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

The wheels clanged as they rolled over the seams of the rails, and the train sped up, the lights outside the windows receding one by one.

When the Red Army soldiers rushed into the station, the train had already traveled more than a hundred meters away from the platform.

The Red Army soldiers at the forefront raised their rifles and fired towards the rear of the vehicle, the bullets striking the steel body and sending sparks flying.

Some people tried to catch up, but the train wheels were spinning faster and faster.

At the rear of the train, a machine gun was mounted on the tail section of the last carriage, its muzzle pointing towards the platform.

The bullet traced an arc in the night sky, and the soldiers at the forefront were forced to the ground.

The train went further and further away, the gunshots faded into the distance, leaving only a blurry black shadow and traces of steam that rapidly disappeared into the night.

Several soldiers collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, watching the departing train, overwhelmed by exhaustion and helplessness.

Just when they thought they could only annihilate half of the enemy army this time, a loud explosion suddenly erupted in the darkness in the distance.

Amidst the raging flames, shattered rails and sleepers, covered in mud and stones, shot skyward, tracing twisted arcs across the night sky.

The foundation at the point where the railway track broke was blown up, creating a large crater.

The train braked sharply and piercingly, sparks flying as the wheels rubbed against the rails.

But the distance was too close and the speed too fast, so it was impossible to stop.

The locomotive crashed into the broken section of track, the carriages lurched violently, and the entire train, like a long snake with its spine severed, slid sideways for more than ten meters before coming to a stop at the junction of the roadbed and the fields.

Inside the train carriage, the world seemed to spin.

Xia Chuzhong had just boarded the bus and hadn't even had a chance to find a seat when the towering flames filled the entire window.

He instinctively cursed: "Which bastard planted a bomb on the railway?"

But before he could finish speaking, the immense inertia had already thrown him out of the air.

He tried to reach out and grab something to steady himself, but his hand was knocked aside by the violent shaking of the carriage, and his head slammed heavily against the carriage wall.

Suddenly everything went black, and I lost consciousness.

The officers sitting in their seats fared no better; as the carriage overturned, they were thrown upside down, chairs and all.

Screams and cries for help echoed through the overturned carriage.

No matter how well-trained and brave they are, they are still powerless in the face of a car accident.

In the distance, in the darkness, a group of people watched the ball of fire and the overturned train, and let out a suppressed cheer.

This was also their first time conducting a live-fire demolition, and to ensure success, they used up all the gunpowder they had saved up.

They were afraid that if they failed to blow up the railway tracks and the Nationalist army escaped, they would have wasted this golden opportunity.

Further away, a young man crouched in the grass, his fists clenched tightly, his expression a mixture of excitement and relief.

A stocky middle-aged man next to him patted him on the shoulder.

"Comrade Li Zhiwen, you've done a great service this time. If Commander Xia knew that his most trusted staff officer had actually caused the annihilation of his entire division, he'd probably be so angry he'd vomit blood."

Li Zhiwen gave an awkward laugh. "No, Secretary Qian, it's unnecessary to kill someone by destroying their spirit."

"That depends on whether Commander Xia dies on the battlefield or becomes a prisoner." The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at him. "If he dies directly, then he can only live as a confused ghost."

Before Li Zhiwen could reply, Secretary Qian's gaze had already turned to the battlefield ahead: "Sigh, let's not talk about this anymore. Look, our soldiers are charging up."

In the distance, a group of Red Army soldiers rushed from the direction of the station and saw the overturned train.

Someone couldn't help but exclaim, "Good heavens, an entire division of people, either trapped in the train or in a train accident. These Kuomintang members are really unlucky."

Immediately, a burst of laughter erupted from the group.

Despite the laughter, the soldiers didn't slow down their work at all.

A dozen men, guns in hand, rushed to the overturned train. The carriages lay on their sides between the roadbed and the fields, the doors and windows pointing towards the sky.

Several Nationalist soldiers who had just climbed out of the car window were met with the dark muzzle of a gun the moment their heads popped out. They immediately shouted: "Don't shoot! We surrender!"

One of the dishonest guys took advantage of the chaos to reach behind his waist. Just as he touched the butt of the gun, there was a loud bang, and a bloody hole appeared in his forehead. His body slid down the side of the carriage.

Several soldiers scrambled onto the roof of the carriage, peering half their bodies through the overturned, upward-facing door, aiming their guns at the interior.

It was pitch black inside, and you couldn't see people's faces. You could only hear heavy breathing and low curses.

"Listen up, you inside! Surrender and you'll be spared!" a soldier shouted. As soon as he finished speaking, a roar came from the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, two bullets were fired from deep inside the carriage, hitting the metal door frame and sending up two bursts of sparks.

The soldier shrank back slightly, but his daily tactical training hadn't been in vain.

His eyes darted around, an idea forming in his mind. He shouted, "If you don't surrender, we'll give you grenades!"

There was a two or three-second silence in the carriage.

Then the voice rang out again: "Go ahead and blow me up if you dare! I swear I'd rather die than surrender!"

But before he could finish speaking, a noise came from the side.

In the darkness, a burly figure pounced and pinned the major to the ground.

"Sir! Sir! We're willing to surrender! He... he's gone mad, talking nonsense, he can't be trusted!"

As soon as he said that, several voices of agreement immediately rang out in the carriage.

Immediately, several people rushed forward and pinned down the major's hands and feet.

"Yes, yes, he's really sick, he's biting people randomly! We surrender! We all surrender, no one is resisting, please don't throw grenades."

A few sounds of flesh colliding came from inside the metal carriage, then silence fell.

A rifle was thrown out of the car window, followed by a second and a third.

From inside the carriage came the fat lieutenant colonel's shout: "Brothers, throw your guns out! Stop firing! Lives matter!"

Immediately, more guns were thrown out.

In the direction of the station, the gunfire on the second train was gradually subsiding.

Apart from a small number of those who resisted stubbornly and were killed on the spot, most people had already surrendered obediently.

The soldiers pointed their guns at the car doors and windows, luring out those who had their hands on their heads one by one and making them squat in an open space.

When the dust settled, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

A sliver of light appeared on the eastern horizon, gradually outlining the fields and railway.

It was only then that Su Yu arrived at the train station.

Order has been restored at the scene, and many KMT prisoners are gathered together and guarded, with guns and ammunition piled up like small mountains.

Upon seeing Su Yu from afar, the on-site commander, Ma Gongcheng, immediately jogged over to greet her, his voice brimming with barely concealed excitement:

"Chief of Staff! Our casualties were not high, with over thirty killed and more than one hundred wounded. We have basically annihilated the Nationalist 98th Division, a very gratifying result! We not only captured a large amount of weapons and ammunition, but also a considerable number of prisoners!"