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

The entire battle lasted about a week, from the initial head-on confrontation between Liu Chouxi's Fujian Independent Division and the Nationalist Army until Ye Fei's troops arrived and launched a flanking maneuver.

The Nationalist army suffered more than 10,000 casualties, and more than 20,000 were taken prisoner.

After fleeing to Yanping, Jiang Dingwen gathered the defeated soldiers and discovered that only more than 7000 had successfully escaped the encirclement!

In fact, this description is not accurate, because Luxia Town itself was a logistics base of the National Revolutionary Army, guarded by an infantry regiment.

Including logistics and supply personnel, the total strength is close to 3000.

This group was on the edge of the encirclement; a simple retreat would take them to Yanping, so there was no need for them to break out.

In other words, thanks to Jiang Dingwen's brilliant maneuvering, the Nationalist army's breakout rate was reduced to below 10%.

In addition, there were 4000 wounded soldiers in Yanping City who had been evacuated after being injured in the previous battle.

This can be considered a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

If they fell into the hands of the Red Army, according to Zhou Zeyuan's regulations, at least 2000 of them would recover under medical treatment and then gloriously become members of the Red Army.

But at this moment, Jiang Dingwen felt no relief. He could already foresee the immense wrath of the principal he was about to face.

Let alone any attempt at historical revisionism, no amount of historical revisionism can cover up his current mistakes.

At this moment, he once again missed the days when Wei Lihuang shared the burden with him!

Old Wei, you're all relaxed now, but I'm in trouble.

Meanwhile, in the middle reaches of the Minjiang River, in Shuikou Town.

Wang Yaowu, who had just been transferred from Fuzhou and was ready to make a big splash, was completely stunned by the shocking bad news sent by Jiang Dingwen!

Forty thousand men, a full forty thousand well-trained regular soldiers!

Overnight, it vanished into thin air.

What's worse is that this sent the Red Army a huge amount of equipment and prisoners.

The Red Army's militia was originally poorly equipped, far inferior to the regular army. Now, the gap is likely to be narrowed considerably.

Wang Yaowu also watched as the Red Army grew stronger with each battle!

How did they absorb nutrients from their Nationalist army and gradually grow stronger?

Even his First Supplementary Brigade was involved.

He lamented in his heart that the troops that the Party and the State had painstakingly trained had ended up benefiting the Red Army.

We can't send any more, we really can't send any more.

If this pace of sending troops continues, the Red Army will likely have a million-strong army in less than two years.

"Commander, isn't this a bit too alarmist?" Upon hearing Wang Yaowu's series of pessimistic remarks, Qiu Weida, the chief of staff of the First Brigade, couldn't help but ask!

"Yes, Commander, our army can support a million-strong army only because of the support of the national treasury. The Red Army's territory is indeed quite large now, but Fujian is known for its scarce farmland and poor resources. How many troops can they support?" Regiment Commander Li Tianxia, ​​sitting next to him, echoed.

Wang Yaowu gave a bitter smile. "What if they're not regular troops, but militia? Farming during busy seasons, training during slack seasons—the whole nation is a soldier. If we can't crush this Red Army as soon as possible, that day won't be far off."

The group exchanged bewildered glances, a chilling feeling spreading through their hearts.

The militia may not sound threatening, but adding the word "million" completely changes its nature.

This time, Jiang Dingwen's Fujian-Zhejiang Bandit Suppression Command concentrated 20 troops and launched a full-scale offensive along a front of hundreds of miles.

The results of it?

Apart from a few fronts where substantial progress was made, the rest were decimated by guerrilla and harassment warfare.

Even worse were the returning villagers' militias, landlords who had fled their hometowns during the Red Army's offensive and formed armed forces with the support and training of the Nationalist army.

He originally wanted to go home and show off, shouting: "I, Hu Hansan, am back again!"

As a result, more than half of them were wiped out by guerrillas on the way.

Guerrillas would avoid fighting regular troops, but when they encountered local militias, they would beat them to a pulp.

From the perspective of these commanders, this battle proved one thing—even though the National Revolutionary Army mobilized 20 troops, it still failed to conquer the Fujian-Zhejiang Soviet Area, which had fewer than 20 troops.

So, if the Red Army's militia grew to 100 million, how many troops would it take to wipe them out?

As everyone remained silent, a series of steady footsteps sounded from outside the door.

The curtain was lifted, and Li Mo'an strode in.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw several people sitting together, and the atmosphere seemed somewhat heavy.

He paused for a moment. "Hey, Zuomin, are you having a meeting? Did I come at the wrong time?"

Wang Yaowu quickly wiped the seriousness from his face, replacing it with a polite smile, and stood up: "Oh, senior, nothing at all. We were just discussing the current battle situation, having a casual chat. You must have come all this way for important business, right?"

Li Mo'an didn't rush to answer. He walked to the table, patted Wang Yaowu on the shoulder, and said, "Haha, I have some good news for you. You're getting a promotion."

"Oh? I haven't heard about this, and no one has spoken to me." In the past, when I was promoted or transferred, someone would talk to me in advance, but not this time.

Something unusual must be going on, and alarm bells immediately went off in Wang Yaowu's mind.

Li Mo'an waved his hand, "No need for conversation. You're going to be a major general and garrison commander. Let me tell you, this mission is extremely important. If you do well, we might be at the same rank next year."

"Oh, which city's garrison commander is it? Could it be Jinhua, or Hangzhou?"

Both cities were heavily guarded and were key targets for the Red Army's next attack.

If I could take a position here, it would truly be a combination of risk and opportunity.

Most importantly, only by getting here can we have a chance to defeat Su Yu and Xun Huaizhou and avenge our previous defeat.

"None of them. There are many more important things." Li Mo'an shook his head and pointed upwards with one finger. "It's Fenghua."

The smile on Wang Yaowu's face vanished in that instant.

"Senior...why me?"

Li Mo'an was clearly surprised by his reaction and was slightly taken aback: "Zuomin? You're not happy? This is someone the principal personally selected."

"The principal said that you fought Su Yu earlier and were evenly matched. He is very confident in entrusting the safety of Fenghua to you."

Wang Yaowu forced a smile again. "No, I'm just too excited. I guarantee I'll complete the mission."

Regardless, he was still sincerely grateful to the principal for his promotion.

That's the principal's hometown. Entrusting such an important place to me shows how much the principal trusts and values ​​me.

However... once he became the major general garrison commander, his task was to ensure that there was no trouble in that area, not to fight against the Red Army.

He will be stuck in that position, watching his former adversaries grow stronger on the front lines, while he can do nothing about it.

It's like someone sitting in jail, listening to the prison guards say that his wife is having an affair with another man, and he can't even leave the house.