The War of Resistance: That Year, I Ruled the Soviet Area

War of Resistance + System + Alternate-History Power Fantasy

That year, the main Red Army forces moved on. Chen Yuan was left with the remnants of the Independent Regiment, a little over four hundred men, surrounded in the deep forests of western Fujian. Two White Army divisions were ahead, a cliff behind, a local militia on the left, and more White Army on the right.

They had no food left. No medicine, either. The wounded lay on stretchers, feverish and babbling. Their words were hard to make out, but they were probably dreaming of the sweet potato fields back home. Chen Yuan squatted on the ground and drew maps with a branch. No matter how he drew them, there was only one way out: straight into the place where the White Army was thickest. No one objected. Either way, they were all going to die.

Then one night, as Chen Yuan closed his eyes, something appeared in his mind.

It was like a general store. Food, medicine, gauze, bullet casings, old rifles: as long as you had money, you could buy anything. Where could he get money? Gold and silver, captured gold rings, silver dollars from landlords, valuables from bandit dens. He traded them in like scrap and came away with a crate of penicillin.

That was how the unit survived. They fought a battle, bought a batch of medicine, fought another, then bought more food. Later, Zhang Yuan discovered that he could also see the red and green dots on the map. He could tell where the enemy was, and where his own men were. He led those four hundred men on the run for over a month, right under the White Army's noses, until they broke through the encirclement and reached the Wuyi Mountains.

The mountains had everything: bandits, landlords, local militia, and captured soldiers who wanted to go home and farm. Chen Yuan reorganized them, held struggle sessions, and handed out rifles. In just a month, the unit had grown to two thousand. It still wasn't enough. He didn't want just two thousand men. He wanted more people to survive.

To live and see that day: the day the red flag flew across China, the day peace finally came.