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

Jincheng, West Gate.

The city no longer has the prosperity of the past, but the ancient city rebuilt after the war exudes a sense of rebirth everywhere.

However, outside the west gate of the city, when Yi Zhihua just stepped out of the west gate.

The cold wind made him stop and he shivered unconsciously.

The rolling haystacks show the loneliness.

This new feeling had nothing to do with him.

All he could hear was the howling of the north wind, and all he could see were broken walls and ruins. The noisy sounds kept coming into his ears, and Yi Zhihua was in a very irritable mood.

"Where did I fail?" Yi Zhihua really wanted to draw his gun to vent his anger, but he just looked at the soldiers of the Tiger Guard Brigade on the city wall and compared their firepower.

Two guns, six hundred men, no miracles.

Yi Zhihua unconsciously loosened his grip on the gun, but he couldn't figure out...what was wrong with him? He had devoted all his energy to the 33rd Division, but in just two or three days, nine out of ten of his 33rd Division members were wiped out, and more than 15,000 people were instigated to defect.

I can still vividly remember the time when I first stepped into Jincheng. The mighty army, with horses galloping and whips waving, and the entire Tiger Brigade welcoming me.

But now, Yi Zhihua couldn't help but look back at his team, a group of people with wandering eyes and dejected looks.

They were in groups of two or three, or teams of seven or eight. Some of the people walking in the front could be heard talking in sobbing voices, complaining that all their money and property had been taken away from them.

Qian Bojun remained silent. Although he had thought about changing jobs and had even made preparations for the next move, for some reason, there was suddenly no further news.

Therefore, with every step Yi Zhihua took, the whispered conversations behind him made him feel even worse.

"Damn Lin Tianchen..." Yi Zhihua looked at the team and could no longer control himself from cursing him.

Each step feels like it's filled with lead, and each step weighs a thousand pounds.

Yi Zhihua's violent heart was suddenly disturbed when he saw a large number of troops appearing from the direction of Pingtuo Mountain in front of him, which made him pause in his cursing.

The Tiger Brigade is about to go to war again...Yi Zhihua muttered in his heart. It was obvious that Lin Tianchen had a new idea.

"This involves the mobilization of at least tens of thousands of troops. Winter is almost here, and we still need to fight?"

Yi Zhihua couldn't be without vision. A mobilization of this scale would obviously lead to another big melee.

The original troops of the 33rd Division would find it difficult to exert their combat effectiveness without integration, let alone the same combat effectiveness as the Tiger Guard Brigade. They had to participate in the war only a short time after joining the Tiger Guard Brigade.

This might mean using the 33rd Division as cannon fodder...Yi Zhihua muttered to himself, even feeling a little gloating.

After all, these were all traitors. But in a moment, Yi Zhihua fell silent. No matter how traitorous they were, these were the hard work of the family.

The situation before them was as stressful as a dark cloud passing by. Although the uniforms of the entire team were old and varied, they marched in unison. Each soldier carried a large bag on his back, a bullet bag hung around his waist, a grenade hung on his back, and a rifle on his back.

The sound of footsteps and various other sounds were intertwined. When the north wind blew, the sand rising from under the feet formed an oblique angle with the soldiers, as if they were walking on a rainbow and blooming with every step.

The orderly footsteps were like heavy hammers, ringing a bell in his heart, reminding him all the time that the troops before him contained his hard work.

The team was getting closer and closer, the sense of oppression was getting heavier, and a sense of solemnity was overwhelming.

Even though Yi Zhihua and his team of 600 people were not heading this way, they subconsciously made way for the main road.

Sometimes Yi Zhihua would suddenly be stunned because he saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

"Peng Shanping?"

Yi Zhihua stared intently, his eyes red.

A graduate of the sixth class of Whampoa Military Academy, he was regarded as a close confidant of the Chief of General Staff, but now it is obvious that Chu He has changed his ways.

Especially since the other party just glanced at him quickly without any intention of greeting him, and turned around to follow the main group.

Yi Zhihua felt that in addition to his own staff officer, there were many familiar faces among them. At this moment, there was no trace of him, their former superior, in the eyes of the soldiers. Their gazes were quietly fixed on the north, and each of their eyes was full of fighting spirit.

Thinking about the soldiers I had back then, and comparing them with the ones in front of me, they are still the same people, but their appearance seems to have changed.

Yi Zhihua knew very well what was in the north.

There are enemies over there, and that is a jungle full of thorns. The Kwantung Army is everywhere, but these soldiers in front of us, don’t they know what the road ahead will be like?

Obviously the soldiers knew it, but the sound of their footsteps revealed their determination.

Yi Zhihua was silent as he watched his former right-hand man leave without looking back. Suddenly he found that he seemed to not understand this deputy.

The only thing that impressed me most about my deputy who had followed me for eight years was that he graduated from the Whampoa Military Academy.

The north wind blew continuously, moving the figures on the road.

Yi Zhihua looked back at the hundreds of people behind him, walking on the muddy road very slowly, watching the army pass by and the wind and clouds changing with it.

They marched north in an orderly manner, their fighting spirit soaring to the sky. Yi Zhihua fell silent, his fists clenched, his eyes bloodshot.

&34;Those are all my soldiers...&34;

Yi Zhihua spoke with gritted teeth, but facing the overwhelming military might of Lin Tianchen, he hesitated for a moment, slowly withdrew his gaze, and rode his horse in the opposite direction of the main force.

Dust was flying and the north wind was blowing.

In fact, many people were paying attention to Yi Zhihua's departure, especially the Third Regiment, who were very wary of Yi Zhihua causing trouble.

Also paying attention to Yi Zhihua was a large group of people who remained motionless, watching quietly as the 600-man army gradually moved south.

Xu Jingqiang could no longer control himself.

"We haven't yet fully carried out Brigadier General Lin's orders, and he actually took away 600 of our people." Xu Jingqiang's tone was full of self-blame and regret.

As soon as these words were spoken, Song Zicheng or Zou Min next to them subconsciously looked at Xu Jingqiang.

"It seems like you really want to send him back as a bachelor commander." Song Zicheng's tone was filled with surprise.

"A bachelor commander? Humph, this spineless guy is qualified to be a commander. I just want him to go back single." Xu Jingqiang said in a firm tone.

Zhang Tianfu, who was standing by, nodded in agreement after hearing this.

"He goes against the grain and claims that he has an extraordinary destiny." Zhang Tianfu echoed.

"Master Dao, can you speak human language?" Xu Jingqiang said speechlessly.

"I agree with Brother Xu's idea." Zhang Tianfu paused slightly and spoke.

“Good brother!!”

Xu Jingqiang put his arm around Zhang Tianfu's shoulders and said with certainty, then looked at his fellow disciples:

"Come, come and meet your second brother." Xu Jingqiang immediately called out.

"..."

Zhang Tianfu was speechless for a moment and touched his beard.