Anti-Japanese War: My strategist joins the game and awakens the small map!

In a village in the north of Cangyun Ridge.

The big banyan tree, but when they returned, there were many more Japanese guns in the open space under the banyan tree.

It was even placed against the wall next to the banyan tree.

"One Type 94 mortar, twenty rounds of ammunition."

"Three Type 99 light machine guns and 2,300 rounds of ammunition."

"Sixty Type 38 rifles and three thousand rounds of ammunition!"

"Fifty-two grenades."

"Four boxes of canned goods..."

"Two radio stations destroyed by the bomb..."

"Of the thirty-two men, five were killed and three were wounded."

Wang Jiantang loudly spoke out the statistical results, but his excited eyes unconsciously fell on Lin Tianchen, but he did not see much joy in them. Instead, he took out a small notebook.

"The information from the fallen soldiers told me."

Although Lin Tianchen was happy about his victory, the morale of his comrades was also heavy.

The battle was fierce, which made his adrenaline surge, but his heart was not calm, even though he knew very well that where there is war there will be casualties. The soldiers who had lived together with him passed away and became a fleeting page in history.

His heart was still filled with heaviness, because there was only one page in the history book. But after traveling here, he truly felt that the weight of one page of history book was the life of many people and the eternal sleep of a young person.

The heavy expression on Lin Tianchen's face gradually made the smile on Wang Jiantang's face fade away. At the same time, the soldiers next to him also restrained their smiles.

The soldiers around gathered together unconsciously. They came from various units. Perhaps except for some brothers from the Sichuan Army, their relationship was not so good before. But they suddenly felt the heaviness.

"Zhang Youcai, a native of Xiadong and Jianghe County, has an elderly mother and a younger sister. He said that if he had the chance, he would go home to see if his sister was married."

"Li Tianfu, from Tiangeng County in western Sichuan, was orphaned at a young age. He said that if he had the chance, he would like to have one acre and three mu of land."

"Aniu, a man from Northeast China, has no surname and is simply called Ah Niu. His only wish is to have enough to eat every day, like the rich, with three meals a day.

"..."

Lin Tianchen carefully recorded the ups and downs of the sounds.

"Every inch of the land is shed with blood. They are dead, but we cannot forget them. If we destroy the Japanese, I will do my best to fulfill their last wish and show them the beautiful land they protected with their lives..."

Lin Tianchen finished the record, which already had several names on it. He looked at the group of standing soldiers with a determined look in his eyes.

Maybe he will fill up this notebook soon, and maybe his own name will appear in this notebook.

But so what? This is the color built of flesh and blood of this era.

Under the big banyan tree, the soldiers' eyes were silent, and the joy of victory in their hearts gradually faded.

An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood.

They looked at each other, their eyes revealing an unprecedented determination.

Ding Jiaguo, who was standing aside, was silent, looking at the young man who was much younger than him, and his heart was deeply touched.

The soldiers following Ding Jiaguo were also silent.

But as Lin Tianchen suddenly turned around and looked at the people from Ding Jiaguo, he asked in a heavy tone:

"Your fallen warriors."

When these words were spoken, Ding Jiaguo was stunned for a moment, and some other soldiers did not react, but some who were quick to react understood the meaning instantly.

"Zhu Wang..."

"Xu Minfu..."

The soldiers standing behind Ding Jiaguo were all silent when they heard this familiar name.

During the time of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army, countless men died in battle in every company, but they were never treated as they are now. They were just privates, and when they died, they were given some pensions. Some even died like that, as if they had never been in this world.

But now everything is recorded one by one. When they succeed, someone will take them to see the beautiful rivers and mountains. They suddenly feel that death is not scary.

After doing all this, Lin Tianchen calmed himself down and put away the notebook where he recorded his names.

"The eastern outposts and the secret outposts on the mountain must be manned. If there is any movement, notify me immediately. When you seize something, just summarize it for me."

After confirming that there were no enemies within ten miles, Lin Tianchen felt a little heavy-hearted and prepared to find a place to rest.

The rest was also for the next more intense battle. He had to spend a long time closely watching the visual map, closely watching the movements of the Japanese, and leading the team across the battlefield, which made him exhausted.

Not only is the body exhausted, but the mental drain is also enormous.

"rest assured."

Wang Jiantang responded, watched Lin Tianchen leave, and specially arranged for Fang Bailu to bring a few people to protect Lin Tianchen's safety.

With Lin Tianchen's departure, the village gradually became lively under the banyan tree.

"Company commander, are these all the spoils you captured? Did you really take down the Japanese headquarters?" A wounded man wrapped in gauze next to Ding Jiaguo asked in disbelief.

In less than a day, they came back with so much equipment and said they had captured a Japanese headquarters. It felt like a dream to them.

"You little bastard, this is fake! These are all Japanese weapons..."

Ding Jiaguo pointed to the guns placed under the banyan tree and said:

"It's a pity you were injured and didn't go. Let me tell you, little bastards, this big knife next to me has killed at least ten Japanese soldiers in less than ten minutes!"

"And Erniu, the guy you all always said couldn't shoot, he also killed three devils last night!"

As Ding Jiaguo spoke, he pointed at a tall and strong man who had been touching a machine gun under the banyan tree.

Ding Jiaguo fought very well in this battle.

"See? This knife is the Japanese Type 19 saber, mainly used by officers."

As he spoke, Ding Jiaguo took out a Japanese knife from a pile of machines.

"Look at the pattern and the quality of the steel. This is at least a colonel's sword. There are many swords like this! We are too few in number. If we didn't need other weapons, I would give each of you one to carry."

Ding Jiaguo picked up a saber and started waving it.

Unlike his broadsword, which was wide in front and narrow in the back, this devil's sword was modeled after a Western sword, with a narrow blade and a P-shaped guard for one-handed grip.

Its role as a symbol of status and ceremonial was greater than that of the Japanese samurai sword in actual combat. Although there were later improved versions with longer handles to allow two-handed grip, these improved versions were not common.

Ding Jiaguo just waved it a few times, threw it aside, and picked up his own big knife.

"Our knives are more effective, while the Japanese's knives are light and fluttery."