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

Nanchang Headquarters.

"Damn it! A wolf in sheep's clothing! A wolf that can't be tamed!"

With a furious roar, a blue-and-white porcelain cup shattered on the floor, shards flying everywhere.

The principal's face was ashen, and his chest heaved violently.

The high-ranking officials inside the room were all silent, fearing that they might incur bad luck at this critical juncture.

In the midst of this deathly silence, a chilling voice suddenly rang out.

"Principal, these warlords are wolves in sheep's clothing. They never stop thinking about damaging the authority of the central government and destroying the foundation of the country. At this time, I think we should take special measures to get rid of Chen Jitang, which will serve as a warning to others."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was Kang Zhe, the commander of the special operations team.

This man is known for his ruthless methods. If we were to discuss the most notorious spies in the Nationalist government system at this stage, Dai Yunong's infamy would currently rank after Kang Zhe's.

Kang Zhe and his special operations forces infiltrated and sabotaged the Soviet areas for a long time, and carried out massacres of Red Army soldiers and their families.

Especially in many occupied Soviet areas, the Baojia system and the five-household joint responsibility system were implemented, and a high-pressure rule was carried out with extremely cruel methods.

But this man was not only cruel, but also cunning.

He built schools and hospitals on a large scale in Jiangxi, subtly influencing children's values ​​through cultural education and softening people's resistance through medical benefits.

The phrase "ruthless and cunning" perfectly describes him.

Upon hearing his words, the principal did not immediately express his opinion, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, as if he were carefully considering the feasibility of the plan.

After a long pause, he shook his head: "Zhaomin (Kang Zhe's courtesy name), the assassination may seem like a quick and easy solution, but in reality, it will cause endless trouble. Let's not mention this matter again."

Kang Zhe was about to argue further when He Guoguang, standing next to him, raised his hand to stop him: "Zhaomin, you need to understand one thing: assassination is permissible against others, but it is absolutely forbidden against warlords who hold significant military power. At least until they lose their military power, you must not do it."

Yang Yongtai, who was standing to the side, agreed, saying, "Chen Jitang commands an army of over 100,000. Even if something happens to him, this army will not vanish."

"Those generals who command troops will all find their own way out, and in that case, it might benefit Li Zongren, Bai Chongxi, or the Red Army."

"Of course, it's possible that they will elect a new leader from within, but even if this new leader is only concerned with his own position, he will definitely oppose the central government without hesitation. Doing so would be a complete loss."

After hearing this analysis, Kang Zhe shut his mouth and said no more.

The principal nodded. He had just thought about what the consequences would be if he went against the world's opinion and killed Chen Jitang.

The conclusion is that it's completely useless!

At least nominally, the current leader of the Guangdong government is still Hu Hanmin, a veteran of the Kuomintang. As long as he is alive, the Guangdong army will not descend into chaos.

Thinking of this, the principal said with distress, "If we deal with Chen Jitang, it will easily force the Guangdong Army to rebel."

"If we don't deal with him, he'll think we're all bark and no bite, and then he'll intensify his efforts to provide the Red Army with weapons and supplies, or even directly send troops to test us. This is a dilemma. Changqing, in your opinion, how do you resolve this situation?"

This time, Yang Yongtai appeared confident and bowed slightly, saying, "Principal, so-called warlords are short-sighted and lack long-term vision."

"By offering small favors and giving them a warning, we can at least temporarily appease Chen Jitang and free up our hands to deal with the Red Army."

The principal raised an eyebrow and asked with interest, "What constitutes a small benefit? How can one employ both kindness and firmness?"

"Didn't Chen Jitang stockpile a lot of guns and ammunition? The Red Army can buy them, and so can we, and we can even offer a higher price."

A glint of light flashed in Yang Yongtai's eyes. "Tell him that we've reached a critical moment in our encirclement and suppression of the Red Army and urgently need ammunition. If the Guangdong Army is willing to support the Central Committee, we can buy it at a price even higher than the market price, and we'll take as much as they have."

"But we also need to tell him that he can only sell to us. I think he understands the warning behind it."

The principal nodded slightly: "That is indeed a good method, but it is not strong enough."

He stood up, his gaze falling on the map on the wall, looking towards the border between northeastern Guangdong and southern Fujian.

It's such a pity that this piece of land was lost!

"Here's what we'll do: tell Chen Jitang that we've ordered a batch of heavy artillery from the Germans. If the Guangdong Army is willing to send troops to join in the encirclement and suppression of the Red Army, the Central Committee can consider assigning him a heavy artillery regiment."

Yang Yongtai was taken aback upon hearing this and exclaimed, "Principal, is it necessary to go to such lengths?"

Before he could react, He Guoguang chimed in, "Carrots are for donkeys to see, not for them to eat. What's the big deal?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room immediately understood.

This is yet another empty promise. Whether or not it will be given in the end is entirely up to the principal.

However, having his little scheme exposed on the spot, the principal instinctively felt a surge of displeasure. He frowned, suppressed his displeasure, and took the opportunity to ask He Guoguang:

"Yuanjing, there's one more thing. The Red Army is making exorbitant demands at the negotiating table, wanting more after getting what they want. What should we do?"

He Guoguang had already prepared his response in his mind, and upon hearing this, he immediately stepped forward: "Principal, I believe the solution is either a hard or a soft approach. Either we should stand firm to the end and not give an inch, or we should take a step back and see if things will turn out differently."

Although this was a truism, it immediately piqued the principal's interest: "Oh? How can taking a step back open up a whole new world?"

He Guoguang straightened his back and analyzed clearly, "From the Red Army's perspective, it's perfectly reasonable for them to want prisoners of war to enhance their fighting strength. Our army doesn't want to give them out because we're wary of their increased fighting strength. This is the core point of contention between the two sides."

"However, the disadvantage for us is that if we don't give it to them, it will only create more controversy. If the negotiations break down, the Red Army will pin the blame on us."

"Although the protests in many cities have subsided somewhat, they have not completely disappeared. It may seem that we only have the option of compromise, but in reality, compromise can be conditional."

"What are the conditions?" the principal pressed.

"On the pretext that there were many wounded Red Army soldiers in the Xiangjiang Campaign, these prisoners of war, including political prisoners from Hunan and Jiangxi provinces, were packaged together and sent to nearby base areas, such as Hunan and Jiangxi, or southern Jiangxi."

"There were Red Army bases everywhere, so this was reasonable and no one could find fault with it."

"color!"

A loud cheer broke the silence; it was none other than the ever-composed Chen Bulei.

Immediately afterwards, cheers and applause erupted from the principal's office.

This plan is indeed brilliant.

As is well known, only the Fujian-Zhejiang Military Region and the Northern Expeditionary Anti-Japanese Vanguard of the Red Army had sufficient weapons and supplies. Other base areas were practically devoid of anything, if not entirely.

Simply sending a group of prisoners of war back, including a large number of wounded, does not significantly enhance their strength.

We can wipe them out anytime we want.