Chapter 8: Ambushed in a Sudden Encounter

Guilin, Headquarters of the Seventh Division of the Guangxi Army.

“Useless! A bunch of useless men!” Liao Lei slammed the telegram onto the table, causing the teacup to jump. The fierce Guangxi general’s forehead veins bulged as he pointed to a red circle on the map marking the Xiangjiang River section. “A remnant force of the Red Army’s 34th Division actually crossed the Xiangjiang right under our noses! Do you know what Commander Bai Chongxi said? He called this a disgrace to the Guangxi Army! What’s worse, the Hunan Army just sent a telegram saying the Red Army division commander was likely rescued by this small force. They are the remnants who captured Daoxian a few days ago. You mocked them then, now they are mocking us.”

Silence fell over the headquarters. The officers lowered their heads, even their breathing grew quiet.

Liao Lei grabbed his baton and slammed it heavily on the map. “The 23rd Regiment will immediately head north in pursuit. We must annihilate the Red Army remnants before they can reunite with their main force!” He drew three lines with his baton. “Encircle on three fronts. They must not be allowed into Guizhou!”

“Commander,” hesitated Regimental Commander Zhou Zuhuang of the 23rd Regiment, “According to intelligence, although this Red Army force is small, their combat effectiveness is extremely high. The militia at Jieshou Ferry was defeated in under ten minutes…”

“That’s exactly why I’m sending your regiment!” Liao Lei snapped sharply. “This elite regiment armed with the newest weapons—are you afraid of a mere 200-strong remnant? If you disappoint me again, military law will deal with you!”

“Yes! We will complete the mission!” Zhou Zuhuang snapped to attention with a sharp salute.

Within the borders of Ziyuan County, in a secluded mountain valley.

Wang Lin squatted by the creek, cupping the icy water to wash his face. After days of forced marches, the soldiers were fatigued but morale remained high.

“Captain! Situation!” Scout platoon leader Zhang Hongtu emerged like a nimble mountain cat from the bushes, his uniform damp with dew and grass.

“Five miles southeast, signs of Guangxi Army activity,” Zhang panted, pulling a brass shell casing from his pocket. “New rounds. There are horse hoof prints and cooking pits on the ground—at least a battalion’s strength.”

Wang Lin quickly opened a 3D map, confirming a large cluster of yellow dots moving towards them from the southeast. His brow furrowed deeply—the troops had just crossed the Xiangjiang, exhaustion heavy upon them. Engaging now would be highly disadvantageous.

“Order the messengers! Tell all company and platoon leaders to convene immediately!” Wang Lin commanded quietly while scanning the terrain for strategic advantage.

Ten minutes later, all officers above the platoon level gathered in a pine forest. Wang Lin drew the nearby terrain with his dagger on the ground. “The scouts spotted a Guangxi Army battalion moving our way. We can’t avoid this fight—so we must fight!”

He pointed to a valley. “Here—Hulu Pass. Company A will ambush on the left ridge, the grenade platoon on the right, while scouts and snipers block the exit. The chief of staff will bring the logistics platoon to set up the rear with the division commander, political commissar, and the wounded, ready with stretchers and hot food.”

“Captain, should we withdraw first?” Company Commander Chen Ahai scratched his beard, “The soldiers just rested…”

“No time.” Wang Lin shook his head. “The enemy is only five kilometers away. We don’t know this terrain well. Retreating now will mean being chased down. We must hit them unexpectedly.”

Chief of Staff Wang Guangdao hurried over, his hair still sticking up in a tuft. “What’s the situation?”

“A Guangxi battalion less than five kilometers away,” Wang Lin pointed to the advancing yellow dots. “Judging by their direction, they’re coming straight for us.”

Wang Guangdao gasped, “How did they find us so quickly?”

“Don’t know, but now’s not the time to wonder.” Wang Lin rapidly analyzed the terrain. “We need to set an ambush. Running will only get us caught.”

His finger traced the map, stopping at a horseshoe-shaped valley. “Hulu Pass. High ridges on both sides, low in the center, with only one entrance and exit. Company A ambushes the left ridge, grenade platoon on the right, scouts and snipers block the exit.”

Zhou Zhiming touched the pocket watch on his chest—his father’s gift before he left Guilin, the inside of the cover engraved with the words “Serve the Country with Utmost Loyalty.” As an outstanding graduate of the Guilin Military Academy, he was supposed to serve as a staff officer at division headquarters but was urgently sent to the front to take command of a battalion recently defeated in battle.

“Commander Zhou, ahead is Ziyuan County boundary,” the adjutant pointed toward a mist-shrouded mountain path. “Headquarters says the Red Army remnants may be hiding around here.”

Zhou Zhiming nodded, his boots caked with mud. He had only commanded this battalion for three days, and the soldiers still looked at him with suspicion—after all, their previous commander was killed by the Red Army. These seasoned veterans clearly distrusted a young man fresh from military school.

“Pass the order: stay alert.” Zhou Zhiming gave the textbook command but heard a few derisive chuckles within the ranks.

The valley was shrouded in fog, visibility less than fifty meters. Zhou Zhiming sensed something was off—the terrain was perfect for an ambush. Just as he was about to send scouts out, a gunshot shattered the silence.

“Enemy attack!”

In an instant, flames of gunfire erupted from the ridges on both sides. Zhou Zhiming saw the lead soldiers fall like wheat being cut. Instinctively, he dove behind a rock as bullets struck the stone, sending sharp shards flying.

“Mortars! Machine gunners! Return fire!” he shouted, but the supply convoy was still at the rear and unable to deploy in time.

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