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

Hu Tiantao listened attentively and added, "Actually, two or three days is enough time for us to move the spoils of war. But the key is that with such a group of enemies left next to our bed, we won't be able to sleep peacefully tonight."

Hu Tiantao's statement was based on evidence from when his team was circling around the mountains on the north side.

They also dispatched communications soldiers to Lianjiang County and located the local Party committee.

Currently, Lianjiang and even Luoyuan further north have begun to mobilize.

Next, the mobilized people from the base areas would carry loads on their shoulders and push wheelbarrows to Fuzhou.

In just two or three days, hundreds of tons of supplies could be transported to the Mindong base area in one go.

Zhou Zeyuan smiled slightly: "It's alright. I've already thought of a way to deal with the potential threat from the Nationalist army."

"However, I need someone with both wisdom and courage, unwavering faith, and excellent eloquence to act as an envoy and force the Nationalist army to accept a humiliating treaty. Does anyone have any recommendations?"

Le Shaohua straightened his back and said, "Isn't that me?"

He coughed twice and tapped his chest lightly.

Seeing this, no one was surprised at all; this kind of attention-grabbing, high-achieving act was exactly what Political Commissar Le loved.

Zhou Zeyuan pretended not to understand, "Oh? Comrade Political Commissar, do you have any recommendations?"

Le Shaohua: "..."

After playing around for a while, Zhou Zeyuan felt much better and handed the task over to him.

Unaware that he had become a tool, Le Shaohua even felt a pang of guilt.

He had always targeted Zhou Zeyuan, yet Zhou Zeyuan disregarded past grievances and gave him the opportunity to make a name for himself and achieve great things.

As a revolutionary, am I too narrow-minded?

Once Le Shaohua was tricked into becoming a "Han envoy," Zhou Zeyuan became even more adept at his work.

Last night he only seized those targets with military value. Next, he will seize many government and military properties one by one.

The quantity of firearms and ammunition captured by each unit, as well as the stockpile of weapons in the munitions depot, has also been roughly tallied.

There were over 6,000 rifles, more than 100 light and heavy machine guns, over 600 pistols, over 300 submachine guns, and over 50 mortars...

160 million rounds of various bullets, 5 hand grenades, and a large quantity of detonators, gunpowder, and so on.

These weapons are enough to equip a Class B division.

But it's not over yet.

Zheng Sanjiang's side also captured eight German-made 75mm Krupp field guns and twelve domestically produced Type 6 75mm mountain guns.

That is, the Type 41 mountain gun currently in service with the Japanese.

This artillery piece is already considered an outdated model by global standards.

However, it had a formidable reputation on the Asian battlefield, and was particularly well-suited to the mountainous terrain of China. Various forces within the country had tried to imitate it.

Its cannon has a total combat weight of about 540 kilograms and can be pulled by two horses.

When they reached rugged mountainous areas where roads were impassable, they could be disassembled into six parts and carried by six horses.

For the Red Army at present, this artillery is absolutely their precious treasure, a real sweetheart.

Good news kept coming in: the soldiers rescued a group of arrested members of the Fuzhou Central Municipal Committee from prison, led by Chen Shangrong, a member of the Municipal Committee.

This Comrade Chen Shangrong was quite remarkable. He was originally from Chengguan Town, Lianjiang County. He joined the Party in 29 and worked at the grassroots level in Fuzhou, Lianjiang, Luoyuan and other places for a long time, organizing many workers' and peasants' movements.

At the beginning of the year, he was ordered to organize the 13th Independent Regiment of the Chinese Workers' and Peasants' Red Army, lead the armed struggle in the Luoyuan area of ​​Lianjiang, and create the first maritime guerrilla force in the Soviet area.

Zhou Zeyuan was overjoyed. With the support of the local Party committee, the next step—searching for the remnants of the enemy and acquiring strategic materials—would have a guide.

Zhou Zeyuan met this last remaining pillar of the Fuzhou Central Municipal Committee in the city's temporary command post.

Chen Shangrong looked somewhat haggard, with several bruises still visible on his face, clearly indicating that he had suffered a lot in prison.

But he was in good spirits, and his eyes were very bright.

Zhou Zeyuan didn't exchange many pleasantries and went straight to the point.

He explained in detail his plan to plunder large quantities of military supplies, mobilize patriotic people to join the army, and then move north to establish a base in eastern Fujian.

He also specifically mentioned two points to note: First, we must not touch private industrial capital, especially small crafts owners and small businesses.

Secondly, instead of actively provoking other powers besides Japan, we should use the money we have plundered to purchase the necessary supplies from them, and ideally, take this opportunity to establish stable trade channels.

After listening, Chen Shangrong nodded heavily, her voice tinged with excitement:

"Commander Zhou, your thinking is correct. I've done underground work in Fuzhou for so many years and have seen too many groups that act recklessly under the banner of revolution."

"They thought that dividing up all the rich people's property was a revolution, but the factories shut down, the workers lost their jobs, the rich fell, and the common people didn't benefit either."

"If you ask me, our first step should be to target financial institutions that generate more money, such as banks, money shops, casinos, and pawnshops."

"If you kill ten of these people, ten of them will have black hearts. The silver dollars, gold bars, and land deeds they hoard are all the hard-earned money of the people. It is only natural to use their money to support the revolution."

Zhou Zeyuan nodded slightly.

Seeing that he agreed, Chen Shangrong continued, "The second step is that since we've already gone to war with Japan, we should simply seize all the assets in the Japanese settlement and confiscate all floating wealth. How much ill-gotten money have the Japanese made on our land over the years? It's time to settle that score."

"As for private factories, if they have the equipment we need, we will purchase it at market price. We will not steal or rob, but engage in fair trade. Only in this way will they be willing to do business with us in the long term."

After saying that, he took out a pen from his pocket, grabbed a piece of paper from the table, and wrote down a long list on the spot.

Cloth shops, rice shops, tobacco and alcohol shops, shipping companies, construction companies, medicinal herb shops... hundreds of names, each followed by an address and a brief description of the offenses.

Chen Shangrong pushed the list in front of Zhou Zeyuan, her tone resolute: "I can guarantee that every one of these people has a long history of misdeeds and crimes. They profited from the national crisis, earning money through blood and tears. Not one of them is innocent."

Zhou Zeyuan took the list, glanced at it, but did not nod immediately.

He pondered for a moment, then looked up at Chen Shangrong: "Committee Member Chen, I completely agree that these people deserve punishment. But I have an idea regarding the handling of the matter—we can't use a one-size-fits-all approach."

"Those who commit heinous crimes can have their property confiscated; others are those who depend on the powerful and wealthy for personal gain, and we can squeeze their wealth to the maximum extent possible through fines, confiscation of goods, and other means."

"But there's one condition: we can't let these companies collapse. If the factories go bankrupt, the workers will lose their jobs. And when the workers lose their jobs, they won't be cursing the capitalists, they'll be cursing our Red Army."

Chen Shangrong's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands and laughed, "Good! Good! Commander Zhou, you've hit the nail on the head. In all my years of revolution, this is the first time I've met a commander who has both courage and brains. Okay, let's do it this way!"

After the discussion, Zhou Zeyuan immediately arranged for a group of soldiers to be placed under the command of Committee Member Chen.

Without any hesitation, Chen Shangrong took over the command and strode out of the command post, followed by a group of spirited Red Army soldiers.

The vigorous campaign of fines and confiscations has thus begun.