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

The following morning, in the conference room of the temporary command center in Fuzhou.

When Zhou Zeyuan and Le Shaohua walked in one after the other, everyone present was stunned for a moment.

Both of these legion commanders had prominent dark circles under their eyes, as if they had made a pact.

Chen Shangrong stood up with concern, her gaze falling on Zhou Zeyuan's face:

"Commander, you didn't sleep a wink last night, did you? Work is important, but taking care of your health is even more important."

Le Shaohua glanced at him unhappily. This local comrade was too impolite. The corps commander should take care of his health, but the political commissar doesn't need to take care of his health, right?

Zhou Zeyuan waved his hand and sat down in the chair: "Didn't you also stay up all night last night?"

"I've slept long enough in prison. Missing a night or two won't matter." Chen Shangrong smiled faintly, his tone carrying a sense of composure after surviving a close call.

"But you haven't had a proper rest for more than a few days since you started fighting all this time. Your body will break down."

Su Yu, who was standing next to him, also chimed in, "Zeyuan, you persuaded me to go to bed last night, so why are you staying up all night? We can all help you with your work; you don't have to carry it all alone."

Zhou Zeyuan rolled his eyes inwardly.

Still, we have to be wary of those two unreliable teammates from the Legion Headquarters.

If I go to sleep too, with no one to keep them in check, who knows what kind of trouble they might cause.

He picked up the enamel mug on the table, took a sip of cold tea, and replied calmly, "You've been wounded before, so it's best not to stay up late unless necessary. I don't care. Back when we were fighting mobile warfare in Sanming, I once went seven days and seven nights without closing my eyes, and still led my troops in circles in the mountains."

"I estimate we can only stay in Fuzhou for a maximum of five days. Time is tight and the task is heavy. Even sleeping a little longer is a luxury."

Zeng Hongyi, however, grew somewhat anxious. He opened the folder in front of him and spoke solemnly:

"News has come from the Central Committee. Three divisions of the Eastern Route Army have begun to be transferred eastward."

"From the direction of eastern Zhejiang, some security regiments and supplementary brigades have also boarded the ships, their target clearly being Fuzhou."

"While the central government commended us, it also specifically reminded us to be careful and to leave Fuzhou as soon as possible, heading north to southern Anhui."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zeyuan's gaze sharpened slightly.

Could Wang Yaowu's First Supplementary Brigade also be among this batch of troops transferred eastward?

Le Shaohua sneered, "It seems our Commander-in-Chief Jiang is getting a bit impatient. Many of our Red Army's main corps don't even get to experience such a large-scale operation, do they?"

Zhou Zeyuan shook his head, his tone calm but with a hint of seriousness: "I'd rather not enjoy this. It seems we need to compress our schedule even further."

"That won't do!" Le Shaohua exclaimed immediately. "I still have a lot of machinery and equipment to disassemble and move! Those are all huge pieces of equipment; you can't just carry them away. A few days definitely won't be enough!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present became serious.

On this single day, the Seventh Red Army Corps reaped an extremely rich harvest in Fuzhou. They had everything they needed: food, clothing, supplies, weapons, ammunition, medical equipment...

Fuzhou is a commercial city; you can buy anything if you have money.

But nothing can compare to the value of those military equipment.

That was a treasure that could fundamentally change the Red Army's military production capacity.

Zhou Zeyuan raised his hand and pressed it down: "We can discuss this later. There's another very important issue right now: the route. If we don't resolve this, everything we've discussed so far is just empty talk."

Upon hearing the words "route problem," everyone present perked up.

This word is very sensitive.

Le Shaohua's brows furrowed immediately: "What's wrong with the route? Comrade Zeyuan, what do you mean by this?"

Zhou Zeyuan chuckled inwardly. These people are like cats; they get all pricked up at the slightest provocation!

"Of course it's about heading to southern Anhui. I heard from a captured Kuomintang officer that the uprising in southern Anhui has been suppressed."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across every face in the room: "Just like our Fuzhou riots, it ended without a trace."

"How is this possible?!" Zeng Hongyi jumped to his feet, his face changing drastically. "The Central Committee didn't inform us of anything about this!"

Silence fell over the meeting room.

After a moment, Su Yu said in a low voice, "The central government has not informed us of the failure of the Fuzhou Uprising."

This statement was like a stone thrown into calm water.

Le Shaohua's face immediately turned very ugly.

Having said that, which of these intelligent people present couldn't figure out the crux of the matter?

Typically, the central government is deceiving them.

Looking back now, there was no large-scale internal support force in Fuzhou at all.

However, the order from the Central Committee stated unequivocally that "the Fuzhou Party organization has made preparations for internal support, and the time is ripe for the attack on the city."

They were tricked into attacking Fuzhou by such information.

However, thanks to Zhou Zeyuan's series of god-like maneuvers, he led his troops to fight their way out and survived a desperate situation.

Otherwise, the fate of this team at this moment would be unimaginable.

Now, the central government is resorting to the same old tricks.

The uprising in southern Anhui had already been suppressed, but the central government still ordered them to go north to southern Anhui.

What awaits them ahead—a smooth road to establishing a base, or a trap already closed in?

The meeting room remained silent for a long time.

Finally, Le Shaohua broke the silence: "Comrade Zeyuan... do you think we can establish a new base area in southern Anhui?"

For some reason, everyone saw a hint of pleading in Le Shaohua's eyes!

But none of them would laugh at him; it concerned the life and death of the entire legion, and they were all deeply concerned.

Zhou Zeyuan remained calm and composed as always: "Haha! Nothing is difficult if you set your mind to it. But... wouldn't it be better to establish a base in eastern Fujian than in southern Anhui?"

"Eastern Fujian has an existing mass base and is close by, making it convenient for us to transport the captured supplies to the base area as much as possible. Moreover, our concerns do not stop there."

"Those military equipment are large and require mules and horses to pull them, as well as stable production conditions. If the troops are marching and fighting all the way, these equipment cannot play their due role and will instead become a burden."

He turned his gaze to Le Shaohua: "I suggest that we first establish a foothold in eastern Fujian and develop it into a second Southern Jiangxi Soviet Area. At the same time, we can expand into northern Fujian, and when conditions are ripe, we can advance into southern Zhejiang. This way, we can still threaten the Kuomintang's stronghold."

Everyone's faces showed interest.

Such a decision was undoubtedly the most realistic and best suited to the actual situation of the Northern Expeditionary Force against Japanese Aggression.