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

"Why?" He took half a step forward, stretched out one hand, and made a grabbing motion towards the crowd below the stage.

"Because the grain in our fields is grown by our own hard work! It's watered by the blood and sweat of our fellow farmers!"

"But those landlords and officials do nothing, yet they take away most of the grain! They also bully us wantonly, treating us like cattle, like pigs and dogs!"

As he spoke, his tone grew increasingly indignant, stirring the emotions of the soldiers below. Their eyes blazed with an unleashed fighting spirit!

"We finally got our land and became masters of our own destiny. Now the Kuomintang is back, they want to kill our compatriots, take back our land, and steal our food!"

He suddenly raised his voice: "Comrades, tell me, can we agree to this?"

The silence lasted only a moment, then countless voices exploded from every corner simultaneously, "No way!"

"No way!"

"Absolutely not!"

The sound echoed through the mountains and rivers, drowning out the sporadic gunshots coming from the direction of Wufeng Mountain in the distance.

After a pause in the conversation, Commander Chen waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

Even after the sun had set and it was not yet completely dark, the battle at Wufeng Mountain had reached its most intense moment.

With the Nationalist army's relentless offensive, even the fierce American-equipped firepower could not completely clear out this surging sea of ​​people!

The Nationalist army finally reached the top of the hill for the first time and engaged in close combat with the Red Army.

Unfortunately, the 12th Red Army was originally composed of local armed forces in Fujian, and its members were either Red Army leaders or militia guerrillas.

They might be slightly inferior in marksmanship and tactics, but when it comes to close-quarters combat and melee fighting, that's their comfort zone.

The firepower of light and heavy machine guns made up for the team's lack of training.

Strong organizational skills and revolutionary will compensated for deficiencies in tactics and command.

Close-quarters combat with blades is not a weakness, but rather a strength.

It was precisely after understanding the complex situation of this unit that Commander Chen was so confident.

I've never fought such a rich battle in my eight lifetimes!

By 9:30 p.m., it was already completely dark.

But the Nationalist army remained relentless. After Chiang Ting-wen ruthlessly poured money into the situation, he truly didn't value the lives of those ordinary soldiers.

Perhaps in his heart, these people who took his money had already sold their lives to him.

After nightfall, the machine gun's firepower advantage was also weakened.

The regiment stationed at Wufeng Mountain was also suffering increasing casualties, with three of the nine infantry companies already losing nearly half their men.

The remaining losses also exceeded 20%!

Meanwhile, the flanking force had been on its way for two and a half hours. After obtaining Ye Fei's consent, Commander Chen...

They were given the order to retreat.

As a result, the Nationalist army launched several waves of human wave offensives, deploying more than 2000 troops and suffering more than 70% casualties, before finally capturing Wufeng Mountain.

Thinking of the huge reward and compensation to come, Jiang Dingwen felt both heartache and relief.

Oh well, consider it money spent to avoid trouble.

This at least proves that, when spurred by money, their Nationalist army was still able to defeat the Red Army.

Although the casualties were relatively high, what did that matter to him?

Just have local governments increase their efforts to conscript men.

After the capture of Wufeng Mountain, a rare moment of relaxation arrived in Jiang Dingwen's command post.

He had a few bottles of wine and some peanuts prepared, and called several key officers over to celebrate his victory.

Although this battle was not fought honorably, and the victory was achieved by spending a fortune, the casualties were still so high, it was not shameful enough to talk about it.

But at least we won, so we have to show some appreciation.

Jiang Dingwen picked up his wine bowl and raised it to the people present: "Gentlemen, thank you all for your hard work in this battle. With Wufeng Mountain captured, the threat to the Minjiang River waterway has been largely eliminated."

"Once Li Mo'an and Wang Yaowu attack from the east and their armies join forces, we will be able to completely open up the Minjiang River shipping route. At that time, I will personally recommend you all to the principal for credit."

Luo Lin also picked up her bowl, her expression softening somewhat.

The other regimental commanders and staff officers also picked up their bowls.

"Come on, bottoms up." Jiang Dingwen brought the rim of the bowl to his lips, tilted his head back, and drank it down.

The liquor had just entered my throat, and before I could even savor its spiciness, a muffled cannon blast suddenly came from afar.

Jiang Dingwen turned his head and listened intently.

Immediately afterwards, a second and a third cannon shot rang out.

His face immediately darkened. "What's going on?"

A staff officer leaned over and said, "Commander, it must be that the Red Army is unwilling to accept defeat and wants to take back the position under cover of darkness. We've seen this kind of thing many times. Their night raids are all the same old thing; they won't cause any trouble."

Luo Lin listened intently for a while, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. Suddenly, he said, "No, this explosion doesn't sound like it came from the east, and it's too far away."

Jiang Dingwen suddenly stood up, his face changing drastically: "It's coming from the south! This is bad, the Red Army is going to outflank us!"

A few seconds of silence fell over the command post. The staff officers exchanged bewildered glances, their faces drained of color.

Jiang Dingwen's face stiffened for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.

He turned to Luo Lin and said, "The Red Army has run out of tricks. They don't have the strength to confront us head-on, so they resort to these underhanded tactics."

"I will immediately dispatch the military police to strengthen the defense of Luxia Town and guard our rear. After dawn, we will lead our troops to wipe out this outflanking Red Army unit."

"Commander Luo, you must return to the front line immediately, stabilize morale, and ensure that your troops hold their positions and do not retreat without orders."

Luo Lin stood up, nodded, and added, "The Red Army is delusional. We have the Minjiang River for our logistical supplies; what does it matter if our land routes are cut off?"

Jiang Dingwen nodded.

Luo Lin gave a military salute, turned around, and strode out of the command post.

Once Luo Lin's footsteps had completely disappeared outside the door, Jiang Dingwen's composure vanished instantly.

He took several deep breaths to calm the panic in his chest.

He lowered his voice to the staff officer beside him and said, "Xiao Li, make arrangements. Have the guard battalion take away all the important supplies from the command post and burn the documents. We'll retreat with the military police."

The staff officer's expression changed: "Commander, we ran away without saying goodbye. These troops at the front are likely to be wiped out. If the principal investigates this later..."

"You're right," Jiang Dingwen interrupted him, displaying unprecedented decisiveness in this critical moment.

"Here's what we'll do: when we're almost at Luxia Town, you issue an order for the entire army to withdraw from the battle under alternating cover."

He paused, a cold glint in his eyes, "By the way, don't send this order to Luo Lin."

"Yes."