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

The Nationalist army was completely unaware of this.

At the southernmost point of the position, Phoenix Mountain, a battalion of the National Revolutionary Army was stationed.

After breakfast, most of the soldiers lazily lounged in the trenches sunbathing, except for the oilcloth tent at the battalion headquarters, which was still bustling with activity.

Upon closer inspection, a rustling sound could be heard coming from inside.

Four people are playing mahjong around a folding table.

The company commander, sitting to the left of the player, picked up a card, rubbed it on the surface with his thumb, and suddenly stopped: "Huh, what was that sound?"

"Are you trying to renege on your bet after losing?" The battalion commander opposite him, a cigarette dangling from his lips, urged impatiently, "Hurry up and play your cards, stop dawdling..."

Before he could finish speaking...

A shell whistled through the air and crashed down on the front line of the position.

The explosion was deafening.

The silver coins on the table were shaken and bounced up, rolling all over the floor.

"Bombard! Bombard!"

The position instantly erupted into chaos.

The battalion commander didn't even bother to put on his hat; he flung open the tent flap and rushed out.

The outside world is in complete chaos.

Some soldiers had just peeked out of the trenches to look around, while others, clutching their guns, didn't know where to run. A few timid ones lay on the ground, covering their heads.

"Don't panic! Everyone, don't panic! Go back to your positions!" the battalion commander shouted, but his voice was mostly drowned out by the explosion.

Another round of shelling followed. This time the shells landed even closer, with one hitting a machine gun emplacement at the front, sending timber and sandbags flying everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, several more shells fell, hitting the ground with extreme precision, as if they had eyes, one after another, blossoming on the Nationalist army's positions.

Before the smoke of battle had even cleared, a resounding bugle call to charge echoed from the foot of the mountain.

The Red Army soldiers charged forward, bayonets at the ready and shouting.

Under the sunlight, the bayonets reflected blinding white light, making it impossible for the Nationalist soldiers to open their eyes.

They moved very fast, so fast that before the Nationalist army could even set up their machine guns, the Red Army soldiers at the front had already rushed to the front of the position.

To be honest, the Red Army's infantry-artillery coordination during this period was not particularly tight.

Forget about high-level tactics like the "barrage advance" strategy.

However, the Nationalist army was of even lower quality, and they were unable to mount an effective resistance until the Red Army stormed the hilltop.

With one charge, the Phoenix Mountain position was lost.

Most of the Nationalist soldiers didn't even have the thought of fleeing; they simply dropped their guns and raised the white flag.

On the distant Wenbi Peak, He Wending, holding binoculars, watched as the Red Army flag was raised on Phoenix Mountain, his face ashen: "These ragtag troops are all useless!"

But he soon found himself unable to continue cursing.

In the telescope's field of view, Guan Gong Mountain on the west side was also lit up with fire.

Immediately afterwards, dense gunfire and explosions came from the direction of Tongtian Cave on the east side.

One outer position after another fell in quick succession, at a speed that left people speechless.

The Red Army's offensive came wave after wave, like a tidal wave.

After several rounds of shelling, the Nationalist army's organization was broken up.

Previously, the Nationalist army, relying on its superior firepower, could fight the Red Army to a standstill, as long as they were careful not to let the Red Army get close.

But now that the firepower advantage is gone, they have even turned around and sided with the Red Army.

That would truly create a one-sided situation.

On some positions, the Nationalist soldiers didn't even have time to fire their guns before the Red Army soldiers charged at them with bayonets.

The bayonets gleamed blindingly in the sunlight, reflecting off faces blackened by gunpowder smoke.

For the new Red Army recruits who charged forward, this was their first battle.

Some people were so nervous that their fingers trembled, while others experienced a surge of adrenaline that left their minds blank.

But relying on their superior numbers and their reckless courage, they managed to break through and capture the position.

A new recruit, who had just been transferred from the Red Army to the main force, rushed into a trench with his gun in hand and ran into a veteran of the National Revolutionary Army.

Both of them were stunned for a moment.

The sunlight slanted down from above the trenches, casting long shadows of the two men.

The veteran soldier realized what was happening and was about to raise his gun when the new recruit stabbed him with his bayonet.

The bayonet pierced the soldier's shoulder, and the veteran screamed as his gun slipped from his hand.

The recruit was startled; his hand trembled, and he pulled out his bayonet, spraying blood all over his face.

He wiped his face and saw the old soldier lying on the ground, clutching his wound and howling. Suddenly, he realized that the white dog was nothing special after all.

Even Ye Fei himself hadn't expected the attack to go so smoothly.

He stood on the boulder, holding up his binoculars to look at the continuous mountain shadows in front of him. Blazes of fire exploded among the mountains, sending up plumes of smoke and dust.

If it weren't for orders from above, he really wanted to take advantage of the situation and wipe out all the Nationalist troops on the mountain in one fell swoop.

But he held back.

"Pass down the order: all units proceed according to plan, but do not be reckless. Just make a show of force, preserve your strength, and wait for the big fish to bite."

The Nationalist army's positions were generally higher in the east and lower in the west, so the deployment of troops was heavier in the west and lighter in the east.

It was anticipated that the Red Army would take the west as its main direction of attack.

But often, even if you guess the enemy's main attack direction correctly, if your strength is insufficient, it will still be in vain.

A regiment responsible for defending the western front lost three more hilltops under the fierce attack of more than 4000 main Red Army troops.

The entire Nationalist army's defensive positions shrank dramatically, like an onion that had been peeled several layers.

With this narrowing of the encirclement, the Red Army gained control of the high points along the western road.

The outflanking force moved swiftly through the area and headed towards Ningde.

The Red Army, as if descending from the heavens, suddenly approached Ningde City.

When the first red flag appeared on the ridgeline west of the city, the Nationalist army positions outside the city instantly erupted in chaos.

The company guarding outside the city hadn't even seen a single Red Army soldier; they were already filled with unease just from the news brought by the stragglers who had fled from the front lines.

Some say that an entire Red Army corps came, while others say that the main force broke through the Nanjishan defense line.

Some people went even further, saying that the Red Army had hundreds of cannons and had already blasted the mountains flat.

These messages spread like a plague across the battlefield, becoming increasingly outrageous and frightening with each passing tale.

A newly recruited soldier squatted in the trench, clutching an old rifle in his hand, his palms sweaty.

He heard several muffled cannon shots in the distance, and his whole body trembled. His finger inexplicably landed on the trigger.

boom!

A gunshot rang out on the battlefield.

Everyone was already on edge, and that gunshot was like snapping that string.

"The Red Army is here! The Red Army is here!" A bearded old soldier suddenly screamed as if he had been stimulated by something.

That shout became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

The morale of the National Revolutionary Army collapsed immediately!

Some people dropped their guns and ran towards the city, while others abandoned their water bottles and ran for their lives.

One person's retreat triggered a second, and the second triggered a third and a fourth.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people surged towards Ningde City like water bursting its banks, covering the mountains and fields.

Leading the pack was a seasoned veteran surnamed Liu, who had served for over a decade, had seven or eight different officers, and was faster than a rabbit in battle.

He kept looking back as he ran.

There were only a few sporadic cannon shots behind us; the gunfire was almost inaudible.