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

Zhou Zeyuan leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head:

"If I weren't forced to, I wouldn't want to use my trump card. If I really cripple these two people, it'll be hard to find suitable replacements right away."

"Zeng Hongyi is fine; his only value is in maintaining balance. But Le Shaohua... his recent talent in military production makes me a little reluctant to touch him."

Xun Huaizhou nodded thoughtfully: "I understand. A 3:2 ratio would be ideal, but even if it doesn't, your inclusion in the leadership team will prevent the situation from spiraling out of control."

Upon hearing this, Su Yu couldn't help but interject, "Zeyuan, is Director Liu... one of your men?"

Zhou Zeyuan shook his head, his tone frank: "Of course not. But I'm sure he's not one of Le Shaohua's men either. For me, that's enough."

"How can that be enough? People's hearts are unpredictable; what if he sides with the enemy..."

"It's alright." Zhou Zeyuan interrupted Su Yu's worries. "I've already planted a thorn in Le Shaohua's heart. Even if Liu Shengmu takes the initiative to get closer to him, it will take time for the two of them to build trust. But I won't give them that time."

"Remember what I said? The biggest problem with the Zeng Le Alliance is that they're not united enough. They have too many petty schemes and lack a broad perspective. It would be easy to break them up."

Su Yu and Xun Huaizhou exchanged a glance, a hint of curiosity flashing in their eyes.

"How do we dismantle it?" Xun Huaizhou asked.

Zhou Zeyuan didn't answer directly, but turned and called out towards the door, "Xiao Zhong!"

The curtain was lifted, and the guard, Xiao Zhong, poked half his body in: "Present!"

"Call Company Commander Chen over."

Xiao Zhong responded and ran out.

Not long after, Chen Sheng, the reconnaissance company commander, strode in, his back ramrod straight, and saluted the three men.

Zhou Zeyuan looked at him and calmly ordered, "Old Chen, I'm giving you a task."

"I need Le Shaohua to receive a rumor that Zeng Hongyi is going to visit me and discuss road construction. I don't care how you do it, you figure it out yourself. Can you do it?"

"We guarantee the mission will be completed."

Chen Sheng answered crisply and decisively, then turned and left, his footsteps quickly disappearing outside the door.

The tent was quiet for a moment.

Su Yu was the first to react, her eyes widening slightly: "Hiss... that's a really ruthless move. Le Shaohua already suspected that Director Liu was one of your men, and now Commander Zeng is actively siding with you... does he have any other choice but to admit defeat?"

Xun Huaizhou also realized what was happening, a complex expression on his face: "Impressive, Zeyuan. You've really figured out how to manipulate people. I don't think many of us on our side can match you."

Zhou Zeyuan waved his hand: "What's this? It's just the most basic tactic. Once you witness my more open and honest methods, you'll understand what true insight into people's hearts means."

Su Yu nodded thoughtfully and said in a low voice, "Committee Member Li... is indeed unfathomable."

Xun Huaizhou leaned forward, asking with interest, "What's the name of that move you just used?"

Zhou Zeyuan glanced at him and uttered four words: "Prisoner's Dilemma."

……

Zhou Zeyuan wasn't worried about whether Chen Sheng could deliver the intelligence effectively!

On the surface, things have been calm within the legion recently.

In fact, the battles on the hidden front have always existed.

Le Shaohua is no innocent innocent; when it comes to planting spies around others, he was the first to do it.

But in these kinds of situations, it's not always the case that whoever strikes first has the advantage.

Zhou Zeyuan, relying on his personal charm and his growing prestige in the military, turned the tables and turned the spies he had planted into his own people.

This intelligence, or rather this rumor, cannot withstand scrutiny.

But its brilliance lies in the fact that it perfectly matches Zeng Hongyi's persona.

Even if Zeng Hongyi patted his chest and swore an oath in front of Le Shaohua at this point, Le Shaohua would not believe a single word he said!

This is the situation.

Let alone Le Shaohua.

Many well-known politicians would have been trapped in the same situation!

In a losing situation, who would dare to trust a cowardly and two-faced ally?

That afternoon, the doors and windows of the Special Committee Secretary's office were tightly closed.

Le Shaohua locked himself in his room and refused to see anyone.

He smoked all afternoon, wavering between ideals and dignity.

In the end, he still felt...

Face is important, but it can be regained if lost.

If you're kicked out of the core of power, you may never be able to come back.

But will Zhou Zeyuan forgive him?

Will spitting out insults and refusing to listen really lead to a good outcome?

A battle raged within my mind!

Until nightfall.

Le Shaohua was still standing by the window in his office, the ashtray on his desk piled up like a small mountain.

"Oh shit."

He muttered a curse under his breath, unsure whether he was cursing Zhou Zeyuan, Zeng Hongyi, or himself.

He stood up, straightened his collar, and fastened the top button of his Zhongshan suit.

He then pulled out a copy of the "Mindong Military Industry Production Short-Term Plan" from the drawer, folded it, and put it in his pocket.

If you're going to put on a show, go all the way.

Since I'm going to talk to Zhou Zeyuan about work, I should bring something with me.

The night is beautiful tonight.

The moonlight cast a pure white glow.

Under the moonlight, a furtive figure appeared in the legion's command post.

He spent the entire afternoon hesitating, wavering, and filled with fear.

Finally, with gritted teeth, a stomp of the foot, and a resolute heart, he made a decision.

Zeng Hongyi, the commander-in-chief of the Northern Expeditionary Anti-Japanese Vanguard Team, decided to surrender and lose half the war!

To get from his residence to Zhou Zeyuan's office, he had to walk through the entire compound of the Special Committee.

He walked very slowly, glancing left and right as he went, like a country bumpkin visiting the city for the first time.

Actually, he was checking if there were any acquaintances among them.

At this time, there are hardly any people left in the courtyard.

Most cadres were busy all day and returned to their respective residences in the evening.

Only a few guards and sentries stood in the corner, guns resting on their shoulders, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

Zeng Hongyi lowered his head, quickened his pace, and walked through the shade of a banana tree.

His heart was beating so fast that he felt embarrassed.

As the commander-in-chief, why is he walking around his own territory like a thief?

But he just couldn't control himself.

Zhou Zeyuan was no different from anyone he had ever encountered before. On the surface, he was tolerant and generous to his colleagues, but petty and narrow-minded to outsiders, and his words were witty and humorous.

Serious yet lively, united yet tense, he is a typical proletarian revolutionary fighter!

but……

That's just appearances. Anyone who has checked his past records knows that those who oppose him never have a good ending.

At the very least, they were transferred from their posts due to serious misconduct.

Needless to say, Zhou Zeyuan will attend his memorial service.

He didn't want to be the main character at the memorial service.

Therefore, selling Le Shaohua decisively is the best choice at present!

It's like all the choices he's made in his life—finding the safest corner to hide in before the storm hits.