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

Set the south slope.

It's getting darker and the autumn wind is getting cooler.

Under the cover of night, under the moonlight, figures were quietly lurking on the hillsides on both sides of a road.

The road is long and straight for nearly two hundred meters before it becomes a curved road.

At that bend, there is a small slope of about two hundred meters, standing in the north and facing south. It has been called Dingnan Slope by people nearby.

The surrounding area is covered with dense forests and the hillsides are not very steep. The north wind blows, and the leaves rustle. The air is invaded by the sea breeze all year round, and there is a salty smell in the air.

People living nearby couldn't smell it, but Xu Zilai, who had lived in the inland for many years, couldn't help but sniff.

"You three are in front." Xu Zilai looked warily at Tim Schultz, Lucas and Hannah Schaefer who were talking.

As for these two foreigners, they didn't know why Brigadier General Lin took them so seriously and didn't tie them up, but since this was Brigadier General Lin's order, they naturally carried it out. However, for safety reasons, he still pulled out a squad from the regiment to temporarily dispatch and command them.

At this moment, Tim Schultz rang out in front of the two of them.

"Lucas wants to tell you that he wants to meet the Taoist priest from before to exchange ideas and learn from him." Tim Schultz walked to the front consciously, but after taking a few steps, he turned back and wanted to say something.

"Become my disciple? Learn to speak first." Xu Zilai ignored him and refused decisively.

Xu Zilai looked towards the dim lights on the Second Regiment's position in the distance, and his expression became serious.

"He said it was okay." Tim Schultz turned to look at Lucas.

"Great."

Lucas spoke excitedly. Ever since the booby trap he had set was played with by that bearded man, he couldn't sleep every time he thought about it.

"There are so many people who want to become my disciple..." Zhao Dagu's mouth twitched. After all, there were so many people who wanted to become my disciple in the special operations company.

Not to mention Yituan, even he himself wanted to have a status, so that the Taoist master would not be able to cheat him with a clear conscience, and maybe he could get rid of the situation of being a gatekeeper.

After Tim Schultz relayed the story, he ignored Lucas's excitement and instead observed from a distance with a telescope.

Because on the distant hillside road, at the ambush point of the Second Regiment, scattered lights had appeared and were gradually becoming denser.

The roar seemed extremely loud in the quiet night.

Tim Schultz observed it immediately and even inspected the flag of this unit. He found that it was the ace unit of the Kwantung Army.

"Island Tank Regiment, 17 light tanks, 21 medium tanks, and two infantry battalions, nearly 4,000 people..."

Tim Schultz murmured softly, and a roar could be heard faintly. This was a very standard mechanized wing.

Although the number of tanks and firepower of their mechanized corps cannot match his, he has always followed the Tiger Brigade here and has some understanding of the Tiger Brigade's manpower and firepower.

Facing this mechanized force, with its huge equipment gap and number of people, and fighting against a systematic mechanized force and infantry, Tim Schultz really felt he didn't know how to win.

Even if it was an ambush, in his opinion, it was a completely unequal battle.

"How will you fight?"

Tim Schultz naturally had no intention of stopping them. After all, these people in front of him were still enemies of his allies. Although their conflict of interest with Hans Tiger was farther away from here, it was not as great as in other places.

Thinking this in his mind, Tim Schultz turned his head slightly and looked at Xu Zilai and Zhao Dagu, but the two of them did not have the worry he thought, but their eyes were full of passion.

He really couldn't understand the state of these two people. Not only the two people in front of him, but also the other soldiers, he didn't see any fatigue from the war. Instead, after hearing about the battle, their faces were filled with excitement.

Is this a nation that loves fighting? Tim Schultz no longer dared to judge the people here based on his past experience. From what he had seen so far, every soldier's desire for battle captivated his attention.

Just at this moment, bursts of whistling came from the sky.

Whoosh! Sizzle!

Accompanied by these roars, it crossed the sky.

boom!

In an instant, the marching target was reminded of a violent explosion. The first to be hit were a tank in front and a truck behind the marching mechanized troops.

Huge flames shot up into the sky, and smoke filled the entire sky.

But this was just the appetizer. Under the moonlight, the whistling and explosion sounds in the sky were endless, directly turning the middle of the road into a bombing zone.

The dark night was instantly lit up, and waves of heat hit the cool night.

The Japanese soldiers below had more than a dozen trucks that were directly blown into flames, and the tanks hurriedly deployed their formation and drove towards the mountains on both sides. However, due to the limitations of the mountains, some places were severely sunken, and they felt a bit caught in a dilemma.

It has become a fireworks display point, with some Japanese soldiers nearby, covered in flames, running wildly around.

The wailing, explosions and gunshots mixed together, becoming the sound in the night.

Not only that, the sound of artillery fire added a few more fireworks to the team that was already in full bloom.

Tim Schultz saw a group of soldiers wearing military boots appear quickly like a tide and enter the artillery position not far away.

On the hillside of the explosion area, Sun Desheng and the soldiers of the cavalry battalion placed all the ammunition boxes on the artillery company's position.

His eyes were fixed on the tanks in the depression below, and the Japanese soldiers hiding around them and firing non-stop from the tanks. His pupils were burning with fire.

This long-lost feeling of being on the battlefield made his blood boil.

Since the Northern Expedition of the Tiger Guards Brigade, he has been training soldiers in Heiyun Village. Every time he led the cavalry battalion to transport things back to Heiyun Village from outside, he always sighed unconsciously.

After all, the battlefield is the soldier's destiny, but he didn't take them with him. He actually understood that they needed to travel light, as targets like tanks were too big.

But he never gave up and returned to the battlefield.

This time he went north with Ding Jiaguo and set out on the journey again. The long-lost feeling made him feel uneasy.

"Cavalry Battalion, don't get used to carrying things, or you won't be able to use guns to shoot the Japanese! Everyone, get your guns and cover me with heavy firepower." Sun Desheng shouted, and quickly crouched down with a gun in his hand and ran forward.

Covering another hill, the flames of the heavy machine guns kept sweeping over the Japanese soldiers on the road below. The gun lines were like arrow feathers, constantly harvesting the Japanese soldiers below.

Waves of heat came, and the entire battlefield had become a hell on earth, with flames everywhere and the Japanese being refined in the fire.

boom!

The Japanese tanks began to fight back, and their artillery hit the positions, stirring up high clouds of dust and smoke.

On the other side of the position, Li Weiguo, holding a Czech light machine gun, saw this scene, looked at the enemy formation below, stood up, and shouted: "Bomb team, prepare the Molotov cocktails!"

"Li Xianling, lead the team to press down from the flank and prevent them from forming an effective position."

"Everyone else follow me and cover the bombing team."

As the voice fell, Li Weiguo rushed down the hillside directly, holding a light machine gun and firing continuously. The mortar shells above his head were still flying, the soldiers behind him were following, and the flames and heat waves in front were still coming.

Wang Jiantang’s famous saying: The more you fear death on the battlefield, the more likely you are to die.

So Li Weiguo charged forward very quickly, the flames kept branding his face, sometimes red, sometimes dark, and the shaking of the light machine gun in his hand made the blood in the veins on his right arm beat.

The soldiers stood up in an instant like ghosts in the night, forming groups of three and gathering into an army. They were crazy when charging and calm when fighting.

The shouts frightened the flames rushing towards them and made them retreat a little. Dust flew up, as if heavenly soldiers were descending, riding on auspicious clouds.

The Molotov cocktail was thrown, sparks exploded, gasoline flowed down the iron sheet, and a tank instantly turned into a pile of fire. The short Japanese soldier crawled out from it, flames spread over his body, and he kept running wildly and wailing as he was burned by the fire.

"Li Deng! Lead the Second Battalion to sneak in from the back, and don't stand in the way of the tank fire!"

Although Li Weiguo rushed forward very quickly, he quickly found a cover after seeing the attracting fire.

Crouching, crouching, holding the machine gun, he quickly threw it behind the burning tank, using the flames to block the enemy's sight, and carefully observed after getting close.

"Yes!" Li Deng heard it and quickly led the second battalion, running with his body bent along the depression beside the road.

All members began to rush along the depression on the side of the road.

"Commander! Battalion Commander Sun is on the opposite side and seems to want to seize the Japanese tanks!" A soldier behind Li Weiguo spoke quickly.

Upon hearing this, Li Weiguo looked forward and saw Sun Desheng and his men charging down the hillside. He immediately understood what was going on.

"The rest of you, follow me and move forward. Suppress the fire! Help them." Li Weiguo roared angrily and rushed forward with his gun.

Li Weiguo now wants to give his utmost support to Sun Desheng's ideas.

Because he knew that as long as he could take it, the entire battlefield would be turned around.

At the same time, Sun Desheng was running quickly on the hillside with a spear in his hand. At this moment, he was like a cavalryman riding a war horse, as light as a swallow and running fast.

"Tank training teams, whichever team grabs it first gets it! Get into the cockpit immediately... As long as you can fire, fire back from the spot."

Sun Desheng spoke loudly and gave orders quickly. After all, no cavalryman didn't like driving a tank.

According to what he said in Heiyun Village, those who don’t like driving tanks are not good cavalrymen.

"Cavalry Battalion, charge!" Sun Desheng ran wildly and rushed towards the tank stuck in the depression.

His eyes were full of bloodshot. As long as they could seize the tanks, their cavalry battalion would no longer be just logistics.

Every soldier in the cavalry battalion had a gleam in his eyes.

The familiar roar and the vibration stimulated the hearts of each of them. The long-term training in Heiyun Village had made them accustomed to the feeling of coordinating battles in a narrow space.

Now that the tanks were right in front of them, they frantically wanted to grab one and drive it themselves.

Sun Desheng arrived at the side of a Japanese tank and immediately said to Li Ergou: "Put a few guns horizontally under the track in the depression on the right side."

After saying that, he jumped onto the tank, pushed away the dead Japanese soldiers on it, and after pushing them down, he fired a few shots at the Japanese soldiers hiding inside with the gun in his hand. After making sure that there were no living Japanese soldiers, he immediately crawled in.

Then the body was carried out from the cockpit door, and the people outside immediately took it and threw it aside.

Li Ergou and another person went in one after another.

Sun Desheng's no longer suppressed roar came directly from inside.

“Right nine turns to three! Full pressure!

Boom~

The sound of the engine was like a roar, and it came in an instant, and bursts of black smoke rose from the tank's engine.

The tracks turned, dust flew up, and the violent vibrations penetrated Sun Desheng's body, making him excited. His face flushed, and he roared through the observation window: "Left three, turn four, low two, five."

Li Ergou looked at the window, his hands turning quickly, pointing the gun barrel, and stepped on the ground. The recoil caused everyone in the tank to shake.

boom!

A flash of fire came out from the barrel.

The sound of a shell tearing through the air was heard, and the shell hit the huge rock next to the depression in front, where a group of Japanese soldiers were hiding and shooting.

The shells collided with the boulders, white flames rose up, and the shock wave of the explosion shook the stone that was one and a half meters high and one meter wide.

The huge rock rolled down into the depression, crushing three or four Japanese soldiers. Their flesh and blood were embedded in the soil, and their blood nourished the earth.

"Zhao Tian, ​​heavy machine gun!" Sun Desheng said loudly.

Zhao Tian just came in, lying on the tank with the lid open, holding a heavy machine gun in his hand, and kept shooting at the surrounding Japanese soldiers.

"Cooperate with the Second Regiment and advance to the flanks and rear! Help them defeat these Japanese soldiers in the front."