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

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The sky was gloomy and dark, and planes flew over again and again.

The sound of artillery and the roar of machinery continued to echo from the battlefield filled with smoke.

The vast land was littered with corpses, smoke and blood.

"Let the third company of the first regiment block the flank position and stop the Japanese over there." The man in military uniform with a star on his shoulder said loudly.

Holding a long gun in his hand, he fired shot after shot.

He gave orders in a hurried and rapid tone, pulled the bolt, and pulled the trigger to shoot bullets at the attacking Japanese soldiers.

"Commander, our friendly forces have not yet provided reinforcements. We can't hold on any longer." Regimental Commander Tan Jiahang walked over quickly and said loudly.

A shell landed on the battlefield, instantly raising a cloud of dust that covered his helmet.

Tan Jiahang shook his shoulders and said again: "Commander, there is no one on our flanks. We are being attacked from both sides. This time, the Japanese have at least 10,000 of them, and they have mechanized troops and bombers..."

"Retreat, it will be too late if we don't retreat now." Tan Jiahang hesitated, but still spoke.

Under normal circumstances, he usually wouldn't mention these things on his own initiative.

"Waiting for support." The people in the trench responded loudly.

At this moment, a hint of bright red gradually appeared on his military uniform, where dust and blood blended together, but the dark red on his body was quite bright.

The artillery fire continued, and the entire battlefield was like a meat grinder. The density of gunfire on the position never stopped, and from time to time it caused bursts of chain explosions.

Round after round of artillery fire made it impossible for the soldiers on the position to fight back. As tanks appeared and advanced, the position began to be eaten away by the Japanese.

At this moment, another figure ran over quickly.

"The right wing was completely lost, and we couldn't hold on to the reinforcements. We only have a thousand or so people left, and the Japs are closing in from both sides."

As the soldier who came to report finished speaking, Tan Jiahang's face turned ashen.

The entire battle lasted for more than eight hours. At the beginning, they were only facing more than 4,000 Japanese devils.

But as the battle began, the Japanese reinforcements arrived quickly, but they could not even see any friendly forces, or even a glimmer of hope for rescue. They sent telegram after telegram, but the response they received was to wait.

"Commander, it's still time to retreat. We have more than a thousand people who can take you away." Tan Jiahang's tone was full of urgency.

He instinctively leaned forward, wanting to support the person in front of him.

However, Tan Jiahang was stopped by a raised hand, and took out a sealed package from his waist, with some blood stains on his heart.

"Please help me send this letter back home." A figure with a star-like voice patted Tan Jiahang's shoulder and said in a low voice.

Before going on the expedition, he spent the entire afternoon looking at the photos at Zhenhun Pass.

From the moment he crossed the Xiang River, he knew that if the battle went against him, he would have to leave his life on the battlefield.

This is the destiny of soldiers.

"I'll carry you on my back. It's really too late if you don't leave now." Tan Jiahang said pleadingly and reached out again.

But what he got in return was a roar of anger.

"If Tianjin fails to hold, I'll leave. If Peking fails to hold, I'll leave!"

"North China failed to hold on, so I left."

"Tan Jiahang, I absolutely will not retreat this time. I can't let the Tiger Guards' spine, which has finally straightened up, bend because of me. Do you understand?"

He roared with almost all his strength, his face was covered with dirt, but his eyes were extremely bright. Perhaps he still had some attachment in this world and was waiting for someone to come home.

Death is not something he is afraid of.

He couldn't sing the same praises as the Tiger Guards, but he absolutely couldn't let the Tiger Guards' upright backbone be broken by the Japanese invaders.

Even if the position was lost, it would be after he had shed his last drop of blood.

He could indeed retreat now, but the large-scale blocking battle that he had previously advertised meant failure. Since reinforcements were not coming, there was naturally no need to wait any longer.

Only by dying on the battlefield can you make the ignited fire burn more vigorously.

If his sacrifice can awaken the soldiers who are still retreating in the darkness, then there is nothing wrong with him throwing himself into the fire.

"Send this letter home. Those who are willing to fight to the death can stay, and the rest of you can leave. You have done well enough."

A figure dressed as a general patted Tan Jiahang on the shoulder, and finally a smile appeared on his dirty face.

"Let's go hammer hammer, fight to the death."

“Fight to the death!!”

“Fight to the death!!”

"..."

Some soldiers took wrinkled letters and put them in Tan Jiahang's hands. Without any extra words, they dropped the letters and returned to their positions.

Tan Jiahang looked at these soldiers and never stood up.

"I order Tan Jiahang, commander of the 1st Regiment of the 33rd Army, to send back all the letters." The general manager, whose body was already bleeding and whose military uniform was bright red, looked at Tan Jiahang in front of him and spoke in an ordering tone.

"Excuting an order."

Tan Jiahang's body was shaking, but facing the calm eyes, he clenched his fists tightly.

"Company 1, Platoon 1, I order you to return the letter." Tan Jiahang's tone was full of determination.

"Excuting an order."

Tan Jiahang turned to look at the hesitant soldier and suddenly roared.

Facing the angry commander, the soldier gritted his teeth and turned away.

Just as he took a step, a huge explosion was heard again.

boom!

The Japanese infantry and tanks were advancing in coordination, which was visible to the naked eye. The flames were extremely dazzling under the gloomy sky.

Violent explosions occurred, devouring the lives of the soldiers every moment.

The roar of the machinery was like thunder, and only those who were afraid of thunder would be afraid. However, the soldiers faced the charge of the tanks with determination in their eyes.

The gloomy sky was filled with the smoke of war, and finally a drizzle began to fall.

The ground, which was already bright red, turned into a river of blood under the washing of drizzle.