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

Su Da sighed, his tone becoming heavy: "Shanghai is a place our Party has cultivated for a long time, and it has an extremely rich talent pool."

"They have plenty of talent in fields like medicine, industry, and finance that we urgently need. But I'm worried that not all of them are our own comrades."

Zhou Zeyuan picked up the conversation: "The situation is indeed quite complicated. It's almost certain that once the mass migration begins, Kuomintang agents will be on their way."

"Even underground party members themselves couldn't distinguish whether the comrades around them were comrades-in-arms or enemies."

Su Yu frowned: "If that's the case, isn't this just a candy coated with arsenic? If these spies really get in, we won't be able to completely identify them in a short time, and the consequences will be endless."

Xun Huaizhou leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his expression grave: "They're treating us like a dumping ground, throwing everything into our hands."

"Zeyuan, call Director Liu, Political Commissar Le, and Commander Zeng together later. Let's have a meeting and vote on this resolution."

Zhou Zeyuan shook his head, a cryptic smile playing on his lips:

"Actually, this can't really be considered candy coated with arsenic. That's a bit of an exaggeration."

"In my opinion, this is at most a slightly poisonous mushroom. But if you cook it properly, it tastes absolutely delicious."

Spy? Agent?

Haha, so far, no one has been able to infiltrate his troops.

Xun Huaizhou was taken aback and asked in confusion, "How do you cook it thoroughly? Didn't you hear what Comrade Su Da said? There's simply no way to completely distinguish them."

Zhou Zeyuan rested his hands on the edge of the table, his gaze sweeping over the three men: "What if I can identify them? Don't underestimate our counter-espionage capabilities."

Suda's eyes lit up. "You've always been full of clever ideas, tell me about them."

Zhou Zeyuan waved his hand: "This is something that can't be said, it has to be done. Let me just say one thing: our true Party members have strong willpower and can endure extremely difficult environments."

"Once they arrive, I'll arrange the work-related matters. Their own work performance will be the best indicator of their true character. I can guarantee that the harm caused by these people will be minimized."

Su Yu's expression softened slightly: "That's great. We can report back to the Central Committee now."

He then added, "I just don't know if these comrades will be able to arrive safely."

Su Da chimed in, "No problem. Our route is still very well concealed. Moreover, as long as the Kuomintang wants to infiltrate our Fujian-Eastern base area, they won't stop these comrades."

Zhou Zeyuan sneered: "This time, I'll make the Kuomintang lose both their wife and their army."

Night fell over the First Division's camp.

After a day of training, the Red Army soldiers finally got a much-needed rest.

Each class was busy washing up and soaking their feet, and the barracks were filled with the warmth of steaming hot water.

Squad leader Wu Guisheng carefully poured a kettle of boiling water into the foot bath.

He added some cold water, tested the temperature with his hand, and then straightened up.

"We only have one stove in our class, who wants to go first?"

Veteran Zheng Dayou sat on the edge of the bed, untying his leg wrappings. Without looking up, he replied, "I'll go first. This guard duty is more tiring than your drills."

As he spoke, he neatly folded the leg wraps he had taken off and placed them next to his pillow.

Only then did he pick up the foot basin and place it in front of the bed, slowly immersing his feet in the water, and let out a comfortable sigh.

Li Shutong, a student soldier who had just joined the army from Fuzhou, shuddered slightly when he saw this scene.

He hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but walk over and test the temperature of the water with his finger.

The moment his fingertips touched the water, he quickly pulled them back, shaking his hand and saying, "Old Zheng, you dare to soak in something this hot!"

Zheng Dayou didn't even lift his eyelids, and said leisurely, "You'll get used to it after a while."

At this moment, squad leader Wu Guisheng walked in carrying an empty water bottle.

Seeing Li Shutong standing next to Zheng Dayou, he called out, "Little Li, take off your leg wraps, I'll teach you how to tie them."

Li Shutong was a little embarrassed, and lowered his head to rub his hands: "Squad leader, I can do this myself, you don't need to teach me."

Zheng Dayou retorted without hesitation, "What do you mean, 'know how'? This morning you couldn't even get it tied properly after eight minutes; the class monitor had to help you. What, are you going to expect the class monitor to tie it for you every time from now on?"

Li Shutong's face flushed red, and he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.

Wu Guisheng patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Haha, it's okay. You just joined the army, it's normal that you don't know how. This kind of thing is all about practice makes perfect, you just need to practice more."

"When Lao Zheng first joined the army, he couldn't even tell left from right. You're much better than him."

Li Shutong felt a sweet warmth in his heart. As he untied his leg bindings, he muttered to himself, "Then I just don't understand, who invented such a troublesome thing?"

The squad leader crouched down, took the leg wraps from his hand, and said in a more serious tone, "This wasn't invented by anyone; it was forced upon us by the White Dogs. To survive, you have to run fast."

"The iron feet of our Red Army relied on straw sandals and leg wraps, these were two magical tools. Every Red Army soldier had to master the skills of weaving straw sandals and making leg wraps."

Another veteran chimed in, "Little Li, you've come at the right time. We've switched to cloth shoes lately. Otherwise, you'd have to learn two skills at the same time."

"We only have two pairs of cloth shoes, they won't last long, they'll eventually wear out," the squad leader said as he helped Xiao Li straighten the cloth bindings.

"I'll teach you how to weave straw sandals later, but you must make sure you tie these leg wraps properly."

Otherwise, during future military training, after walking for long periods, my legs will swell up like pig's trotters.

A good-natured laugh rang out from the barracks.

Li Shutong couldn't help but laugh.

The sorrow and worries of being away from home seemed less heavy in this group that felt like a big family, under the care of veteran comrades.

The squad leader squatted down in front of him, demonstrating and explaining at the same time, and Li Shutong followed along attentively.

Wrap the leg wraps tightly around the legs, and finally tie them securely with a strap.

There's a lot more to these seemingly simple leg wraps than meets the eye.

The most crucial element is the pressure. If it's too loose, it won't work; if it's too tight, it will constrict your legs.

You really have to try it out again and again to find the feeling that suits you best.

Suddenly, a series of urgent bugle calls came from outside the barracks.

It's the bugle call for an emergency assembly!

Everyone froze for a moment, and then the entire barracks erupted into chaos.

Zheng Dayou hurriedly grabbed a towel and wiped his feet haphazardly a couple of times, shouting as he pulled on socks:

"Xiao Li, hurry up! This is no joke!"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw that Li Shutong was already dressed neatly and standing in front of him.

He stomped his feet twice deftly, a hint of smugness on his face: "Old Zheng, I should be faster than you this time."

Zheng Dayou was stunned for a moment, then laughed and scolded, "Good lad, you're lucky."

A moment later, the companies on the parade ground began to count off.

Nine infantry companies and one mortar company were assembled and lined up in a neat square in the night, with only their flags fluttering in the evening wind.

Regiment Commander Zhao Zhiming stood at the front of the line, glancing down at the pocket watch in his hand.

He frowned slightly and said to his division commander, Hu Tiantao, beside him, "Commander, this time it's six minutes slower than before."