietly, occasionally offering a few words of agreement.

But the feeling of unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

Wei Lihuang had a deep understanding of the Red Army's fighting power and resilience.

Their vitality is as tenacious as wild grass; they are not so easily eradicated.

But he wouldn't provoke the principal at this time.

After all, I'm here to say goodbye, not to argue.