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

After Su Yu led his team to Fuzhou, Zhou Zeyuan set up a large tent at the foot of the city wall outside the west city as a temporary command post for the vanguard team heading north to fight against the Japanese.

This wasn't to demonstrate any kind of hard-working or frugal style; it was simply because the area at the foot of the city wall was a blind spot for enemy naval guns.

The system's support has undoubtedly played a significant role in Zhou Zeyuan's survival to this day, but his reluctance to take risks is also a crucial factor.

It can be said that, except when he was showing off or leading the charge, he protected himself very well most of the time.

Without Le Shaohua to voice his dissent, Zhou Zeyuan naturally began to arrange the work, with Su Yu in charge of military tasks such as taking stock of the spoils, re-equipping the troops, and consolidating the occupied areas.

Zeng Hongyi took charge of the specific tasks of propaganda and recruitment, while the work of confiscating illegal assets and purchasing military supplies was still handled by the local municipal party committee, with Zhou Zeyuan overseeing the process.

In addition, Zhou Zeyuan was also secretly doing something very important: rebuilding the underground party organization in Fuzhou.

Because all of the people from the former Fuzhou Central Municipal Committee had been to prison and their identities had already been exposed, it would be inappropriate for them to continue engaging in underground work in the area.

Chen Shangrong's idea was to directly select a group of young men from Fujian from the army, and take advantage of the important moment of occupying Fuzhou to change the civil affairs bureau's records, so that dozens of people could be quietly placed in the army.

Zhou Zeyuan thought about it and realized that it was indeed a good idea. However, since they were already preparing to place the plant, they might as well go for the big one.

They directly placed two hundred people there and left them a batch of weapons and equipment.

Although the Party Committee of Fuzhou was destroyed, many of the grassroots cadres planted in various trade unions and industries are still in hiding.

These individuals wielded considerable influence in their respective industries, and this influence was a key factor in the original plan to launch the Fuzhou riots.

Sending them additional combat personnel and weapons and ammunition now is tantamount to secretly planting a time bomb in the Kuomintang-controlled area.

By the time Le Shaohua returned to the command post, it was already completely dark.

"Zhou Zeyuan!"

Upon hearing this roar, Zhou Zeyuan thought to himself, "What a lucky guy! No wonder he managed to break through the encirclement at Huaiyu Mountain!"

He continued flipping through the stack of forms in front of him, responding casually, "Oh, the political commissar is back? You've had a good time."

Looking at his nonchalant demeanor, Le Shaohua felt a surge of anger rising within him.

He walked a few steps to the table and slapped the stack of lists on his hand.

"Stop joking with me! I'm asking you, did you submit a report to the Central Committee without my permission?"

"Also, when I left, you assigned my people to handle things in the city, right? What do you mean by this? Don't you have any sense of organizational discipline?"

Zhou Zeyuan then raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes filled with clear innocence.

Liu Feng, who was standing next to him, grinned and said, "Comrade Political Commissar, what are you saying? You weren't here, were you?"

"If those white dogs keep you on the warship and won't let you go, wouldn't our legion's work be paralyzed?"

"The legion commander is doing this for the sake of the bigger picture, temporarily taking over your responsibilities to avoid any delays. Don't you agree?"

Le Shaohua was taken aback, his eyes widening as he pointed at Liu Feng: "You..."

"Liu Feng, go about your business." Zhou Zeyuan waved his hand. "Comrade Political Commissar, what's wrong? Did those white dogs upset you?"

He stood up, walked over to Le Shaohua, and spoke with concern:

"Even so, you shouldn't take your anger out on me! I've been running around doing this for you, not sleeping a wink for a day and a night, and I'm at least your assistant. Come on, sit down, I'll show you something good, and you won't be angry anymore after you see it."

Le Shaohua was forced into a chair, still muttering, "Don't try to fool me..."

Zhou Zeyuan pulled a piece of paper out of his military satchel.

Le Shaohua looked down.

Commendation Order from the Central Military Commission.

He scanned the list, reading each line carefully. He paid little attention to the standard phrases at the beginning, until he saw the "Personal Awards" section…

Le Shaohua, the political commissar of the corps, volunteered to go to the enemy camp to negotiate. He used psychological warfare to stabilize the enemy and buy time for the rendezvous. He was awarded a first-class merit and the Red Flag Medal.

His eyes widened suddenly.

This time it was really big, the kind where the pupils were dilated.

He pointed to his nose: "First-class merit? This...this is me?"

Zhou Zeyuan leaned against the edge of the table, arms crossed: "What else? Isn't it written very clearly here? Comrade Le Shaohua, not a single word is misspelled."

Le Shaohua lowered his head again and read the line of text over and over again three times.

Then he suddenly raised his head, his anger vanishing like smoke blown away by a gust of wind.

"Oh dear! Comrade Zeyuan! I misunderstood you! I knew it! You always handle work matters extremely well, how could you possibly make a mistake?"

Liu Feng, who was sitting next to him, sat back down and continued to check the expenses for money and food that had been paid for mobilizing the masses.

Hearing this, I secretly rolled my eyes.

This political commissar is also like a dog, his face changes in an instant.

Le Shaohua was still grinning from ear to ear, looking at the commendation certificate over and over again, as if he had received some kind of treasure.

Zhou Zeyuan's face showed a hint of self-reproach, like a child who had done something wrong: "Comrade Political Commissar, although that's true, it was indeed inappropriate of me to assign tasks without consulting you first. I promise I won't do it again next time."

Le Shaohua quickly waved his hand: "Oh, don't say that, it makes us distant! Special cases require special treatment, I understand, I understand!"

He carefully folded the commendation certificate, put it in his inner pocket, patted it to make sure it was in place, and then looked up.

"However..." His smile faded slightly, replaced by a serious expression, "Now that I'm back, shouldn't we hand over the work-related matters?"

Zhou Zeyuan rubbed his face and yawned.

"Of course. I've had a long day too, and haven't had a proper night's sleep."

He suddenly sighed, "But it's a pity, I still can't sleep tonight. There's a very important task waiting for me."

Le Shaohua raised an eyebrow: "Very important? What kind of mission? What new orders has the Central Committee issued?"

"It wasn't an order from the Central Committee." Zhou Zeyuan turned around, picked up a piece of paper from the table, and handed it to Le Shaohua. "It's intelligence provided by comrades from the Fuzhou Municipal Party Committee. They said a batch of military equipment was discovered in the southern part of the city."

"Military equipment?" Le Shaohua took the paper and glanced at it.

Zhou Zeyuan nodded, speaking casually: "It's the batch of stuff from the Fujian Manufacturing Bureau back then."

"What?!"

Le Shaohua's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, and his eyes widened even more than when he saw the commendation order.

"Fujian Manufacturing Bureau? Weren't all those machines dismantled?"

Zhou Zeyuan calmly explained, "It was indeed dismantled. After the Fujian Incident of the 19th Route Army was quelled, Peanut did order the closure of the Fujian Manufacturing Bureau, and the equipment should have been dismantled and taken away or sold."

"But I can't stop the officials under my command, they're all skilled in 'Flying Cloud Dragon Probing Hand'." At this point, Zhou Zeyuan gave a "you know what I mean" look.