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

Pingtuo Mountain.

Since the beginning of winter in the three northeastern provinces, it has been snowing heavily, and at this moment the warm sun rarely shows up.

On this hilltop that has been bombarded countless times by artillery fire, several figures are walking carefully on the road.

"According to the information I gathered, we're just around the corner to Pingtuo Mountain, and then we're in Jincheng. There are probably a lot of Japanese soldiers there, so we have to be careful."

The tall, somewhat thin man, carrying a simple bag, spoke in a low voice, his eyes constantly alertly scanning his surroundings.

After Guo Guangyao finished speaking, he couldn't help but look at one of the people next to him, Guo Qiao. He could tell at a glance that she was a tomboy. There was no doubt that she was a reporter, but the name might be fake.

The other person spoke in a low voice all the way and was the leader of a group of people.

"Then let's take the mountain road for the rest of the journey. We should be able to tell the direction, right?" Guo Qiaozhen patted her hat and looked around at the remaining traces of battle.

Looking towards Jincheng, his clear eyes moved slightly.

Deep in memory, the clear sky was obscured by smoke, bombs fell, turning the ancient city into a sea of ​​fire, and evil spirits roamed the world. To them, they were just a string of numbers.

But for Guo Qiaozhen, it was a nightmare that woke her up every night. The purpose of this trip to the north was actually very simple.

Although words can touch people's hearts, photos can give people the most intuitive touch.

Few people can read, but they all understand the pictures.

"I used to haul goods with my parents. We walked past this side, and right in front of us was Pingtuo Mountain. I heard that was the base where the Tiger Guards Brigade took Jincheng. A regiment of the Tiger Guards held it for a long time, using everything from air bombings and tank crushing to Japanese charges and artillery bombardments, but they couldn't take Pingtuo Mountain."

"The Tiger Brigade is really powerful, but our cooperation will end when we reach the front. Just give me three dollars..." Guo Guangyao's tone became unconsciously excited as he spoke, and his hand kept pointing in the direction of Pingtuo Mountain.

In fact, he himself knew that he was afraid of death, but with the birth of his child and reading one report after another about the Tiger Brigade, he couldn't help but fall into silence for a long time.

Pudong was looking for some people who were familiar with the north to lead the way. After hesitating for a long time, he finally decided to head north. He originally thought that his wife would refuse, but under her tearful eyes, she revealed her approval.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work on the journey. Here are ten dollars..." Guo Qiaozhen nodded, took out some dollars from her bag and handed them over.

"You and I are from the same family. I only want three dollars."

Guo Guangyao shook his head, took only three pieces, put them in his arms, and continued on his way.

A light snow fell, and the warm sun shone on us. All we could see was a vast expanse of white, with no other colors to be seen.

When you reach the top of a mountain path, you will always feel as if the clouds have parted and the sky is bright. Now, Guo Guangyao and Guo Qiaozhen have this feeling.

Climbing to the top of the mountain and seeing the dawn should have been a feeling of accomplishment, but the cold wind blew and hit the two of them, and their eyes involuntarily looked into the distance.

One hill was covered with snow, but it was different from the other hills. The traces of war were very obvious.

What he felt at this moment was not the cold wind, but the past, the bloody battle on Pingtuo Mountain.

"I've heard that Pingtuo Mountain experienced a great war, but this Blood Mountain..."

After a long time, Guo Guangyao felt as if his soul was frozen by the cold and his eyes were frozen.

"How much blood must have been shed..." Guo Qiaozhen looked at the blood-red beauty, but there was no smile on her face.

There was not a single tree, no shelter, it was all bare, with snow pits of all sizes scattered all over the mountain.

Traces of trenches can be seen in some gullies on the mountainside, and the charred iron blocks exposed at the foot of the mountain can be vaguely judged to be the shadows of tanks that had been burned for a long time.

What shocked the two the most were the frozen corpses piled up on top of each other at the foot of the mountain and the frozen red blood.

Just by looking at the scene before him, he seemed to see that cruel battlefield.

There was even a pungent smell of blood, which she didn't smell, but was caused by an illusion of taste.

"A sea of ​​corpses and a mountain of blood...even ice and snow cannot hide it..."

Guo Qiaozhen couldn't imagine what kind of battle Hu Bennu had experienced.

I pointed the camera in my hand at Pingtuo Mountain and finally pressed the shutter.

The roads that the Tiger Guards Brigade had traveled and the battlefields they had left behind had always been the destination she wanted to go to. Guo Qiaozhen had experienced the failure of the Pudong Campaign, the failure of the Zao and Yi Campaigns, and all the human tragedies.

The Pudong Battle was a street fight and a bloody meat grinder. The battle on just one hill seemed to have frozen time under the ice and snow, forming the snow-capped mountains before our eyes today, while the walls of Jincheng further away were in ruins.

The great victory inspired people's hearts and boosted the morale of the army, but few people knew about the blood mountain in front of them and the hardships behind the simple victory.

Guo Qiaozhen did not cherish the film because no other film could compare to what was in front of her.

"Brother Guo, can you find a way to take me to that hilltop? There I can take a more complete photo of Pingtuo Mountain and Jincheng. I want more people to see everything here."

Guo Qiaozhen was very serious. She didn't want the world to see only the word "great victory", just as the world only knew about the brutality of the Japanese devils and the huge casualties in the Pudong Battle, but didn't know what happened in detail, only a bunch of cold numbers.

To rebuild the old mountains and rivers means to rebuild the ruined mountains and rivers.

Every victory should not be described simply as a "great victory."

Guo Guangyao watched silently and finally nodded.

"Row."