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

Li Yunlong approached with a normal expression, stood beside Lin Tianchen, and looked at the large map in front of him.

"How's it going? Have you figured out how to fight?"

Li Yunlong rubbed his hands, with a hint of suppressed excitement in his tone.

"Captain Lin." Kong Jie greeted him and then looked at the map.

Lin Tianchen didn't say anything polite, but after seeing everyone coming, his tone was very serious:

"I've already dispatched a platoon. They'll try to form a defensive perimeter inside the Hara City Arsenal. So we must be quick in eliminating the stronghold."

Lin Tianchen's tone was serious. He held a branch and pointed at the map.

After these words were spoken, Li Yunlong and the other two looked at the map with slightly frowned brows.

If the nine-kilometer distance was somewhere else, they wouldn't have to worry at all, after all, there was only one platoon and the target was small. But this was around the Yuancheng Arsenal, and it would obviously be difficult to get through.

There are secret sentries, fire networks, and even heavy guards, and once they are taken, they have to form a defense.

"Captain Lin, can we get through?" Ding Wei thought seriously for a moment and spoke with a worried tone.

"Yes." Lin Tianchen responded in a serious tone. He had already used the visual map to detect several forward reconnaissance routes and cooperated with the elite platoon of the first battalion.

You can definitely get inside the Japanese arsenal.

"In this battle, our main target is the arsenal. We must protect the weapons, ammunition, and some arsenal production lines as best we can before dawn."

"Only in this way can we ensure that the mechanized troops will come out from the direction of the original city..."

"There is another possibility that cannot be ruled out. The Japanese believe that after the arsenal is lost, they may launch indiscriminate bombing. Therefore, we must act quickly in this battle."

Lin Tianchen's words were very serious. If they wanted to attack Yuancheng, they couldn't do it by force. If they did, they would just sacrifice the lives of the soldiers.

However, the Yuancheng Arsenal is not easy to attack either, because once it is taken down, there is a high possibility that the bombers coming out from the direction of Yuancheng will carry out indiscriminate bombing.

But compared to the original city, Lin Tianchen still placed the battlefield in the arsenal.

"Okay, let's do as you say." Li Yunlong nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Others also echoed.

"One more thing, gather all your mortars and artillery shells together and give me your command." Lin Tianchen said in a firm tone.

"I agree." Li Yunlong paused and nodded without hesitation.

"agree."

Kong Jie and Ding Wei followed closely behind.

Zhang Tiesheng, the only one who was a little slow, looked somewhat helpless and said weakly, "...I agree."

Among the several regiments, his was the poorest. Although he cleaned Niangzi Pass, his cleaning was sporadic and he just replenished some guns and ammunition.

The Tiger Regiment has basically finished cleaning up the mortars.

All he had was a mortar, and he didn't even have a single shell.

Lin Tianchen didn't pay any attention to Zhang Tiesheng's little expression, because his eyes were all on the map at this time.

"Then start preparing." Lin Tianchen threw the branch in his hand.

"Row."

Li Yunlong nodded in response, then quickly turned and left.

Many soldiers noticed the changes in the atmosphere and immediately began to move their joints and check their guns.

At the First Battalion's position, Feng Jianhai observed the surroundings and patted Zheng Xing, who was sitting cross-legged with his gun in his arms, thoughtfully: "It's time to act."

"Yeah." Zheng Xing slowly opened his eyes.

The murderous intent in his eyes made Feng Jianhai feel a little frightened.

However, his attention was soon drawn to other places. The mountain valley, which had been peaceful just now, was now filled with only the chirping of insects and the sound of wind among the grass and trees.

"Companies and platoons, prepare for battle."

The moment the order was given, the sound of iron inspection was heard.

Feng Jianhai was unconsciously attracted by the sound and looked over. Among the grass and trees on the hillside, there were figures squatting and rising from the ground. The whole mountain was like bamboo shoots after springing up.

One by one, the soldiers folded the coarse cloth underneath and tied it around their bodies, then adjusted the long spears beside them. Many soldiers were also tightly tying their belts, while others were fiddling with the cloth strips on their leggings.

Not far away, Feng Jianhai saw the flag with the word "death" on it that he had seen in the photo. A tall and thin soldier spread out the flag, shook it, and finally folded it carefully. Then, he picked up a long iron pole from the ground and carried a gun on his back.

There was no communication, and all the soldiers were doing their own things.

It seemed as if when the order was given, everyone knew what to do next.

"I'll go over to the gathering first." Feng Jianhai whispered on the side.

But the figure next to him was faster. Zheng Xing, who was silent, carried a gun and stood consciously behind a soldier.

Seeing this, Feng Jianhai immediately followed.

"Report, assembly complete."

Feng Jianhai looked in the direction of the voice and saw the soldier with the flag folded up, carrying a spear on his back, standing in front of a rock.

A figure stood on the stone, with a capable figure, a thin face, an ungentlemanly expression, and a peaceful look in his eyes.

Even the voice that was spoken was very peaceful.

"Many people know that I used to be a teacher. I taught my brother how to write, but the first letter he wrote was a farewell letter to me."

In front of a battalion of soldiers gathered together, Wang Jiantang looked very solemn. He slowly opened a piece of letter paper and slowly raised it up.

The breeze blew, and the paper swayed in the wind. The white paper had turned yellow, and the black words were imprinted on it, suffering from the ravages of time.

"He said that our country has been in such a state that there is no other way except for us to die for it. Brother will go to Hedong to sacrifice himself..." Wang Jiantang's voice was very deep, and his eyes were bright as he looked at each soldier.

Among the soldiers, there were more than twenty people, including veterans who had been fighting all the time and new recruits who had just arrived. Wang Jiantang paused slightly and spoke again in a deep voice:

"For me, the battlefield is not scary. What is scary is that you cannot protect the people you cherish."

"The regimental commander said that we must use one generation to fight the war of three generations. We put on this military uniform to fight the war of future generations, to prevent our loved ones from setting foot on this battlefield full of flames and bullets."

"Some of my old brothers know that I have already written my farewell letter. I will drive the enemy out of the country and restore the soul of our country. Even if I die, I will have no regrets or hatred."

"set off!"

Wang Jiantang's voice spread throughout the entire first battalion, and even the second and third battalions, or the independent regiment, could faintly hear it.

Feng Jianhai's eyes fell on the figure, and his voice was not loud, but it made him silent.

"This is the integrity of a scholar." Feng Jianhai felt the embodiment of the word integrity. He looked gentle and refined, but his eyes were full of murderous intent.

The backs of those who turned and left without hesitation, and the determined eyes of the soldiers.

Feng Jianhai was among them and followed them unconsciously.