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

The trenches were dug very deep, and the machine gun emplacements were arranged in a staggered pattern. Each firing point was carefully designed, forming a crossfire network.

Wang Yaowu's First Supplementary Brigade unleashed a barrage of bombardments on the hilltop, raining down shells that turned the soil upside down again and again.

Even so, it still couldn't shake the Red Army's defensive positions.

Machine guns clashed, bullets whistling through the air. Casualty numbers rose rapidly.

Even though they were at a disadvantage in terms of equipment, after capturing Fuzhou, the equipment level of the Third Division was no longer significantly different from that of the First Supplementary Brigade.

With the advantage of the terrain, the two sides fought back and forth, and neither could easily overpower the other.

Wang Yaowu stood on the high ground of the temporary command post, observing the battle scene on the distant hilltop through binoculars.

All that could be seen in the field of vision was the constant explosion of firelight, like lightning on a summer night, illuminating the mountain shadows intermittently.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression revealing neither joy nor anger.

Just then, the bugle call of the Red Army suddenly rang out from the opposite hilltop.

The bugle call was loud and urgent, piercing through the roar of artillery fire and cutting through the night sky like a sharp blade.

Immediately afterwards, groups of figures appeared on the mountainside—the Red Army!

They leaped out of the trenches and surged towards the Nationalist army positions below the mountain like a tidal wave.

Wang Yaowu abruptly put down his binoculars and shouted, "Fire a flare up! I need to check the situation!"

The mortar crewman quickly adjusted the angle, and with a muffled thud, a flare shot into the sky, leaving a dazzling trail of flame, and exploded in mid-air, illuminating the entire hilltop as if it were daytime.

In the light of the flares, the view on the mountainside was breathtakingly clear.

The Red Army charged forward like tigers descending a mountain, their bayonets gleaming coldly in the firelight, their morale soaring like an uncontrollable flame.

They clashed with the Nationalist soldiers who were charging upwards, bayonet to bayonet, neither side showing any intention of retreating.

But it was clear that the Red Army had the advantage of being on higher ground and had a stronger morale.

Wang Yaowu stood there, glanced at it a few times, then put down his binoculars and sighed softly.

"Withdraw the troops; avoid unnecessary sacrifices."

Qiu Weida looked puzzled: "Commander, we've fought our way this far, isn't it a waste to retreat now?"

Wang Yaowu turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes filled with a cold glint.

"Who told you I was going to retreat?"

Qiu Wenda was stunned and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Attacks require careful methods and approaches. The first and second regiments were vying for credit with each other, resulting in a complete lack of coordination in the battle. This was something I hadn't considered."

Wang Yaowu took a deep breath and said decisively:

"Order: The 1st Regiment will launch a main attack on the eastern hills, concentrating all the brigade's firepower on them. The 2nd Regiment will be responsible for a feint attack on the western flank to tie down the enemy. With this one blow, I refuse to believe we can't shatter the Red Army's iron shell!"

The roar of artillery fire nearly lifted the entire hilltop off its feet.

Wang Yaowu's entire brigade concentrated its firepower on the eastern hills, and shells rained down like a storm, shattering the Red Army's positions.

The soil, mixed with pebbles, shot into the sky and then fell back down.

Many trenches were destroyed by bombs, and many soldiers were buried in the ground.

When the comrades dug through the mud with their bare hands and pulled the people out, some were still coughing and spitting out mouthfuls of mud and sand, while others had already lost their breath.

Heavy casualties.

But the Red Army soldiers remained firmly rooted to the ground, refusing to retreat even a single step.

The gunfire finally stopped.

The smoke slowly dissipated, and a brief silence fell over the battlefield.

My ears were still ringing, and the echo of the explosion lingered in the valley for a long time.

Battalion Commander Wei Dajiang, crouching low, quickly found Ye Fei along the tattered trenches. "Political Commissar, it seems the Nationalist army's main attack is heading this way!"

Ye Fei squatted beside a shell crater, wiping the dirt off the gun with his sleeve.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Hmph! They're treating us like pushovers."

He quickly glanced at the situation on the battlefield and lowered his voice:

"Old Wei, you take the first company to the left flank. When we counter-charge later, you guys take a couple of steps slower. Once we're locked in combat with the enemy, you can attack their flank."

Wei Dajiang's eyes lit up, and he nodded heavily. He turned around and went to gather the soldiers of the first company. Under the cover of night, they quietly moved to the left.

Before long, the Nationalist army from the foot of the mountain pressed up.

In the darkness, countless figures appeared and disappeared in the light of the flares.

The sound of footsteps echoed, like a black tide surging in the night.

In the trenches, Red Army soldiers pulled open the caps of their grenades and laid out the wooden-handled grenades in front of them.

In the past, the Red Army lacked guns and ammunition, so they would often let the enemy get within fifty meters before engaging them.

The equipment of the Second Independent Regiment in Eastern Fujian has improved considerably, and they have ample ammunition.

But their previous encounters made them realize that the Nationalist army on the other side was no ordinary fighting force.

In mid-to-long-range firefights, even with their superior position, they are at a disadvantage.

Ultimately, the shooting capabilities of these local troops were far inferior to those of the elite Nationalist army.

It's better to rely on courage than on shooting skills.

The footsteps of the Nationalist army grew closer and closer.

In the darkness, their figures could be seen crouching as they moved forward, their helmets gleaming darkly in the dim light.

When the Nationalist troops entered within 60 or 70 meters, Ye Fei suddenly roared, "Fire!"

The light machine gun, which had been aimed for some time, immediately opened fire, the flames spitting from its muzzle particularly dazzling in the night.

Rifle fire erupted, and bullets rained down on the Nationalist troops below the mountain like locusts.

Several Nationalist soldiers fell to the ground, but the rest reacted quickly.

Some of them lay down on the spot, using shell craters and stones as cover to engage the Red Army in firefights, attempting to suppress the Red Army's firepower.

The other group quickly deployed in skirmish lines, guns at the ready, crouching low, and launched an assault up the mountain.

The Nationalist soldiers were indeed very accurate marksmen, and the Red Army soldiers kept falling from the guns.

But no one retreated. The wounded were dragged to the back of the trench, and those behind immediately filled their positions.

The Nationalist army's charge drew ever closer.

When they reached a distance of about thirty meters, Ye Fei decisively gave the order: "Grenade!"

The soldiers had been waiting for this moment. They swung their arms and threw grenades one after another with all their might.

The grenades traced arcs through the air before landing amidst the charging Nationalist troops, emitting deafening explosions.

In the flickering firelight, severed limbs and debris flew up along with the dirt.

At this point, the Nationalist soldiers responsible for suppressing fire from the rear also stopped firing.

The Red Army had already stopped firing and started using hand grenades.

At such a short distance, with bayonets at the ready, it would take ten seconds to charge up.

They also carried guns and charged upwards, shouting.

After a round of grenade throwing, before the smoke had even cleared, Ye Fei was the first to raise his bayonet and leap out of the trench: "Comrades, follow me!"

The figure shot out like lightning in the night, taking the lead.

"kill!"

Countless Red Army soldiers, like tigers released from their cages, roared and surged out of the trenches, following Ye Fei and launching a counter-offensive against the Nationalist army.

Bayonets gleamed coldly in the darkness, and the sound of footsteps shook the earth.

The two teams collided with a deafening roar.