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

Changling Mountain.

In the eastern sky, a circle of white is filled against the azure background.

The night will retreat and the dawn will come.

A hidden place in Changling Mountain has become a temporary shelter for many wounded soldiers. After all, daytime is approaching, and if nothing unexpected happens, the bombers will definitely arrive as scheduled.

The entire battlefield was extremely fierce.

On a hilltop, Lin Shouzhong leaned on a wooden crutch and looked out at the smoke-filled battlefield below.

"The Tiger Brigade... won." Lin Shouzhong's hands holding the crutch and his face were a little pale, but his heart was beating strongly.

Thick black smoke covered the entire sky, and in the hazy sky, flames were faintly visible wherever the eye could see.

Piles of corpses were intertwined, and blood had gathered in the potholes and had already solidified into blood clots.

The smell of blood and gunpowder was intertwined, he could even smell it vaguely. The cannons disappeared, but the sound of gunfire appeared from time to time on the battlefield, and sometimes there were explosions.

The Japanese soldier lying on the ground was greeted by a bullet. Similarly, many soldiers of the Tiger Brigade were walking on the battlefield. They were not cleaning the battlefield, but cleaning up the bodies of the soldiers.

They would take off the nameplate, put it in their arms, and clean their sleeping brothers very solemnly.

"Jinsui Army..."

Lin Shouzhong scanned the battlefield, watching the gathering of various parties, the base, the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army...the Tiger Brigade.

The arrival of these troops made Lin Shouzhong feel as if he saw the dawn after the moon had parted. Since the arrival of the Tiger and Leopard Brigade, each battle had driven him forward, allowing him to see hope in this hopeless land.

"Who would want to kneel if they can stand?" Lin Shouzhong's eyes were a little blurred, and he murmured softly.

At this moment, while covering the base troops' march northward, he had already made up his mind. In fact, his choice was also the choice of many people.

Just like Zhang Yong, who knew that one of the troops in my cup had been surrounded, but still led more than a hundred people to Changling Mountain.

It's easy to make a decision, but it's hard to make the determination.

There is scorched earth everywhere in front of him, but now Lin Shouzhong understands that under these scorched earth, as long as there is the baptism of spring breeze, the most colorful flowers may be born under these scorched earth next year.

North of Changling Mountain.

Gunshots were heard from time to time. Ouyang Wenjing fired a shot at the ground, feeling the sticky sensation under his feet. The ground he stepped on was stained with blood.

The reflection beside the fire stood on the blood-stained ground. There was a bit of determination on the originally tender face, and there was only coldness in the eyes.

"Captain." As a veteran of the regiment, Ouyang Wenjing was full of respect for Wang Jiantang.

After every battle, they would be given lessons. In the back mountain of Heiyun Village, in the cave, on the haystack, all the tactics taught by Wang Jiantang, as well as the ways to fight against the Japanese, were firmly engraved in his mind.

"Good fight." Wang Jiantang didn't say much, just patted Ouyang Wenjing on the shoulder.

Being able to resolve the issue before daybreak means there's no need to worry about the Japanese bombers, and looking at Ouyang Wenjing in front of him, Wang Jiantang really felt that the other party had grown a lot.

This person, who had been in the same group with Zhang Tianfu and the others, made Wang Jiantang's eyes full of relief.

It’s just that the logistics team needed someone with better coordination skills. Lin Tianchen, who was the team leader at the time, asked Ouyang Wenjing to leave and formed a partnership with Lan Pingli.

Looking back now, Wang Jiantang suddenly had a feeling that time had left its mark on them, and the originally immature young people were gradually maturing.

The thick smoke made him feel a little unreal, but the expression of the young man in front of him moved him deeply.

The smoke blew on the two men, and their shadows were stretched out long under the firelight. They smiled at each other.

Not master and disciple, but better than master and disciple.

But for both of them, as commanders on the front line, they never know which one will come first, tomorrow or death, as they are always on the edge of a knife.

Being able to see each other after every battle is the best language.

As the sky gradually brightened, a figure appeared on the battlefield, attracting the attention of Wang Jiantang, Ouyang Wenjing, and many other soldiers.

There was the sound of the wind, sporadic gunfire, and the crackling of burning flames.

The sky gradually brightened, and the white halo in the eastern sky began to turn red.

The bright red color hangs on the mountains, shining everywhere, and the scorched earth seems to be covered with a layer of gold.

On a hillside of Changling Mountain, Lin Tianchen stepped down, his bloodshot eyes silently scanning the entire battlefield.

The night has retreated, but the earth is now pitch black.

The smell of blood overwhelmed the smell of gunpowder, and the gunpowder blew across his shoulders, as if it was a soldier's farewell.

The breeze came, but he was silent.

The vast land was littered with corpses.

Everywhere, there were craters of all sizes, body parts everywhere, blood and flesh covering every inch of land, and blood flowing onto the ground, forming pools of blood in some low-lying areas.

The once green hills have turned into barren scorched earth, filled with smoke, like hell on earth.

The road has become blurred, with only craters filling this road that once led to the distance.

The sky gradually brightened, and the bright red in the east rose slowly.

The bright red clouds correspond to the blood-red road. When the first ray of sunlight shines down from the mountains, it falls on the winding road.

Under the warm sun, the whole place is devastated, and there is no intact land in sight.

What Lin Tianchen least wanted to see was such a scene. He was not warlike and did not want to see a battlefield. However, now he could only prevent such a battlefield from happening as little as possible.

He wanted to lead more soldiers to peace, but the road was long and he had to keep going.

"Have each regiment count the soldiers, bury them properly, and take their nameplates back."

Lin Tianchen's voice was a little hoarse, and he exhaled lightly.

The battle situation in Jincheng is still undecided, and Chaocheng is now empty. These all need to be dealt with by him. His steps, as well as those of the Tiger and Leopard Brigade, cannot stop.

Jincheng is now headed for the independent regiment, so he is not worried for the time being. He can just slowly chew on the remaining bones.

"Yes." Fang Bailu nodded heavily and walked to the side.

Fang Bailu left quickly. Lin Tianchen kept looking around, watching a large group of people walking towards him.

The warm sun was rising, and the light shone on these figures, and there was a slight difference in Lin Tianchen's eyes.

Wang Jiantang's arms were wrapped in bandages, and his military uniform was tattered to the point of being tattered.

Ouyang Wenjing, who was standing next to Wang Jiantang, already had a look of determination on his face.

As for Li Weiguo, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

At this time, Li Weiguo was completely a bloody man, a soldier who crawled out of a pile of dead bodies, his whole body was covered with blood stains, even his face was covered with a lot of blood.

The smell of blood on their bodies was extremely strong. The key to victory was the second regiment's penetration, which cut through the entire battlefield.

Behind them was Zhao Jinxue, whose face was covered in dirt and whose short hair was covered in grime, as well as Wang Fu, Ma Kanghui and others who were being supported by others.

The arrival of the group was filled with murderous intent and the smell of blood was overwhelming.

Looking at the familiar faces appearing one after another, Lin Tianchen's expression became somewhat heavy.

"Travel seat."

"Travel seat..."

Although they won this battle, many soldiers fell into eternal sleep. It is said that a kind person cannot command an army, but after each battle, Lin Tianchen felt an uncontrollable heaviness in his heart.

Soldiers who have been baptized by the fire of war stand before him, but there are also brothers who are sleeping on the battlefield.

He was always tense in every battle. He could let the first regiment attract firepower without hesitation to withstand 30,000 elite troops from Guandong, laying the foundation for counter-encirclement. In order to win a quick victory, he could let the second regiment break through the enemy's Mengdi.

But that doesn't mean his heart is made of iron.

Just like when he went to Zhenhun Pass, he stayed on Fenglin Mountain for a long time looking at the Third Battalion.

Lin Tianchen glanced at them one by one.

"You all did a great job. After we get back, we will go to Fengling Mountain to have a drink and chat with our brothers who have been sleeping for a long time." Lin Tianchen said slowly.

The dead are gone, but they still have to look forward. The Northern Expedition has not stopped, the Japanese are still on their land, and they have to move forward.

"Of course. When the war is over, I will take them back to visit my hometown in western Sichuan." Wang Jiantang nodded in agreement, his tone somewhat melancholy.

Just like the sky is covered with dark clouds, although victory is a wish, the separation of brothers makes them very sad.

At this moment, Xiaoshanzi's voice broke the silence.

"Brigade Commander, the 35th Division is here."

After Xiao Shanzi finished speaking, Lin Tianchen and the others looked in the direction he was looking.

They saw some figures walking towards them quickly, with fast and hurried steps.

At this time, Luo Xuhui came over and looked at a figure surrounded by people on the hillside. His eyes suddenly became serious.

Luo Xuhui subconsciously adjusted his military uniform.

As the commander of a division, I realized the vastness of the world before me. Before me was the highest mountain and the longest river in the army's command system.

Starting from the battle at Changling Mountain, the Independent Regiment, the 1st Regiment, the 2nd Regiment, even the logistics, and the 35th Division he brought, all played their roles.

His keen insight into the battlefield also allowed the three regiments on his left wing to retreat and avoid the Japanese's collective charge.

One regiment was used to defend Changling Mountain, and another regiment was used to divide the battlefield. Finally, the logistics regiment found the Japanese command post and defeated them.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if a general command force of more than 100,000 troops came to destroy the 30,000 Kwantung Army in this battle, it would be difficult to guarantee such a result.

But now it has been done. Thirty thousand people annihilated another thirty thousand, and they were the elite troops from Guandong. Who would have dared to think about it before? Who could have imagined it?

Luo Xuhui was facing the commander-in-chief of the Northern Expedition. Even though he was one level higher than the other party, the position of Lin Tianchen in his heart could not be expressed in words.

Luo Xuhui even had a pilgrimage mentality. After approaching, he looked at the somewhat thin figure, his eyes were bloodshot, and his handsome face was full of vicissitudes of life.

"Brigade Commander Lin, the 35th Division is here to report." After Luo Xuhui approached, he immediately shook hands and saluted.

It is not a suppression of rank, but a recognition from the heart and of ability.

"welcome."

Lin Tianchen was stunned for a moment, then immediately spoke.