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

The principal seemed to notice the faint worry between his brows, so he softened his tone and comforted him:

"Junru, I know you're feeling a bit down. The situation in Fujian is indeed tricky, but the responsibility doesn't fall solely on you. You've worked so hard for so long, so take this opportunity to get away and clear your head."

"After we wipe out the Red Army, we'll also have to eliminate all the warlords one by one. At that time, you'll have plenty of opportunities to use your skills. Just think of this as a trip abroad to relax and clear your mind. Don't have so many burdens on your mind."

Wei Lihuang stood up and bowed slightly: "Thank you for your consideration, Principal."

He said that, but he was thinking about something else.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong: what if he was pulled back to put out a fire halfway through his trip?

He bid farewell to the principal, walked out of the office, and arrived at the main gate of the Nanchang Military Headquarters.

Wei Lihuang stood on the steps, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, as if to expel all the stale air that had accumulated in his chest over the past few days.

He was about to walk down the steps and get into the car that was already waiting at the door to go home.

Suddenly, the sound of a rapid engine came from ahead.

A black sedan sped from the street corner, and screeched to a halt at the entrance of the camp.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, the back door was flung open, and a middle-aged man with a stern face, dressed in a dark suit, quickly got out, carrying a briefcase, and hurried up the steps.

Wei Lihuang recognized the person and greeted him casually, "Oh, it's Yu Nong! Why are you in such a hurry?"

Dai Yunong, the head of the Special Service Department, who had just gotten out of the car, looked up and saw Wei Lihuang standing at the door. He immediately put on a smile and quickly walked over, his hurried expression gone.

"Oh, it's General Wei! Are you here to say goodbye to the principal?"

"Yeah. Hey, don't call me boss anymore, I was fired a long time ago, I'm free of official duties now."

Dai Yunong laughed heartily, his tone carrying a hint of flattery: "Haha, you're joking. The principal has seen your merits and hard work, and everyone has seen them too. Your reinstatement, or even further promotion, is only a matter of time."

He originally wanted to say that he had urgent business to attend to and would not keep him company, but when the words were about to come out, he felt that saying that might make him seem too snobbish.

He had just been dismissed from his post, and I didn't even have time for a few polite words before I was in a hurry to leave.

If people feel slighted, they might offend them.

So he immediately changed his tune, "Commander, I've just received some important intelligence regarding changes in the Red Army's high command and military movements. I'm preparing to report it to the Principal. Would you like me to come with you?"

Upon hearing "changes in the Red Army's high command and military movements," Wei Lihuang's expression turned as if he had seen a monstrous flood. He quickly waved his hand, saying, "No, no, no. Since it's important intelligence, it's safer if fewer people know. And don't tell me I'm not in a position to get involved in military affairs right now."

As he spoke, he backed down the steps. "My wife is waiting for me, so I'll have to go now. I won't keep you company any longer. Let's keep in touch sometime, and I'll bring you some local specialties from Europe."

Without waiting for Dai Yunong's response, he turned and got into the car.

The engine started, and the black sedan slowly drove away from the camp gate.

Dai Yunong was left standing alone, watching the car drive away, and muttered to himself, "Sigh, these military bigwigs still look down on us spies."

He shook his head and quickly composed himself.

After all, he was holding some very important intelligence.

This was the perfect opportunity to showcase the capabilities of their intelligence service to the principal.

Of course, he was also prepared to be scolded, or even have a teacup hit on the head.

After all, the Red Army had touched a nerve with the principal this time.

But it doesn't matter. The angrier the principal is, the more he cares. Once his anger subsides, he will value you even more.

Meanwhile, inside a luxurious mansion in Nanchang.

The bedroom was dimly lit with heavy curtains drawn.

Gu Zhutong, still hungover from last night's drinking, was lying on the soft bed, snoring loudly, fast asleep.

The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang urgently, its ringtone shrill.

Gu Zhutong turned over and mumbled something indistinctly, trying to drive the annoying sound out of his dream.

But the phone kept ringing relentlessly, one ring after another, showing no sign of stopping.

He finally opened his heavy eyelids, reached for the receiver, and put it to his ear. "Hello? Who is this?"

A calm and polite voice came from the other end of the phone; it was one of the principal's personal adjutants.

Gu Zhutong's drowsiness vanished almost instantly.

He sat up abruptly. "Okay, I'll be right there."

He hung up the phone, quickly got up, washed and changed clothes, all in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

As he stepped out the door and got into his car, the morning breeze rushed towards him, completely dispelling the last vestiges of his drunkenness.

Pushing open the door to that familiar conference room, Gu Zhutong's gaze first swept across the room—the principal sat in the main seat, his expression unchanged, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Meanwhile, Dai Yunong, the head of the Special Service Department, who was sitting to the side, had a white gauze wrapped around his forehead, with a faint red mark showing through the edge of the gauze.

Gu Zhutong was taken aback for a moment, then he understood.

This is most likely another instance where the principal lost his temper and took it out on the head of the secret service.

But he wouldn't say it aloud. Instead, as he sat down, he joked, "Hey, Director Dai, what's wrong with you?"

Dai Yunong quickly stood up, bowed slightly, and said with a smile, "Oh, Commander-in-Chief Gu, it's like this, last night when I got up in the middle of the night, I accidentally tripped on the threshold and fell. Please forgive me, please forgive me."

Gu Zhutong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, did not ask any further questions, and turned his gaze to the principal in the main seat.

The principal coughed, closed the folder in front of him, and said, "Mo San, Yu Nong has brought very important intelligence. The Red Army is preparing to assemble tens of thousands of troops to launch a surprise attack on eastern Zhejiang."

"They want to establish a foothold in our heartland and make us bleed continuously, which is absolutely unacceptable."

Gu Zhutong immediately sat up straight, his back ramrod straight. After a moment's thought, he said, "Principal, this is clearly a desperate act by the Red Army, and we must be on guard. I will immediately order Yu Jishi to maintain a tight defense and not give the Red Army any opportunity to take advantage."

The principal shook his head, his tone leaving no room for argument: "No, Zhejiang's military strength is weak. Relying solely on the local garrison is insufficient to withstand the main force of the Red Army. You must immediately transfer at least three armies from the Northern Route Army to deploy in the eastern Zhejiang area."

Gu Zhutong's expression changed slightly upon hearing this. "Three armies? Principal, that's nearly half of our mobile forces. If they've all been transferred to Zhejiang, then our plan to encircle and annihilate Xun Huaizhou will likely be ineffective."