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“...this protracted war will pass through three stages. The first stage covers the period of the enemy's strategic offensive and our strategic defensive. The second stage will be the period of the enemy's strategic consolidation and our preparation for the counter-offensive. The third stage will be the period of our strategic counter-offensive and the enemy's strategic retreat.”

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Book:Selected Military Writings
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Mao Zedong
Mao Zedong

Mao Zedong, born on December 26, 1893, in Xiangtan County, Hunan Province, and died on September 9, 1976. He was one of the founders of the Communist Party of China and served as the Chairman of the People's Republic of China. Mao played a significant role in the history of China's revolution and construction, proposing many theories and practices with profound influence. more

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