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

Nuruhu Mountains.

This is a name passed down by word of mouth among the locals. When many people hear the name of this mountain range, they will ask what the name of this mountain range means.

The response I get is only two words.

backbone.

On Guiyang Mountain, a large mountain south of the Nuru Erhu Mountains, three hundred figures were quietly moving forward.

A figure in his thirties in the team looked at the familiar scene in front of him, but when he came back again, everything had changed.

A trace of sadness flashed in He Mingchang's eyes.

Three years ago, he had come to this place with Master Yang. That time, they had fought a battle with the Japanese here with the soldiers from Guiyang Mountain, the remnant of Nurulhu Mountain.

At that time, even if they were surrounded and beaten back, they could still gather the surrounding soldiers and resume the battle.

But with the sacrifice of the leader, everything changed.

"If it's the Tiger Brigade, I wonder if they can do the same as when Master Yang was here..."

He Mingchang looked at the skinny soldiers around him, as well as the nearly fifty-strong broadsword team, whose long spears were already scraped and the paint was peeling off.

Their equipment was very poor, but that was their normal state. However, the more than 300 soldiers looked calm, as they were all survivors of World War I.

However, with the death of their leader, they gradually became confused and lost hope of victory. Even the guns that were fired seemed to have no purpose at all.

The living environment is becoming increasingly difficult, and He Mingchang is also considering whether he should go to the northern border like other guerrillas.

However, just as this thought came to his mind, he suddenly received news that made him stop thinking about it.

The Tiger Brigade has arrived...

This was some news that was vaguely circulated among the people in Northeast China. There was not much information about the process, but he had heard about the Northern Expedition of the Tiger Guards Brigade and their invincibility.

But all of this was just hearsay. He couldn't contact the headquarters, couldn't effectively spread some real-time information, and couldn't get supplies. He really felt like he was about to see the day when he would die in battle.

Looking from afar, an old figure was standing on a hilltop, his eyes slightly red compared to usual.

"Xiaoming Chang."

"Uncle Seven."

After many years, the name rang in his ears again. He Mingchang paused and his eyes fell on the old figure. Compared with the previous figure, this figure was much older, with gray hair and a thin figure.

"Thank you for your hard work. We suffered a lot of losses recently." Zhang Sencheng looked at He Mingchang, whose tall body looked very thin, and looked at the team.

"I want revenge." He Mingchang's face was very gloomy and he spoke with gritted teeth.

They are now like lonely souls wandering in this land, and their only goal is to find the traitor and take revenge before they die and their souls are scattered.

"Come with me." Zhang Sencheng sighed softly and patted Bao Mingchang on the shoulder.

Who of them didn't want revenge? It was just that the other side was in the heart of the Japanese army, and there were so many of them that it was extremely difficult to get through, let alone wipe out the advancing team in the city.

He Mingchang clenched his fists, sighed, and followed Zhang Sencheng's pace.

More than 300 figures, wearing thin clothes, return here again, leaving behind too many memories.

When the clouds are cleared away, you will see the blue sky, but sometimes the clouds may not be cleared away.

It could also be a leafy branch blocking He Mingchang's view. When he pushed aside the branch and looked at everything in front of him, figures appeared in front of him.

Looking around, under the towering trees, a group of soldiers were clearing an area full of fallen leaves and rotten wood, or cleaning some sunken trenches.

The figures before his eyes made him feel as if he had returned to the first time he came to Guiyang Mountain.

But looking at the uniform military uniforms and sophisticated equipment, he knew it was not the same team as before.

This is what we do, so similar.

He Mingchang suddenly had tears in his eyes for some reason.

Perhaps it was a road that they had failed to continue on before, and half a year later, a new team came here again.

"Song Zicheng, did you dig such a straight trench because you wanted to be hit by Japanese shrapnel? You were always fussing when you were about to sleep, so why are you silent now?"

A cursing voice sounded, and He Mingchang's gaze was unconsciously drawn over. He saw a man with a scar on his forehead scolding a soldier not far away.

It was this sentence that caused a burst of laughter from the surrounding soldiers.

"Song Zicheng spent three dollars to learn this."

"Nonsense! There's no land in Pudong for him to dig. He taught himself."

"That's not true. When Song Zicheng first joined the team, he told us a lot about Pudong. He also summarized a set of experiences of his own. However, they are of no use to the three northeastern provinces now."

"That's three dollars, three dollars!"

"..."

The sound of voices made the laughter around even louder. Many soldiers helped Song Zicheng modify the straight trenches while laughing.

Song Zicheng followed Zou Min happily, lowered his head silently, and waved the hoe hard.

He Mingchang walked past the crowd, and the smiles on their faces made him dazed. He stopped every step and looked back every three steps to look at the soldiers.

It is obvious that they are preparing for defense, but this is a defense that will be attacked by the Japanese. Do these people really not understand the cruelty of the battlefield?

"Facing 700,000 Kwantung troops, you laughed?"

He Mingchang just thought about facing more than 700,000 Kwantung Army, and he felt that he couldn't laugh.

No other team has been reorganized here for more than ten years because the Japanese have already taken root here for a long time. We are the Japanese's ace flower, so coming in is undoubtedly a death wish.

But He Mingchang could not see any worry or tension on the faces of these soldiers.

Everything I see is so relaxing and comfortable.

He even saw a kind of desire in the eyes of some soldiers, a desire for battle, those wolf-like eyes, full of lingering fighting spirit.

He Mingchang couldn't understand why they could maintain such high combat effectiveness when they were alone in deep territory.

The further he walked, the more He Mingchang felt something was wrong.

"Is this a brigade? There seem to be more than 10,000 people..."

Because ever since he saw the Tiger Guards and entered the depths of Guiyang Mountain, he has seen countless soldiers.

He saw that a whole regiment of about 5,000 people were gathering in the mountains for training and familiarizing themselves with the mountain environment.

There were also some troops building fortifications and conducting training in the surrounding areas, including some soldiers carrying things, totaling at least more than 10,000 people.

Under the leadership of Zhang Mingcheng, He Mingchang saw a figure who looked gentle and refined and did not look like a warrior at all.

Behind him was a burly figure, with a long bullet bag and a Type 99 rifle on his back. The rifle had obviously been through many battles, but it was in very good condition.

As soon as this soldier appeared... He Mingchang could feel the other party's strength. He even took out the bullets from the bullet bag and pressed them into the magazine of the Type 99 light rifle while walking without even looking.

It's obvious that he is an old machine gunner.

"Captain Wang, the equipment of my brothers may not be very good, but they have all talked to the King of Hell, and none of them are afraid of death." Zhang Sencheng looked at Wang Jiantang and said.

"Uncle Qi, the equipment doesn't matter. Daniu, please change the equipment for our brothers." Wang Jiantang shook his head with a smile, turned to look at Daniu next to him, and gave instructions.

Then he turned his gaze to He Mingchang and the others. They all had thin faces and were as skinny as sticks. Looking at these people in front of him, many of whom were carrying big swords, he seemed to see his former self.

Although he did not carry the beheading knife on his back all year round, he basically brought it to the battlefield.

"welcome."

Wang Jiantang welcomed him sincerely.