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

Fortunately, luck was on his side.

The Red Army captured a battalion commander of the Nationalist Army's security regiment. The soldiers immediately brought him to Zhou Zeyuan, who was initially a little uncooperative.

I know about the Red Army's supposed humane treatment of prisoners of war!

Zhou Zeyuan's response was simply, "Only those who cooperate are prisoners; those who don't will be shot."

He immediately revealed the location of the armory, the troop deployment, and the personality of the officers in detail.

Zhou Zeyuan added, "If the raid fails and we don't capture enough ammunition, we'll kill him."

The battalion commander's attitude changed repeatedly. He took the initiative to suggest that the Red Army soldiers put on the uniforms of the security regiment, and he was willing to lead the way.

To be on the safe side, Zhou Zeyuan personally led the team and arranged for Hu Tiantao to coordinate and command the remaining troops.

On the one hand, they captured the north gate, letting the Red Army outside the city in.

At the same time, a portion of the troops should be diverted to launch a feint attack into the city and create chaos.

In short, under normal circumstances, the attacking troops would do exactly what they were supposed to do.

To attract the enemy's attention to the greatest extent possible and ensure the surprise of the raid.

At this moment, Zhang Dama, the battalion commander of the Nationalist Army, felt as bitter as if he had swallowed bitter herbs, but the muzzles of the guns of the Red Army soldiers behind him were pressed against his lower back, cold and piercing. He could only grit his teeth and move forward.

Following behind were Red Army commandos who had changed into security regiment uniforms.

Zhou Zeyuan mingled in the middle of the group, his military cap pulled low, revealing only a pair of eyes that shone brightly in the night.

The group hurried along the base of the city wall in the dark, bypassing several burning houses and turning into two alleys. Not far ahead, a large courtyard surrounded by high walls appeared.

The courtyard gate was tightly closed, and sandbags were piled up in front of it. Behind the sandbags were two light machine guns, their muzzles pointing straight at the way they came.

There was a guard tower on each side of the courtyard, with searchlights sweeping back and forth, illuminating the open space in front of the gate brightly.

There was barbed wire on the wall and a wooden sign hanging at the entrance with a few words crookedly written on it: Fuzhou Pacification Headquarters Armory.

Zhang Damaizi swallowed hard and glanced back at Zhou Zeyuan.

Zhou Zeyuan nodded slightly, signaling him to continue.

Zhang Dama took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and led his team swaggering toward the armory gate.

"Halt!" A loud shout came from behind the sandbags, followed by the clanging of the machine gun bolt.

"Who goes there? Take one more step and I'll shoot!"

Zhang Damazi immediately stopped and raised his hands: "Don't shoot! We're on the same side! We're on the same side! I'm Zhang Damazi, the battalion commander of the 3rd Battalion of the Security Regiment! I'm here to collect ammunition from the armory on orders from Commander-in-Chief Jiang!"

After a moment of silence, a hoarse voice replied, "Damn it, it's pitch black, I can't see anything! Armory, restricted area, no unauthorized personnel allowed!"

Zhang Dama took two more steps forward and shouted, "Damn it! Don't you even recognize me? Your Company Commander Gao and I are sworn brothers! Get him out here right now!"

"The Red Army has advanced! Our brothers who have retreated urgently need ammunition! Let us in and fight the enemy together!"

There was silence for a few seconds, then a hushed conversation could be heard, as if people were discussing something.

After a while, the hoarse voice rang out again, but its tone was much colder: "Our company commander said he doesn't know any Old Zhang. You should go back."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Damazi lost face, stomped his foot, pointed at the guard tower, and began to curse:

"Damn it! Lao Gao! You're such a bastard! Back when your thing stopped working, I was the one who introduced you to that old Chinese medicine doctor! Have you forgotten who cured you? Now you're turning your back on me?"

The moment these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room instantly became extremely strange.

The "security regiment soldiers" behind Zhang Damazi looked at each other, and several young Red Army soldiers were so embarrassed by their laughter that their shoulders were shaking.

If it weren't for strict discipline, people would probably have burst out laughing on the spot.

From the guard tower opposite, a gruff voice suddenly exploded: "Fuck your mother, Zhang Damazi! I was the one who took you to see the old Chinese medicine doctor! How dare you slander someone out of thin air!"

The man in the guard tower peeked out, cursing and swearing. It was none other than Company Commander Gao. His face was flushed red; he was clearly furious at Zhang Dama's words.

When the guards behind the sandbags heard that their company commander had come out and that he was indeed an old acquaintance of the other side, their tense nerves immediately relaxed. Some even put down their guns, lit cigarettes, and watched the show.

Company Commander Gao pushed aside the sandbags, cursing, and walked out from behind the machine gun emplacement, pointing at Zhang Dama as he went: "You son of a bitch, coming here in the middle of the night to make fun of me..."

Zhang Damazi quickly went up to them, his face beaming with smiles: "Yes, yes, I got it mixed up, I got it mixed up! Calm down, I'll treat you to drinks later to make up for it! Let the brothers in quickly, the Red Army has already reached our doorstep, if we don't get more ammunition, we're all doomed!"

Company Commander Gao walked closer, shone his flashlight around behind Zhang Dama, and suddenly frowned, a hint of wariness in his voice: "Huh...why are all these unfamiliar faces? Where are the brothers from your battalion?"

These words are the signal.

Zhou Zeyuan, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly raised it and sprang forward like a leopard, covering three meters in a single stride.

With his left hand, he grabbed the wrist of Company Commander Gao, who was holding the flashlight, and with his right hand, he pressed the pistol at his waist against Gao's chin.

The movement was as fast as lightning. Before Company Commander Gao could even react, he was already subdued.

"Don't move, surrender and you won't be killed."

At the same time, the Red Army soldiers behind them, who had been waiting in ambush, moved in unison, pointing their guns at the guards behind the sandbags.

Before the machine gunner on the watchtower could even turn his gun around, he was locked down by several rifles.

When the guards saw their company commander captured and the dark muzzle of the enemy's gun, they froze on the spot, none of them daring to pull the trigger.

Company Commander Gao's face was as white as paper in the flashlight beam, and his throat bobbed up and down.

Zhang Dama breathed a sigh of relief. Well, his life was saved!

"Brothers! Don't move! The Red Army treats prisoners of war well! Your lives are your own, but your guns belong to the masters. Don't be foolish!"

On the watchtower, someone let go first, and with a thud, the rifle fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the guards behind the sandbags exchanged glances and then raised their hands one after another.

Zhou Zeyuan loosened Company Commander Gao's collar, casually disarmed him, and whispered to the soldiers behind him: "Secure the gate, count the ammunition, and send someone to inform Division Commander Hu that the armory has been taken. Quickly arrange for someone to come and collect the ammunition."

Because the incident happened suddenly and no shots were fired, Wang Jingjiu's side and Hu Tiantao's feint attack troops were so engrossed in the battle that they didn't notice anything unusual about the armory.

It wasn't until the second wave of soldiers who went to collect ammunition failed to return and he couldn't get through on the phone that he belatedly realized the armory had probably been occupied by the Red Army.

Meanwhile, the anti-Japanese vanguard was busy changing equipment and replenishing ammunition, which gave the National Revolutionary Army a chance to catch its breath.

Zhou Zeyuan was unaware that the main force of the Nationalist army was all outside the city. In his annihilation battle, he only wiped out one of the Nationalist army's main battalions, but he almost broke the backbone of the enemy.

Unsure of the enemy's strength, both the Red Army and the Nationalist Army opted to play it safe.

Zhou Zeyuan wanted to replenish the troops' ammunition, while Wang Jingjiu simply didn't want to take any risks and couldn't think of any way to defeat the enemy.

For the time being, we can only try to maintain the status quo.