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

Beishahe, on the hillside two kilometers away from the Japanese stronghold.

A large group of soldiers were rapidly building a mortar position.

"Company commander, the sixty-seven mortars have been distributed to each platoon, and the two Type 92 cannons are also in place." Lu Gui reported quickly.

Since Li Ergou went to drive the tank gun, it was natural for him to take over Li Ergou's mission.

Zhuzi glanced at the two Type 92 cannons that Lu Gui mentioned. The artillery company today is not like before. Two hundred people are specially assigned to help them manage logistics.

Think about when I was in the New 1st Regiment, I had to carry a mortar by myself, with only two shells in my hands, and I had to apply for permission before firing each round.

Thinking of those hard days, Zhuzi immediately shook his head and muttered: "Look forward."

He instantly collected his thoughts, turned to look at Lu Gui, and said in a serious tone:

"Second Platoon, secure Area 04. Third Platoon, secure Area 06. First Platoon, follow my orders and be ready to provide artillery support."

Yu Chengzhu took two maps, took a look at them, and handed them to Lu Gui.

The Japanese stronghold was not far away. Observing with a telescope, it was obvious that the Japanese had not yet discovered that they were building an artillery position three kilometers away.

Just as I was observing, a voice suddenly came from my ears.

"Zhu...Captain, what about us?" A soldier wearing the uniform of the independent regiment walked up to him and spoke in a somewhat heated tone.

And he always unconsciously glanced at the boxes of shells and swallowed uncontrollably.

"We'll temporarily lend you your guns. If they're damaged, we'll compensate you. We need to work in harmony with the other battalions. I hope you understand."

Zhuzi looked at the artilleryman whom he had met in the independent regiment and explained.

He didn't mean to be annoying, but the intensity of the battle this time was very high and he had to ensure that every shell was fired accurately.

After all, their artillery company and the various battalions have a tacit understanding. If some people who are not in harmony with each other suddenly join in, they may be hit by the bombardment.

In addition, this time it was obvious that the regiment commander wanted to provide fire coverage and quickly resolve the battle.

The artillerymen trained by Yu Chengzhu are now sufficient to deal with more than 70 cannons, so naturally the accuracy of his artillery must be considered.

"......" This is not what Zhang Changsheng wanted to say.

But he thought about it and looked at Yu Chengzhu who was arranging tasks for other soldiers in a tight schedule. In the end, some words came to his lips, but he didn't say them out loud.

He just started fighting silently, and then kept observing with his peripheral vision. After all, the Tiger Guards were famous for more than just their three battalions. The artillery company of the Tiger Guards in the independent regiment was louder than the three battalions.

They all knew that the commander of the artillery company was the favorite general of the commander of their independent regiment.

Zhang Changsheng looked at the more than sixty mortars arranged in an orderly manner in front of him, and a hint of envy involuntarily appeared in his eyes.

After all, he still vividly remembered the scene of him and Yu Chengzhu, one carrying a cannon and the other carrying a shell. Although there are a few more mortars now, compared with Yu Chengzhu, he is just a country bumpkin coming to the city.

"If I perform well...will...?" A thought involuntarily flooded Zhang Changsheng's mind, but after thinking about it, he shook his head frantically and threw the thought out of his mind.

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Beishahe, the Japanese stronghold.

Under the cover of night, in a bunker in the stronghold, some wood was burning in an iron basin. The raging flames made the temperature of the hanging board very high, and at the same time illuminated the entire bunker. Thick smoke was discharged through the windows.

The nights in Jin are not very cold in June, but as night approaches, the temperature drops below 10 degrees, which makes the feeling not very good.

A small fire was burning in the iron basin. A short and thin figure was sitting on a bench, poking his hands beside the campfire, and from time to time he took a branch and rolled the sweet potatoes in the basin.

"Mr. Sanghai, this is such a damn place. It's so cold at night even in summer." The short and skinny Japanese soldier couldn't help muttering.

"Mr. Qiugu, you are not in the three northeastern provinces. There is probably still snow in many mountains there, but they are preparing to clear it out, otherwise winter will come again in November." Sang Hai laughed, added some firewood to the iron basin, and stirred the fire in the basin a few times.

Sparks rose up, and the figures of the two people floated in the firelight.

"The Kwantung Army has been deeply rooted in the three northeastern provinces for so many years. I guess they want to resolve the three northeastern provinces as soon as possible. If the Kwantung Army enters the pass, our military strength will be sufficient." Qiu Guyi mentioned the Kwantung Army, and his tone became excited.

"How could a small regiment have the chance to make such a fuss? How could a regiment make us so solemn?" Qiugu's tone was filled with disdain. He paused for a moment and spoke again.

"While you were gone, we repelled their attacks eleven times! I don't know why we were so serious. When they engaged us, they just fled like a rogue army, throwing away their armor and shields."

After hearing this, Sang Hai, who was standing by, smiled.

"They really don't have much fighting power. When I first attacked Yuancheng, I burned over 300 people to death. It was no effort to clear an alley, and I took all of it as a military achievement..."

The smile on Sang Hai's face was very unrestrained. As he spoke, he pursed his lips, as if he was still a little reluctant.

But at this moment, he was suddenly stunned because he heard a series of rapid sounds.

call out!call out!call out!

The sky was filled with the sound that could only be made by a cannonball passing through the sky.

The two seemed to have thought of something, their expressions froze and their smiles disappeared, but they had no time to react at all, and suddenly they felt the earth shaking.

The dark night was instantly illuminated by the fire as bright as day, and the sound of artillery shells streaking across the sky could be heard.

Intensive artillery fire fell on the bunker. The two men clearly saw that the position was a sea of ​​fire. The high towers and positions were all destroyed in the first round of artillery fire.

The artillery fire in front of me was like one gun after another, hitting the target with extreme precision.

The sky was pitch black, the earth was ablaze with flames, and the flames continued to devour one Japanese soldier after another.

Wailing, cries for help, explosions...intertwined together.

The two men hid in the bunker, their pupils showing fear, the smiles just now completely disappeared, and their bodies were trembling slightly.

They had never seen such dense firepower before in this land, but before they could react, they suddenly felt a huge impact.

Shells fell around them, and explosions were heard from time to time, but the sounds seemed to be getting farther and farther away until they felt their eyes go dark.

In the night just as dusk fell, Feng Jianhai looked at the scene in front of him with a dazed look in his eyes.

"Is this the intensity of artillery fire that our army really has?" Feng Jianhai looked at the Japanese stronghold that was as bright as day, his eyes filled with disbelief.

But before he could be surprised, a roar came from the side.

"Changsheng, raise the flag. The commander needs a quick victory."

As soon as the roar died down, the black and white flags fluttered in the air. Under the flashes of artillery fire, even in the dark night, they still became the most eye-catching existence.

Wait for the moon in the wind and live towards the sun.

This was not the first time Feng Jianhai had seen this flag, but the feeling was completely different from what he saw in the photo.

One was black and white, the other was full of colors. The battalion commander, who had just made him feel the integrity of a scholar, changed instantly the moment he roared.

When he was lecturing, he looked gentle and his voice was calm.

However, now the voices were raised, the veins on his face were bulging, he was holding a Type 99 rifle in his hand and shooting continuously, and he was the first to rush out.

The firelight illuminated his red face, and he roared, his eyes becoming bloodthirsty.

"This...is this the battalion commander?" Feng Jianhai looked full of surprise.

But inexplicably, Feng Jianhai felt his blood boiling and his heart beating faster.

Feng Jianhai tried hard to calm himself down. After all, when learning how to infiltrate as an agent, the most important thing to keep stable is your emotions. This is the first principle.

Just like before, even though he was very calm, that was only on the surface. What he needed was a calm appearance that could give him better disguise, allowing him to better integrate into the group and hide himself.

But now, he felt that he really couldn't control his emotions.

"Kill!" Feng Jianhai shouted in a deep voice, his eyes red, and he jumped out of the shelter and followed closely behind him.

On the battlefield, the sound of killing has drowned out the sound of gunfire, and the shouts of killing have never stopped!

Feng Jianhai felt that he had thrown all his thoughts behind him and only had one thought in mind, which was to follow the charge.

But this put him in a bizarre state, his body was boiling but his mind remained clear. While he continued to charge, he looked at the first battalion like a bystander watching a group of madmen charging.

The overwhelming momentum would move away any mountain in front and stop any river from flowing.

"Kill!" Zheng Xing roared, the murderous intent in his pupils uncontrollable. His sleeves had been rolled up long ago before the charge, and the scars on both arms were clearly visible.

The skin is severely wrinkled, just like putting your hands on fire, which will cause clearly defined scars.

Zheng Xing, however, didn't care about any of this at the moment. He fired shot after shot, because he was now an evil ghost, a ghost even more evil than the devil. His only purpose in life was to kill the devil.

Feng Jianhai looked at Zheng Xing, who was crazier than the lunatics in the first battalion, with a look of surprise. In their previous contacts, he clearly felt that there was a story behind this person, and he had always wanted to use Zheng Xing's identity to better hide himself, because Zheng Xing's state was the best protective color.

Even after gaining Zheng Xing's friendship, it is very likely that Zheng Xing will take the initiative to protect him.

But now, looking at the undisguised murderous intent in Zheng Xing's eyes and that crazy look, Feng Jianhai really felt a little scared, because from that distorted face, he could only see one thought on Zheng Xing's face, and that was to kill the devils.

But at this moment, Zheng Xing was suddenly grabbed by a hand and pressed behind a shelter.

"You bastard, find cover and charge! It's not your turn as a rookie to die yet. Old Song, hurry up and follow the battalion commander. They're already charging."

As the voice fell, an old soldier rushed to a depression on the right, and Zheng Xing was pressed into the bunker nearby.

Groups of soldiers rushed past the two of them, their uniforms looking a little old.

Even the veteran looked at Zheng Xing and said in a very serious tone:

"The battalion commander said that if anyone has to die, the veteran will die first... You bastard, don't run around, follow me." After the veteran finished speaking, he crouched down and quickly rushed out of the bunker, charging forward quickly.

The speed was so fast that Zheng Xing had no time to react.

Feng Jianhai saw this scene clearly. When he was in the 11th Department, whether it was the training, the teachings of the superiors, or the interactions with them, it was all cruel.

No one sympathizes. The first thing to ensure in the midst of swords and sabers is the mission.

"Kill!" Zheng Xing's eyes were a little dazed. Seeing the old soldiers running, he reacted instantly. He climbed up from behind the cover and followed the figure in front closely.

In Feng Jianhai's impression of that taciturn young man, this one word was deafening and piercing.

"Forget about my sanity... Forget about the mission..." Feng Jianhai's heart, which was already beating fast, was burning at this moment.

The lectures from Section 11 seemed to be buried by the shouting at this moment.

"Kill!" Feng Jianhai roared and quickly caught up with Zheng Xing.

Sparks are flying and stars are shining.

The pitch-black night had already been illuminated by figures.

On the river bank, at the positions of the Independent Regiment and the New Second Regiment.

Li Yunlong and Kong Jie looked at the scenes in front of them with expressions that showed that they wanted to see it but didn't want to see it at the same time.

The sound of gunfire was even more lively than the Chinese New Year.

The fireworks were beautiful, but Li Yunlong held them tightly in his hands as he watched them.

"Stop catching people, you son of a bitch. Can you catch yourself?" Kong Jie finally couldn't stand it anymore and cursed loudly.

"Damn Captain Lin, he doesn't even save some money for me." Li Yunlong muttered subconsciously when he heard this.

These shells were saved by him by tightening his belt. The brigade commander had kept them hidden several times and had not handed them over.

At this time, the shells did not pass through his hands, but flew over his head one by one.

This damn master... really doesn't know how expensive food and daily necessities are... Li Yunlong could clearly feel his heartbeats beating with the sound of the explosions.

With each explosion, the beating slowed down, and with each explosion, it became faster again.

"Can you please stop yelling? What the hell is this? If we save this, the Death Battalion will have to pay with their lives..." Although Kong Jie was heartbroken, he knew very well that under this huge firepower, the Death Battalion directly charged forward under the artillery fire.

After Kong Jie said this, Li Yunlong stopped talking, because he knew the situation in front of him very well and had to fight quickly and decisively. At the moment the artillery fire started, the death flag was raised and the entire battalion charged forward.

But Li Yunlong's pain obviously would not end there. At this moment, he looked at the scene in front of him with a melancholy face. The artillery fire was plowing the ground, but such artillery bombardment was very accurate, and every shell fell into the pile of Japanese devils.

"The accuracy of the pillars has improved again... Damn Captain Lin and his tank soldiers, all of them were given to him by me! All of them were given to him by me!!!" Li Yunlong was in great pain and was very conflicted.

Especially when he saw the two tanks advancing quickly, his pain increased.

"This is what you are unhappy about." Kong Jie shook his head speechlessly. If he could think of such intensive artillery attacks, how could Li Yunlong not think of it?

Obviously, the artillery shells were just a small trigger for Li Yunlong's dissatisfaction. What really made Li Yunlong autistic were Yu Chengzhu and Sun Desheng.

Especially Sun Desheng, who acted like a coward in the tank. In simple terms, he was like a married daughter who no longer recognized her mother.

Although Li Yunlong was in pain, his eyes flashed slightly as he looked at the scene in front of him.

"Get ready, they are about to break." Li Yunlong ignored Kong Jie and spoke in a serious tone.

"So fast?" Kong Jie immediately picked up the telescope and observed carefully.

"Damn infantry and artillery coordination, you think it's fake." Li Yunlong shook his head and quickly turned to look at Zhang Dabiao.

"Notify them and charge."

They stayed on the hillside on the right wing of the Tiger Guards in order to quickly bypass the stronghold and rush to the arsenal behind.

This is exactly why the second and third battalions of the Tiger Guards Regiment did not move.

It feels great to use artillery fire to destroy the enemy, but if the arsenal is not taken down, the Tiger Guards will lose their artillery advantage.

Li Yunlong knew very well in his heart that Lin Tianchen was still fighting as hard as before, so he bet that he could win, and win for sure.

"The second and third battalions are moving!" Kong Jie shouted.

"Follow me!" Li Yunlong roared.