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

Zhou Zeyuan's office is located at the deepest part of the courtyard. It is a detached brick and tile house with a small open space in front of the door, where a clump of bamboo grows.

The moonlight shone on the bamboo leaves, making them gleam with a silvery-white light, and they rustled softly in the wind.

Zeng Hongyi turned the corner and stepped up the stairs...

Then he froze.

A person was standing on the steps.

The person had their back to him, facing the tightly closed wooden door of Zhou Zeyuan's office.

With his hands behind his back and his shoulders slightly forward, he seemed to be hesitating whether or not to knock on the door.

The moonlight cast a long shadow of that person, stretching all the way to Zeng Hongyi's feet.

Zeng Hongyi recognized the figure from behind.

He was all too familiar.

Those broad shoulders, that perpetually straight back, and that faded military cap.

Le Shaohua.

Zeng Hongyi's steps suddenly stopped, as if he had been nailed to the ground by something.

His first reaction was to turn around and leave.

He had already taken half a step back, his knees were bent, but just then, the person in front also heard the noise behind him.

Le Shaohua turned around.

Eyes facing each other.

Under the moonlight, both of their expressions froze.

Le Shaohua's mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but something seemed to be blocking his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

His eyes were wide open, his pupils reflecting Zeng Hongyi's equally stiff face.

Zeng Hongyi wasn't much better off.

The color drained from his face in an instant, his lips trembled, and he forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Comrade Shao... Comrade Shaohua. You... you've come too?"

Le Shaohua stared intently at Zeng Hongyi, his expression as varied as a palette.

There was anger, helplessness, and a deep weariness.

Of course, there was regret, but not shock.

Liangxipi! I should have known better than to hesitate and just push the door open.

He sighed, as if resigned to his fate, "You're here too... to see Comrade Zeyuan?"

Zeng Hongyi opened his mouth, wanting to deny it, but when he met Le Shaohua's eyes, he suddenly felt that any explanation would be meaningless.

He nodded, the movement so small it was almost imperceptible.

The two remained silent under the moonlight, neither of them uttering a word.

The night wind rustled through the bamboo forest, the sound particularly clear in the quiet courtyard.

In his office, Zhou Zeyuan sat at his desk, looking at the enemy situation report he had compiled.

The recent movements of the enemy forces to the west have been very strange. In addition to constantly reinforcing their troops, their troop deployment style is extremely bizarre, leaving him completely baffled.

Simply put, it sometimes clumps together and then moves forward rapidly.

Suddenly they stopped midway, guarding all the major transportation routes and posing as if to blockade the base.

Yes, they started gathering troops again yesterday.

If we weren't so far away, with this level of skill, I'd scatter my ashes to the winds.

Xiao Zhong walked in carrying a cup of tea and casually said, "Commander, there seems to be someone outside."

Zhou Zeyuan didn't even look up: "Who is it?"

Xiao Zhong scratched his head. "It's... Political Commissar Yue and Commander-in-Chief Zeng."

Zhou Zeyuan paused for a moment.

Xiao Zhong saw a rare hint of shock in his own legion commander's eyes.

"Both of them are here?"

"They're all here," Xiao Zhong said in a low voice. "Standing at the door, no one's saying a word, it's kind of awkward."

"Let them in."

Xiao Zhong responded, turned around and walked out, but looked back at the door one last time.

Zhou Zeyuan had already picked up his pen again and was looking down at the report, as if the two people standing outside had nothing to do with him.

But in fact, Zhou Zeyuan's toes had already started to dig into the ground.

How could this be?

This joke has gone way too far!

Even killing someone is just a matter of beheading them!

Lao Le came over to apologize to him, corrected his position, and said they could still be good comrades in the future.

He was quite adept at using this brick of revolution.

He truly hadn't expected that Zeng Hongyi would also come, and that they would bump into each other.

Just imagining this scene is enough.

He felt goosebumps all over his body.

Le Shaohua and Zeng Hongyi were still standing at the entrance.

The two people were only two or three steps apart, yet it felt as if there was an invisible wall between them.

The moonlight cast their shadows side by side on the ground, like two wooden stakes driven into the soil, motionless.

Xiao Zhong came out and saluted the two men: "Political Commissar, Commander-in-Chief, and Legion Commander, please come in."

Le Shaohua took a deep breath and stepped onto the stairs.

Zeng Hongyi followed behind, his pace even slower than when he arrived.

The two people walked one after the other through the slightly ajar wooden door.

……

As night fell over the waters off eastern Fujian, thirteen small fishing boats, their lights off, bobbed and swayed in the waves.

The leader squatted at the bow of the boat, holding a flashlight in his hand, but he didn't turn it on.

He squinted at the dark sea in the distance, then glanced at his pocket watch, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Old Zhang, why aren't you here yet? It should be about time." A young man behind him asked.

The team leader, known as Lao Zhang, waved his hand and said, "Don't be impatient. We've set off a bit too early. Let's wait a little longer."

He said that, but his fingers unconsciously rubbed the flashlight switch.

The wind and waves aren't too big tonight, but you never know what will happen at sea.

If something goes wrong over there, this batch of goods could be in jeopardy.

They've run into trouble before when they're involved in maritime smuggling, but this shipment is particularly important.

About fifteen minutes later, a blurry shadow suddenly appeared on the distant sea.

Old Zhang perked up. "They're here."

The shadow drew closer and closer, gradually revealing the outline of a cargo ship with a considerable displacement.

The ship was pitch black, without any flags, except for a faint navigation light on the mast.

The cargo ship stopped about two hundred meters away from the small boat, and then a beam of light appeared on its bow.

One long and two short.

Old Zhang was overjoyed. He raised his flashlight and flashed it three times in the direction of the cargo ship, two short flashes and one long flash.

Confirmed.

As the cargo ship slowly approached, Old Zhang grabbed a rope from the side of the ship and deftly tossed it onto the cargo ship. Someone on board caught it and quickly secured it.

He and several team members quickly climbed onto the deck of the cargo ship.

Several foreigners were standing on the deck, led by a tall, middle-aged man with an unlit cigar in his mouth.

"Captain Zhang, sorry to keep you waiting." The foreigner grinned and pulled a list from his pocket.

"Here is the list of this batch of goods. Please check it."

Old Zhang took the list, and someone immediately handed him a lantern.

By the dim light, he read down line by line, "Vz24 rifles, four hundred..."

"It's what you often call the Ma Sihuan," the foreigner interjected. "It has a short barrel, high accuracy, and is easy to carry, making it useful for both cavalry and close combat."

Old Zhang nodded: "I know this. I've used it before. It's definitely a good gun."

"One thousand Vz98/22 rifles, what kind of gun is that?"

The foreigner thought for a moment before saying, "You should call it a Czech-made long rifle here. Oh, next time I'll just use the local name."

"Can't you just add both ways of writing it? That way we won't have to keep guessing."

The foreigner laughed heartily, "OK, no problem! I'll write two lines for you next time."

Old Zhang continued reading: "The Committee's Type 88, the old-style slide rifle, six hundred of them. A total of two thousand rifles."

"Fifty Czech-made light machine guns and 600,000 rounds of 7.9mm rifle ammunition. Excellent."