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

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Bayonet against bayonet.

Under the moonlight, a cold glint flashed!

Every Red Army soldier fought as if their lives depended on it, their eyes bloodshot, as they battled the enemy before them.

Ye Fei stabbed a Nationalist soldier through the chest with his bayonet. Before he could turn around, he swung his rifle butt at another enemy who was rushing at him.

At that moment, Wei Dajiang led his company and silently circled around to the flank and rear of the Nationalist army's assault force.

"Fire!" At the command, the soldiers of the 1st Company opened fire fiercely from the flank.

The Nationalist army was thrown into chaos, attacked from both sides, and its formation began to crumble.

Even so, these Nationalist soldiers fought to the death and refused to retreat.

Old Wang was really good to them, using his own money to subsidize military pay. There were very few like him, not only in the National Revolutionary Army, but also across the entire country.

Especially compared to their former employer, Feng Yuxiang, he was practically like their own father.

When it comes to risking their lives, these men from Northwest China won't hesitate!

Not long after, the second wave of Nationalist army reinforcements rushed up and joined the battle.

The two sides clashed fiercely on the hillside, the battle becoming extremely intense.

Every inch of land was fought over repeatedly, and every trench was stained with blood.

On another hilltop, the 1st Regiment of the 3rd Division was also engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Nationalist army.

But their situation was much better than that of the Independent Regiment. The Red Army soldiers of the First Regiment were extremely aggressive and eager to defeat the attacking forces on the front so that they could go and support the friendly forces on the opposite hill.

As bayonets clashed, the Nationalist army's lines were gradually compressed.

Wang Yaowu stood on the high ground behind him, observing the battle situation ahead through binoculars.

Flares were launched intermittently, illuminating parts of the battlefield.

He saw that hill, the hill that the Red Army had defended, still there like a nail.

No matter how many times his men launched an attack, they could never shake him.

A sense of unease gradually arose within him.

Things seem to be developing in a direction that is beyond his control.

He originally thought that by concentrating the firepower of the entire brigade and smashing it down with one blow, he could surely shatter the Red Army's defenses.

But now it seems that the Red Army troops are more tenacious than he expected.

Despite suffering heavy casualties under their continuous attacks, the Red Army fought to the death and refused to retreat.

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from the southeast.

The sound was so soft that it was almost drowned out by the clamor of the battlefield.

Wang Yaowu initially thought he had misheard, perhaps it was the echo of an exploding shell, or tinnitus.

But the sound didn't come once; it came one after another, rolling over from afar like muffled thunder.

Wang Yaowu's brows furrowed suddenly.

That wasn't the sound of gunfire from the front lines.

The artillery at the front line was right in front of him, and he knew exactly where each shot would hit.

That direction was behind him.

Before he could react, an artillery staff officer had already left his gun position and was running over quickly.

The man forgot about saluting and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Commander! It's artillery fire! We're hearing artillery fire from behind!"

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone around heard it.

Wang Yaowu's expression suddenly changed.

Behind them, the sound of cannons.

A thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

The Red Army actually managed to get behind him?

He glanced around almost subconsciously.

Several staff officers, adjutants, and Qiu Weida all had somewhat stiff expressions on their faces.

Wang Yaowu immediately realized what was happening and sternly rebuked, "There was no artillery fire. You misheard. Go back to your post."

The artillery staff officer was taken aback, but when he met Wang Yaowu's cold and sharp eyes, he suddenly understood.

He didn't say anything more, saluted, turned around and ran back quickly.

The people around looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Wang Yaowu stood there, his expression returning to calm.

"Order to withdraw the troops."

Qiu Weida was taken aback: "Commander, this..."

"Withdraw the troops and prepare for the next attack."

The signal flare signaling the retreat rose into the night sky, emitting a blinding red light.

The Nationalist soldiers, who were locked in fierce fighting with the Red Army on the hillside, saw the signal and began to retreat while taking turns providing cover.

The withdrawal of the Second Regiment went relatively smoothly.

They were already locked in a fierce battle with Ye Fei's Independent Regiment, neither side gaining a significant advantage.

Breaking off contact is not difficult.

But it's different on the other side.

They were already under pressure from the Red Army, and their formation was already loose. As soon as they retreated, the Red Army on the other side pounced on them like sharks smelling blood.

The rearguard of the regiment was badly attacked, and several platoons were surrounded and unable to withdraw.

The regimental commander was frantic and personally led his guard platoon back to rescue the people. In the end, they were only able to retreat in a sorry state thanks to the heavy firepower of the brigade headquarters.

Wang Yaowu stood on the high ground, watching a retreating troop, his expression unchanged.

He turned around and said to his adjutant, "Call the Third Battalion Commander over."

A moment later, the battalion commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 2nd Regiment ran over. He was a burly man in his thirties from Northwest China, with gunpowder still smeared on his face.

Wang Yaowu looked at him and remained silent for two seconds.

"Old Liu, our retreat is about to be cut off by the Red Army. I must lead the troops to retreat immediately."

The battalion commander's pupils contracted slightly. But he didn't ask anything, he just straightened his back.

"Commander, let me cover your retreat. You saved my life in the first place. Today, I'm repaying you."

"What I want is not for you to die." Wang Yaowu sighed, patted the third battalion commander on the shoulder, "You just need to hold them off for fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes is enough?"

The battalion commander's voice suddenly rose: "As long as one man from the Third Battalion is alive, we will never let the Red Army cross this line!"

"No. Your mission is to delay for fifteen minutes. After fifteen minutes, the entire army will be safe. Then, if you can break out, then do so."

"We cannot break out... I allow my brothers to surrender to the Red Army. Afterwards, I will do everything in my power to ransom you."

The battalion commander's eyes reddened, and he choked up.

In the end, he didn't say anything, just nodded heavily, turned around and ran away.

Wang Yaowu watched his figure disappear into the night, stood there stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the command post.

His steps were steady, his back was straight, and he showed no sign of being in a hurry.

He knew he was the backbone of this army.

He must not panic or act rashly.

In his panic, the entire brigade scattered.

On the other side, atop the hill, Ye Fei collapsed amidst a pile of corpses, gasping for breath.

He was covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell whether it was his own or someone else's.

He casually grabbed a water bottle from a nearby Nationalist soldier's corpse, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp.

The water was cold, and as it flowed down my throat, it felt like a fire burning inside my body.

"Damn, I survived again."

Beside him, Battalion Commander Wei Dajiang was also slumped on the ground.

He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Hurry up! Be quick! Those white dogs could push forward again at any moment! Concentrate all the grenades at the front, count the machine gun ammunition, and get more from the rear if you're short!"

Ye Fei tilted his head, watching Wei Dajiang busy at work, and suddenly smiled.

This kid is even more troublesome than him.

Just as he was about to stand up and stretch his muscles, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

No, the white dog is running away!