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

As the sun sets in the west, even in the sweltering heat of summer, the sky remains brightly lit.

On a relatively flat clearing in the woods, the soldiers temporarily set up a simple meeting table using a few door panels and ammunition boxes.

The map was spread out on the table, with the locations of enemy positions on the outskirts of Fuzhou marked in pencil.

Among the troops that led the vanguard raid, only Zhou Zeyuan and Hu Tiantao were officers at the division level or above.

Therefore, those who participated in this temporary military meeting were mainly several regimental commanders and political commissars from the Second Division, the Third Division, and the Seventh Red Army Division.

The group gathered around the map and studied it for a while, their brows furrowing in unison.

Ma Gongcheng, commander of the 1st Regiment of the 2nd Division, was the first to speak: "This marking is far too vague. The cursor is just pointing to a location, but how many troops does the enemy have? What are their equipment like? What is their firepower configuration? We know absolutely nothing. How are we supposed to fight this battle?"

Before Zhou Zeyuan could speak, Zheng Sanjiang responded on his behalf: "The fact that the reconnaissance company comrades were able to figure out the general location in just one day is already quite good."

"Exactly! Even without intelligence, we can figure it out as we fight. Wars are fought by people, can we let a map stifle us?" Liu Yongfa, the commander of the 2nd Regiment of the 3rd Division, chimed in. He was an impatient man with a loud voice.

Zhou Zeyuan raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling everyone to be quiet: "We still have plenty of time, so I'll explain our strategy for this battle."

"Dafiling, Keti Mountain, Lion Mountain, Wufeng Mountain, plus Fushan. These hills are not far apart, and the enemy's heavy machine gun positions are cleverly arranged, allowing the firepower between the hills to overlap and support each other."

"If we use traditional tactics, taking on each mountain one by one, we will inevitably get bogged down in a stalemate, and we may not be able to break through even by dawn. What I mean is to boldly infiltrate, launch feint attacks from multiple directions, concentrate our superior forces, and take Fushan first."

Upon hearing this, Ma Gongcheng's eyes lit up immediately: "This feint attack is not easy! To buy enough time for the main force, we must launch a fierce attack on Dafuling, Keti Mountain, Shizi Mountain, and Wufeng Mountain at the same time, so that the enemy in each location will think that their side is the main attack direction."

He chuckled, patted his chest, and said, "I suggest you leave this daunting task to me. My specialty is bluffing; I'll make sure the enemy thinks a whole squad has arrived!"

Liu Yongfa immediately objected, glaring at him and retorting, "Old Ma, don't think you can do everything yourself! I think just bluffing isn't enough. If the enemy realizes what's happening and sends reinforcements, then the feint attack will have to turn into a blocking attack."

"In order not to cause trouble for the main force, we must resolutely stop the enemy reinforcements!"

He pointed to himself with his thumb, "When it comes to sniping, I'm an expert!"

Just as things were about to escalate into a full-blown argument, Zhou Zeyuan raised his hand again to quell the commotion, preventing it from turning into a chaotic marketplace.

"Four feint attack locations, exactly four regiments, one for each person. However, each regiment will only send one hundred men, but the firepower can be appropriately increased."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned for a moment, and their expressions varied and interesting.

Zheng Sanjiang couldn't help but speak up: "Commander, isn't one hundred men a bit too few? What if the enemy suddenly sends reinforcements, and our feigned attack force is attacked from both sides? I'm afraid we won't be able to hold out."

Zhou Zeyuan looked at him, his tone calm but undeniable: "We only have one night. How can we complete the mission without taking risks?"

"In war, we can't just think about playing it safe. Since we're going to concentrate our superior forces, we should concentrate them to the end. Judging from the enemy's strength, the enemy in Fukuyama should be between two companies and a battalion, let's give a higher estimate, more than four hundred people."

"I've concentrated four times the manpower; I refuse to believe that one blow won't crack this nut!"

Ma Gongcheng slapped his thigh: "Damn it! Four times the troops! We've never fought a battle with this kind of advantage in our lives! No doubt about it, let's do it!"

"I agree too!" Fang Zhicheng, political commissar of the 1st Regiment of the 3rd Division, was the first to raise his hand. "I request to personally lead a company. As long as one of us is alive, we will not let a single white dog come to reinforce us!"

"I'll lead a team too!"

"I'll lead a team too!"

Just as the crowd was buzzing with excitement and everyone was scrambling to take on the mission, the bodyguard Xiao Zhong jogged through the woods to Zhou Zeyuan's side. "Commander! We've caught a spy! He's an opera singer."

"What, an opera singer?" Zhou Zeyuan was amused. "Is he a spy or an opera singer?"

Xiao Zhong himself realized his words were confusing, and blushing, he said, "I can't really say for sure, but he looked like an opera singer, dressed in flashy clothes. He sneaked up to our perimeter... I think he's probably a spy!"

"Then bring him up."

The man was brought over quickly. Two soldiers were escorting a man in his early thirties, who was wearing a rumpled theatrical costume and had half of his makeup smudged on his face, making him look quite disheveled.

As he was being pushed forward, he muttered defiantly, "I told you I'm not a spy! I'm here to deliver a message! Aren't you Red Army soldiers supposed to be harmless to ordinary people? Why are you arresting me as a spy?"

Zhou Zeyuan looked him up and down a few times, then gestured for the soldier to release him: "What's your name? Where are you from? What message do you want to send?"

The man straightened his crooked collar, took a deep breath, composed himself, and began to explain everything in detail.

His surname was He and his given name was He Yusheng. He was a female impersonator in a theatrical troupe in Fuzhou, specializing in singing female roles.

Early this morning, people from the city defense command came to their opera troupe, saying that Commander-in-Chief Chiang had ordered several famous opera troupes to go to the city's outposts to "entertain the troops" and perform for the brothers.

They dared not refuse, and sang from morning till afternoon.

Along the way, He Yusheng kept an eye out and noticed that the soldiers on the position were talking about artillery shells, realizing that this was an artillery position.

He felt this was very important, so he took advantage of the break between their shifts, said he needed to relieve himself, and secretly slipped out.

After He Yusheng finished speaking, the several regimental commanders present exchanged glances, their eyes filled with suspicion.

Fang Zhicheng frowned and whispered to Zhou Zeyuan, "Commander, something's fishy about this. Could it be that Jiang Dingwen deliberately sent this to set a trap for us? To lure us into an ambush with false intelligence?"

Zhou Zeyuan did not answer immediately. After a moment, he slowly shook his head, his tone firm: "He's not a spy, he's telling the truth."

He was extremely confident that the system's perception had never failed him so far.

"Mr. He, you've done us a great favor." Zhou Zeyuan's attitude became much more polite. He had someone bring a map and spread it out in front of He Yusheng. "Do you still remember roughly where those cannons were located? Could you point them out to me on the map?"

He Yusheng examined the map for a while, then pointed to it: "It's roughly this area, about a mile or two from the city wall, with a pond nearby."

Zhou Zeyuan took a look and found that the location was relatively far back, which met the criteria for selecting artillery positions, so there shouldn't be any problems.

"Take Mr. He down to rest and get him some food. After the battle is over, we'll send him back to the city."

After He Yusheng was taken away, Zhou Zeyuan turned around and glanced at the several regimental commanders present: "Let's adjust the plan. The enemy's artillery is too much of a threat and must be taken out first."

"A new mission has been added: assemble a commando team, and the target is this artillery position. Set off immediately after dark and take it out."

He looked at Zheng Sanjiang: "Old Zheng, this task is assigned to you."

A hint of excitement appeared on Zheng Sanjiang's face. "Don't worry, Commander! I guarantee the mission will be completed!"