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

Yang Changqing explained: "First, the Red Army has already gained the upper hand. If we fight in the streets of the city, our heavy firepower will not be able to be used effectively, and it will be easier to injure civilians."

"The troops under Jiang Mingsan's command are mostly security regiments and military police. If they take the initiative to fight... they will probably suffer a great loss."

"Secondly, according to air force reconnaissance, the main force of the Red Army is still along the Minjiang River and is still advancing eastward. If we provoke the enemy, we will perish together."

"At that time, the situation will completely collapse, and the thousands of men at the port will probably all perish there."

The man frowned and remained silent.

Yang Changqing continued, "As for that ceasefire agreement, that is naturally unacceptable. A written agreement will lead to endless troubles."

"But he dared not refuse on his own, fearing that the Red Army would be angered, so he asked for your instructions."

The man sneered, "So you mean Jiang Mingsan neither has the guts to fight nor the guts to make the decision, and instead dumped this hot potato on me?"

Yang Changqing nodded slightly: "That may be true, but at least it shows that Ming San knows what's important and doesn't dare to act arbitrarily. Compared to some generals who abandoned the city and fled without authorization, his move wasn't entirely wrong."

His expression softened slightly, but he was clearly still catching his breath.

He remained silent for a while, then suddenly asked, "What exactly is the background of this Northern Expeditionary Anti-Japanese Vanguard?"

"According to personnel infiltrating the Soviet area and intelligence gathered through various open channels, this force was mainly composed of the 7th Red Army Corps. It was hastily formed by drawing elite forces from the main Red Army Corps such as the 1st, 3rd, 5th, and 9th Red Army Corps. It claimed to be heading north to resist Japan, but in reality, it was intended to contain our Eastern Route Army."

" hastily assembled? How could such an astonishing victory be achieved overnight with such a hasty formation?"

Yang Changqing shook his head: "The intelligence system is still verifying this point. But what is certain is that this unit has extremely high individual combat skills, and its core command team is not simple."

"Who is the legion commander?"

"Xun Huaizhou".

The man's eyes narrowed slightly: "Is it Xun Huaizhou who launched the surprise attack on Yong'an?"

Yang Changqing nodded: "That's right. This man was twenty-two years old at the time, from Liuyang, Hunan, and came from a poor family. He was a few years younger than Lin Yuying, a graduate of the fourth class of the Whampoa Military Academy. The two were known as the two heroes of the Red Army. They were the most outstanding generals of the younger generation."

Although Jiang Dingwen knew of Zhou Zeyuan's existence, in their intelligence system, this person was just a division commander.

After reviewing their analysis, they found that the tactical style of the Seventh Red Army Corps during its major battles was extremely similar to that of Xun Huaizhou.

There's no doubt about it. This Zhou Zeyuan is definitely a smokescreen thrown out by the Red Army, and even the name of this deputy director Zhang Kuiguang might be fake.

The man suddenly sighed, "Twenty-two years old! A night raid, a flanking maneuver, he rendered Ming San utterly helpless. Why doesn't the Party and the State have such rising stars?"

Upon hearing this, several officers who had graduated from the Whampoa Military Academy in the room felt somewhat embarrassed.

He Guoguang, who was standing in the corner, coughed lightly and came out.

"You're overthinking it. My Whampoa Military Academy has been running for ten years, and its students are spread across various armies. Guan Linzheng, Du Yuming, Huang Jie, Sun Yuanliang, Zheng Dongguo, Chen Mingren... aren't they all capable and skilled generals?"

"Xun Huaizhou is nothing more than a peasant bandit who won a few battles by sheer luck. Our army is full of talented people; how could we be inferior to him?"

The man glanced at him, neither refuting nor nodding.

After a long pause, he slowly spoke: "Call Ming San back."

Everyone perked up and picked up their pens to take notes.

……

Yang Changqing quickly jotted down his notes, then looked up and asked, "You mentioned camera control, so what level of access is being granted?"

"Isn't Jiang Mingsan fond of seeking instructions? Tell him one thing: he can't sign a single word of any written agreement. As for the rest... if he doesn't even have this much sense, he should just give up his position as soon as possible."

"Yes."

The telegram was drafted and sent out quickly.

The wind from Mount Lu swept through the pine forest, carrying a hint of coolness, but it couldn't dispel the lingering smell of gunpowder in that room.

The man stood by the window and suddenly muttered to himself, "Xun Huaizhou... is quite a character."

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Yang Changqing understood.

Because they are important figures, they must be killed.

While Zhou Zeyuan was busy in Fuzhou counting the spoils of war and re-equipping his troops, he did not forget to write a telegram to report the victory and hand it over to the army headquarters that had arrived in Fuzhou, so that it could be reported to the Central Committee in the name of the army.

The message was encrypted and sent to Ruijin via radio.

When the Central Revolutionary Military Commission received the telegram, the entire Central Soviet Area was shrouded in gloom.

With enemy forces pressing in and the Soviet area shrinking day by day, pessimism spread among the military and civilians.

This good news was like a lightning bolt that cleaved through the gloomy sky.

Ruijin was in an uproar.

The Red China newspaper went into extra edition, and cheering crowds filled the streets and alleys.

The Soviet government urgently organized propaganda teams to spread the news of victory to every village.

Those cadres and the masses who had been frowning for days seemed to have seen hope again overnight.

In a simple mud-brick house in Shazhouba, Li Yimang, a reporter from the Red China Daily, sat on a bamboo chair, holding a notebook, listening attentively to the tall, lean middle-aged man opposite him.

The man was in a good mood today and, unusually, changed into a clean gray Zhongshan suit.

However, the cloth shoes on his feet were still old, and the toe of the left shoe had a frayed edge.

Li Yimang scribbled a few notes, then looked up and asked, "Committee Member Li, according to you, the achievements of the Northern Expeditionary Anti-Japanese Vanguard were not solely due to the effective command of any one individual?"

The man leaned back in his chair, an unlit cigarette dangling from his fingers as usual.

"His excellent command is beyond doubt. But ultimately, it's his superior strength that matters."

"This team brings together the most elite soldiers from our five main army corps. The Central Committee has allocated them a large amount of heavy firepower and ample ammunition, and they are commanded by the youngest and most outstanding generals. They are full of energy."

"This is why the Northern Expeditionary Anti-Japanese Vanguard Team achieved a series of victories and was invincible."

Li Yimang took notes quickly, his pen moving across the paper.

The man's eyes had a peculiar light when he spoke.

That wasn't the evasive evasion of a liar, but a radiant confidence.

He generally doesn't like to lie.

But when he lies, his logic is clear and his reasoning is sound, leaving no room for doubt.

It even gives people a feeling of "this is how it should be, and this is how it should be".