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

Su Yu held the telegram in her hand, unable to applaud, and simply smiled at Zhou Zeyuan.

Even with Zhou Zeyuan's composure, he couldn't help but drift away for a few seconds in this situation.

He stood in the center of the training platform, his eyes slightly narrowed, and let out a long sigh amidst the applause and cheers of the audience.

But after only a few breaths, he opened his eyes wide, reached out his hand, and made a downward pressing motion.

The applause gradually subsided, and the auditorium returned to silence.

Zhou Zeyuan took the telegram from Su Yu and began to read it.

His gaze swept quickly across the paper, but after only a moment, he looked up in surprise at Su Yu.

Su Yu met his gaze, her eyes brimming with laughter, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn upwards.

Zhou Zeyuan muttered under his breath, "Old Su, you've gone astray... you actually saved this surprise for last."

Xun Huaizhou, standing next to him, kept craning his neck to glance at the telegram, and retorted, "Isn't this all something I learned from you?"

Zhou Zeyuan glared at him, instinctively wanting to retort, but then he noticed hundreds of eyes staring at him from below the stage.

Oh well, he got promoted today, I won't bother with him. After all, he's just a baby who's a little over 200 months old, it's normal for him to be a bit mischievous.

He looked down and continued reading the telegram, skimming through it quickly, and soon turned to the next page.

Xun Huaizhou, still craning his neck, said, "Slow down! I haven't finished reading yet, why are you turning the page again?"

Zhou Zeyuan ignored him, folded the telegram after reading it, and stuffed it into his pocket: "Alright, we'll discuss it again after the meeting."

He turned around, picked up the megaphone, and tapped it twice.

The thuds echoed throughout the auditorium, drawing everyone's attention back to him.

Zhou Zeyuan announced loudly, "I have some good news to share with everyone: the main force of the Central Committee has shaken off the Kuomintang pursuers and successfully moved to the outer lines of operations. Soon, the Central Committee will establish new base areas."

"I believe that before long, the central government's 100,000-strong army will be able to coordinate with us, creating a favorable situation for a pincer attack on the Kuomintang diehards from the east and west."

There was a brief silence at first, followed by even more enthusiastic applause and cheers.

The roof of the auditorium vibrated and hummed, and even the red curtains hanging on the walls trembled slightly in the sound.

On the stage, Su Yu and Xun Huaizhou exchanged a glance. They both understood the shock in each other's eyes.

The main force of the Central Army was still struggling in the encirclement of the National Army. They had just read the secret report about the bloody battle of Xiangjiang River a few hours ago, and every word of the telegram was still imprinted in their minds.

Ke Zeyuan stood on the stage and, in front of all the commanders and soldiers, told a colossal lie.

Without even blinking!

However, morale must be boosted, so the two could only applaud enthusiastically.

Su Yu clapped her hands, her face beaming with joy, as if she had truly heard some incredible good news.

Xun Huaizhou stood next to him, grinning, clapping louder than anyone else.

The same thought flashed through their minds simultaneously—how lucky! This guy is a good teammate!

To be fair, Zhou Zeyuan was not one to gloss over problems. Back when he was in the Fujian-West Independent Division, he would have dared to tell his soldiers about any serious situation.

Back then, there were fewer people, so he could talk to each of them individually and keep everyone's morale high.

More importantly, the composition of the entire unit was relatively pure, consisting mainly of local Fujian farmers.

Many of them also had deep-seated hatred towards the Kuomintang.

At that time, let alone deserting, some wounded soldiers, who had difficulty moving around, would rather use crutches than leave the unit.

But that's not possible now; with tens of thousands of people, there are all sorts of people.

Zhou Zeyuan chose the campaign of complaining and immediate replacement of prisoners, abandoning the path of building an elite force, and therefore inevitably had to bear the corresponding side effects!

So in the following lectures, Zhou Zeyuan, in addition to following the original lesson plan, taught everyone how to deal with emergencies in various scenarios.

In particular, how should we respond flexibly when we find that the orders from superiors conflict with the actual situation during combat?

His entire approach was to first clearly understand the superior's operational intentions, and all tasks and orders should revolve around these intentions.

If you're unsure, just ask.

Understanding the operational intent means understanding the core of the entire campaign, and all contingency plans must revolve around this core.

If a superior chooses to act as a riddle-maker in order to maintain secrecy, causing subordinates to make poor decisions when faced with emergencies, then the superior must bear at least half the responsibility.

Zhou Zeyuan, through a series of real-world cases, tried his best to break down and explain the principles of the command chain, feeding them the knowledge bit by bit.

During this period, ideological education should also be carried out, firstly emphasizing the importance of military discipline and that orders from superiors should be carried out without any compromise!

The second point is to build confidence. This was brought up incidentally when explaining the role of organization in the combat effectiveness of the army.

Appropriately emphasizing the dominant role of organization in war naturally leads to the conclusion that a highly organized Red Army will inevitably win the final victory.

The instructors present listened intently, their pens scribbling as they typed in their notebooks.

These things are their best educational materials!

When it was 10 p.m., Zhou Zeyuan, unusually, did not extend the class time and ended the day's lessons cleanly and efficiently.

Back in his office, Zhou Zeyuan had barely sat down when Xun Huaizhou rushed over, his face full of urgency. "Zeyuan, quickly give me the telegram."

"Take your time reading it. There's a lot of information here. Feel free to ask if you don't understand anything." Zhou Zeyuan took out the stack of telegrams from his pocket, then closed his eyes and pretended to doze off.

"Tch, what a charade. I'm not any less intelligent than you," Xun Huaizhou muttered under his breath as he took the telegram.

Su Yu, sitting to the side, just shook her head with a wry smile!

The central government's replies are increasingly becoming cryptic.

If it were so easy to understand the deeper meaning, he wouldn't have needed to rush to find Zhou Zeyuan.

After watching for only a moment, Xun Huaizhou suddenly slammed his hand on the table. "Good heavens! This is truly a generous gesture!"

Zhou Zeyuan opened his eyes, yawned, and said, "What's there to be reluctant about? This number should have been ours to begin with."

Zhou Zeyuan naturally understood what Xun Huaizhou was shocked about; in fact, he was quite shocked when he saw it just now.

The first half of the telegram, apart from appointing Zhou Zeyuan as the commander-in-chief of the Northern Expeditionary Force against Japanese aggression, also included...

He also mentioned that democrats in various places are working hard to advocate for peace, and hoped that comrades in the local areas could actively cooperate.

We must win not only the military battle, but also the political battle.

However, it was also emphasized that, while ensuring victory in the military battle, it is essential to fight the political battle as well as possible.

Well, that familiar tone, that familiar feeling.

Has the Desolate Heavenly Emperor returned?