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

Jiang Dingwen was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting the other party to dare to talk back in front of so many people.

If this were in the past, even if it were one of He Jian's subordinates, he would have given them a taste of their own medicine.

But now, after several battles, he has long been known as a defeated general.

Many people privately mocked him, saying he was all talk and no action.

His former authority, which was once absolute, has been greatly diminished. If Luo Lin is truly forced to break off relations in public, his various ragtag troops will only become more rebellious.

He forcefully suppressed the raging anger in his chest, and his tone softened somewhat: "Commander Luo, I know that the Hunan Army brothers have been fighting bitterly for days, suffering heavy casualties, and everyone is harboring resentment. The Wufeng Mountain position is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and the fact that we haven't been able to take it after a long siege is not entirely due to your officers and soldiers not putting in the effort."

"But the principal's orders are clear: take the hill within a limited time. Neither of us has a way out."

"How about this, I'll transfer a portion of my reserves to support your division's operations, and all artillery positions will be prioritized for your support."

"Once we break through Wufeng Mountain, all captured supplies will be prioritized for replenishing the Hunan Army. As for compensation for the wounded and the injured, I will personally request that funds be allocated for you. I hope that Commander Luo will prioritize the overall situation for now and urge the troops to launch another fierce offensive."

Luo Lin's expression softened somewhat, but he still persisted, saying, "Commander-in-Chief Jiang, the benefits you're offering are all empty promises. Those ordinary soldiers won't buy into these nice words. We can continue the attack, but the sincerity needed to boost morale is up to you."

Jiang Dingwen's face stiffened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, leave it to me. Commander Luo, you go back and assemble the troops first, I'll be there shortly."

Luo Lin gave a military salute, then turned and left!

After everyone left the command post, Jiang Dingwen cursed angrily, "Damn it! I knew long ago that these warlords couldn't be trusted!"

Then, he turned to his staff officer and instructed, "Xiao Luo, go and move the boxes out of my bedroom."

As he said this, his face contorted, as if he were being stabbed repeatedly in the heart.

Jiang Dingwen kept his word.

The adjutant directed a group of guards to carry three heavy wooden crates out of the bedroom in the backyard of the command post.

As soon as the lid was lifted, the twilight light fell on the rows of neatly stacked silver coins inside, reflecting a gleaming, dim white light.

Several boxes of silver dollars were moved to a relatively flat slope behind the 77th Division's position. In front of thousands of officers and soldiers, they were opened and pushed over, and the silver dollars were spread all over the ground with a splash, rolling several times before stopping.

Some rolled so far that they spun and stopped right at the soldiers' feet, their silvery light flashing as if beckoning them.

Jiang Dingwen stood beside the pile of silver dollars, his military uniform crisp and his back straight, his face radiating a powerful confidence bestowed upon him by money.

He cleared his throat, raising his voice slightly to make sure the soldiers at the back could hear him:

"Brothers! I, Jiang Dingwen, keep my word! Every soldier who participates in the attack will be rewarded with thirty silver dollars! Killing a Red Army soldier will earn an extra ten dollars! The officers of the first unit to reach the summit will be promoted one rank and each will receive an additional fifty silver dollars!!"

Upon hearing this, not only the ordinary soldiers, but also many officers in the ranks began to breathe heavily!

Seeing this reaction, Jiang Dingwen nodded in satisfaction and continued loudly, "Anyone willing to continue attacking, come and collect your money now! Anyone unwilling, I, Jiang, will not force them..."

He pointed to the silver dollars on the ground, "The money is right here. Whether you take it or not is up to you."

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

An old soldier standing in the front row looked down at the ocean at his feet, then looked up at the scorched earth on the hillside above, which had been turned upside down by artillery fire several times.

The bounty is truly tempting, and the danger is also truly dangerous.

This time, it's truly a matter of risking one's life for money!

After living on the edge for so many years, should we take this gamble?

Many veterans hesitated instinctively, but there were quite a few hotheads among the young people who wouldn't look back once they saw the money.

For them, death, though terrifying, is just a matter of closing their eyes.

Poverty is hell on earth.

A young soldier in a gray-yellow uniform squeezed out of the crowd. He hesitated at first, but quickened his pace after a couple of steps.

He squatted down, reached out and grabbed a handful of silver dollars, stuffed them into his pocket, and then grabbed another handful.

Then he turned around and shouted to the crowd behind him, "Damn it! I'm risking my life either way, so what difference does it make who I sell myself to!"

This sentence is like a match thrown into a pile of dry wood.

The second, third, and fourth people rushed out.

Those soldiers who had just been squatting on the ground smoking, resting against tree roots, or staring blankly at the direction of the hilltop, stood up one after another and joined the surging crowd heading towards the ocean.

Seeing that many people had pockets full of silver dollars, while the silver dollars on the ground were decreasing at a visible rate, many hesitant veterans could no longer suppress their greed and followed suit.

Jiang Dingwen watched as the three boxes emptied at a visible speed, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Tens of thousands of dollars were taken away in one go, and even more money will be needed to fill this gluttonous maw!

The Red Army on the other side has become a force to be reckoned with. To defeat them, conventional methods are no longer effective; we must use money to overwhelm them.

Only combat power built with money can suppress the arrogance of the Red Army!

Fortunately, some of the expenses can be covered by the public account; otherwise, it would be heartbreaking to have to pay for everything.

But things have come to this point, and no matter how painful it is, we must take Wufeng Mountain.

I don't know what went wrong with the principal. He had promised to take Youxikou within a week and open up the Minjiang River shipping route, which would be a great achievement for him.

Suddenly, he was given a death order, demanding that he achieve a crucial victory within 48 hours, or face court-martial.

He couldn't understand what was wrong with the principal, that he would issue such an absurd order.

The Red Army hasn't even reached his hometown yet, has it?

At the same time, in Xibin Town, upstream of the Youxi River, another mobilization was underway.

This place is located on the west bank of the Youxi River. The soldiers had traveled for most of the day to reach this place from the mouth of the Youxi River.

The objective was to outflank the battlefield from the south!

Commander Chen, who had just arrived at the front line, stood on a makeshift earthen platform, facing a dense mass of gray figures.

The American-equipped soldiers of the 12th Red Army stood in stark contrast to the soldiers of the Minzhong Independent Division who were wearing patched and worn-out uniforms.

But Commander Chen, standing on the platform, didn't look at the equipment; he looked into the eyes of those people.

A booming voice pierced through the distant, faint sounds of gunfire: "Comrades! If I were to give you a reason why you must fight, I could give you a hundred, a thousand!"

"But I can't give you a single reason to back down, surrender, or become lackeys of the landlords and officials!"