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

The flames of war raged on both sides of the Qujiang River, but Zhou Zeyuan seemed deaf to them, sleeping deeper and deeper into his sleep.

He has always had a high quality of sleep and rarely dreams.

But this time, he had an incredibly vivid nightmare.

West of the Xiang River, the main force of the Red Army was engaged in a bloody battle with the main forces of the Hunan and Guangxi armies, striving to ensure that the crossing point would not be lost.

Every moment, countless warriors shed their blood on the battlefield.

East of the Xiang River, Red Army soldiers carried heavy luggage through the mountains and forests, with the Nationalist bombers bombing overhead.

Many comrades fell in pools of blood.

At this moment, the teacher appeared, riding a fast horse and anxiously weaving through the crowd.

But then the scene shifts, and the teacher starts to get angry. Sitting opposite him is a fake foreigner and a real foreigner.

The teacher seemed to be advising the soldiers to throw away their luggage, lighten their load, and travel light.

But the reply they received was: "Just tell the soldiers to speed up their march and get less sleep."

Even in his dreams, Zhou Zeyuan felt his anger rising straight to the top of his head.

It is said that dreams are the most likely to bring back the most memorable moments of one's life.

For Zhou Zeyuan, the most heartbreaking moment was the bloody battle at the Xiang River.

The dream continued, and a burly man appeared, pulling the teacher aside to analyze the current battlefield situation.

Then he yelled: "Old Li, take care of that foreign devil, and all these problems will be solved. If you don't dare to do it, I will. I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

That's so inspiring!

Who is this again?

I don't quite remember, but there was probably only one person with a more fiery temper than me.

The following scenes flash back to the rearguard division, the Eighth Red Army Corps, and the Xiang River stained with blood.

The curtain was pulled back, and a ray of blinding sunlight shone in, hitting Zhou Zeyuan's face directly.

He suddenly woke up, his eyes instinctively squinting, and then he saw a staff officer standing at the door, holding a document in his hand, looking somewhat anxious.

"Commander, I'm sorry to disturb your sleep. But we have some very important intelligence here, and the Chief of Staff said you must know it."

Zhou Zeyuan sat up and rubbed his temples. The images from his dream were still churning in his mind, each frame like a knife etched into his bones.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his turbulent emotions, and regained his usual composure.

"It's alright, I've had enough sleep. You've come at just the right time." He stood up, stretched his limbs, and followed the staff officer toward the command room.

The command room was filled with smoke; apart from Zhou Zeyuan and Su Yu, everyone else in the entire army headquarters was a heavy smoker.

Su Yu was bending over the map, sketching on it with a pencil, when she heard footsteps and looked up.

As soon as Zhou Zeyuan entered, he asked, "How's the fighting going at the front?"

Su Yu straightened up, casually tucking the pencil behind her ear: "In just one morning, we broke through three enemy lines of defense and advanced one kilometer. At this rate, we can reach the walls of Quzhou within three days."

"Isn't that great?" Zhou Zeyuan walked to the table, picked up a teacup, and took a sip of cold tea.

"This is just a good start!" Su Yu changed the subject, pointing to the dense markings around Quzhou on the map.

"The enemy's defenses become increasingly formidable the deeper you go. If we were to push forward head-on and actually take Quzhou, the casualties would likely be considerable."

Zhou Zeyuan paused for a moment, then put down his teacup. "Never mind, let's not talk about that now. Isn't there important intelligence?"

Su Yu glanced around and waved.

The operations staff understood and filed out, with the last one closing the curtain behind him.

The command room fell silent, with only the hissing of the kerosene lamp on the wall remaining.

Su Yu pulled up a chair for Zhou Zeyuan, gesturing for him to sit down, and then sat down opposite him. "Do you remember the two pilots we arrested yesterday?"

Zhou Zeyuan's eyes sharpened: "I remember, you extracted important information from them?"

"The wounded pilot who was hit is still in a coma, but the other pilot... under the influence of the political officers, has cooperated and revealed a lot of information. This includes their bombing missions in the Xiaoshui area."

Zhou Zeyuan frowned, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

"According to him..." Su Yu's voice lowered, "Our Red Army carried out a relocation-style retreat, with a large amount of cumbersome supplies that were neither convenient for maneuver nor for concealment."

"Under the bombing of the enemy air force... our army suffered heavy casualties. Enemy pilots bombing our army is like scalding ants with boiling water."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Zeyuan slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacup to jump and water to splash all over the table.

"Damn foreign devil!" he cursed through gritted teeth, his eyes practically spitting fire. "Old Peng was right, he should have been shot dead!"

Su Yu was taken aback, her face full of doubt: "When did Lao Peng tell you about this? Their legion's radios have such low power, they can't send telegrams to us at all."

Zhou Zeyuan snorted: "Of course we can't get in touch. I think, given Lao Peng's personality, he would definitely say that. Hmph, if we could get in touch, I would definitely rebel against him."

Su Yu shook her head with a wry smile, not responding to the conversation.

"Zeyuan, saying hurtful things now won't help. I know you're always the most resourceful; can you come up with an idea?"

"The thought of our soldiers being slaughtered by the enemy keeps me restless. But I am now in command, how can I possibly cope?"

Zhou Zeyuan raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the map, and his heart calmed down.

"We need to think of a way. The teacher has prestige, and we have ability. If we could unite, everyone would have to obey. But unfortunately, we're separated now."

"We don't know their situation, and they don't know how strong we are. Both sides have their concerns, and we are at the mercy of the Central Military Commission."

Upon hearing this, Su Yu's eyes suddenly lit up: "If it's just about letting our comrades know our situation... then there is a way."

"If you have a solution, just say so. Why are you being so indecisive?" Zhou Zeyuan waved his hand impatiently.

Su Yu lowered her voice and said, word by word, "We can send a message in plain text, nationwide. That way, Lao Peng's radio station can receive our message. But..."

He paused, glancing at Zhou Zeyuan's expression. "I just don't know what to post. Besides, this is a serious violation of discipline. At least one of us three needs to be dismissed and investigated to take the blame."

Zhou Zeyuan sized Su Yu up and down. "When you say that, can you please stop staring straight at me? Can't you be a little more considerate?"