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

The regiment that Song Tiancai left behind in Nanpu Creek did indeed block the main road leading to Pucheng County.

If you take a detour, it will take three or four hours longer.

Therefore, the Red Army chose to launch a full-scale attack, but this force showed unexpected resilience.

Their firepower wasn't particularly fierce, but they dared to engage the Red Army in hand-to-hand combat.

These were seasoned bandits who were accustomed to killing. In terms of ferocity and ruthlessness, they far surpassed ordinary Nationalist troops, only their weapons were slightly inferior.

After a major expansion, many new recruits of the Red Army, having been tempered on the battlefield and empowered by revolutionary ideology, possessed a fearless and indomitable fighting spirit.

However, the techniques and tactics of close combat require time to hone; physical fitness, experience, and skills cannot be improved overnight.

Therefore, under the cover of artillery fire, Red Army soldiers jumped into the enemy's trenches.

I thought I could easily end the fight, but I ended up kicking a metal plate instead.

In this fierce hand-to-hand combat, the Red Army surprisingly found itself at a disadvantage, and the battlefield situation underwent a complete 180-degree turn.

For a time, the entire battle resembled a Nationalist army attacking a Red Army.

After failing in the first round of attacks, Su Yu decisively adjusted his tactics.

They dispatched flanking troops to infiltrate the enemy's flanks and rear, while launching a feint attack from the front to draw the enemy's attention.

Like most of the Nationalist troops, they panicked immediately upon discovering enemy forces on their flanks and rear, realizing their rear was in danger of being cut off.

The original plan was to fight if we could, and retreat if we couldn't win.

Now that his escape route was cut off, he completely lost his composure.

Those who are in the same boat know their own situation best. Their entire company only has two machine guns, and each person has less than 30 rounds of ammunition.

They might be okay at bayonet fighting, but fighting a fully armed Red Army on the plains would be like being a target for machine guns.

So, after making a final call to his division headquarters, the frontline commander decisively raised the white flag.

In the military camp outside Pucheng, Zhang Yi sat on a cot, his left sleeve rolled up to his elbow, and bandages wrapped from his wrist to his upper arm.

He looked down at his arm and tried to move his fingers. Although there was some dull pain, he was relieved to find that the bones were not broken.

"Damn it, this 'hundred paces, one shot' technique has come at me!"

The curtain was suddenly yanked open from the outside.

Song Tiancai strode in.

"Commander, the situation is dire. The Red Army's offensive is swift and overwhelming; the front lines are about to collapse. We must leave immediately."

Zhang Xi didn't even frown when he heard this; he had already anticipated this outcome.

"Then what are you waiting for? Start the plan now!"

Song Tiancai turned his head and shouted towards the door, "Lieutenant Li!"

A moment later, a young adjutant dressed in a gray military uniform strode in.

Song Tiancai lowered his voice and explained the general outline of the plan. After listening, Lieutenant Li nodded and turned to walk towards the communications department of the command post.

The communications office was located in the east wing of the command post, with the door open.

When Lieutenant Li reached the door, he saw Director Wang, who had been sent by the Central Committee, sitting at the tea table, leisurely sipping his fragrant tea.

When he saw Lieutenant Li enter, he merely raised his eyelids, then lowered his head to take a sip of tea, clearly not taking the adjutant seriously.

Lieutenant Li pulled a telegram from his pocket and said in a respectful but firm tone, "Director Wang, there is an update on the enemy situation that needs to be reported to the Eastern Route Army Command. The Division Commander requests that you send the telegram as soon as possible."

Director Wang reached out and took the telegram, glancing down at a few lines.

He glanced at it a few times, then frowned and impatiently slammed the telegram onto the table.

"What enemy situation? Just two battalions of enemy troops? Is that even worth reporting?"

"The division commander thinks this might be a trap set by the Red Army. They're deliberately sending a few hundred men to lure us out, then setting up an ambush to wipe out our troops. It's better to report this to the authorities."

Director Wang sneered, "Lieutenant Li, isn't the division commander being cowardly and avoiding battle? He's afraid of facing a few hundred Red Army soldiers. These are clearly Red Army guerrillas. If this continues, the villages surrounding Pucheng will all be under Red Army control."

Lieutenant Li's face darkened: "Director Wang, this is none of your business. Your job is to send out the telegram. That's your responsibility. You need to understand, you're just a communications director, not a military supervisor."

Director Wang's face stiffened for a moment, and he was about to get angry, but when he met Lieutenant Li's cold eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

In the end, he picked up the telegram, turned around, walked to the radio station, and handed it to the translator standing next to him.

Lieutenant Li did not rush to leave. He stood at the door, watching the telegraph operator skillfully translate the telegram into code.

Only after the telegram was sent did he nod slightly, turn around, and walk out of the communications office.

He used to exchange a few polite words, but now...

A bunch of dead people, what's the point of being polite!

About three minutes later.

A gunshot shattered the afternoon tranquility.

Then came the second and third shots, followed by a rapid barrage of fire.

Director Wang suddenly stood up, knocking over the table and spilling tea all over the floor.

Without a second thought, he grabbed the pistol on the table, drew it, and rushed to the door...

Several bullets were fired at the head.

The whole process was smooth and natural, as if it had been rehearsed countless times.

The bullet struck his chest, and he was thrown backward, falling heavily back into the threshold of the communications station.

He couldn't even see the enemy's shadow.

But that wasn't the end of it. Then another burst of gunfire rang out, and the bullets pierced his body, causing him to tremble several times on the ground.

A group of figures surged in from the entrance of the communications office, firing their guns at the still panicked communications soldiers.

Some tried to resist but were knocked to the ground; others tried to escape, but footwork was no match for marksmanship.

Gunshots rang out in the room, and screams echoed throughout.

The leader walked a few steps to the radio, raised the butt of his gun, and slammed it down hard.

With a sharp crack, the radio's control panel shattered, scattering parts all over the floor.

He fired two more shots, deforming the receiver as well.

The two soldiers behind him then fired shots at the still convulsing figures on the ground, their movements swift and without any unnecessary pauses.

Finally, the leader pulled two grenades from his waist, pulled the pins, and threw them into the inner room of the communications office, one on each side.

"Boom! Boom!" Two explosions rang out almost simultaneously, and shockwaves carrying smoke and dust billowed out of the doors and windows.

The communications office was completely silent.

In this situation, unless someone is as resilient as a cockroach, there is absolutely no chance of survival.

To be fair, Zhang Yi is quite professional at doing this kind of shady work.

The same raids didn't just happen at the communications station; the command post was where the "rebels" focused their fire.

Then came the situation when the Red Army was pressing in, the front lines were lost, the command post was attacked, and communications were cut off.

In order to preserve its manpower, the 75th Division reluctantly and resolutely abandoned Pucheng.

All I can say is that the person who came up with this script must have had some experience; otherwise, they could never have done it so flawlessly.