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

Snapped!

A dull voice rang out in the combat command room in the east of Shengjing City.

"Are our mechanized forces all made of paper? Six tanks stopped us?"

Mijiro Tani's roar echoed throughout the command room. His palms were pressed tightly against the table. He stood in front of everyone, his face flushed and his eyes bloodshot. The pain in his palms could never compare to the pain in his heart.

The roar brought a deathly silence to the entire combat command room. Even the sound of the telegraph seemed to have stopped at this moment.

He was very anxious. After all, a large-scale counterattack had already been launched on the front. If the mechanized troops could not pass through the south of the city and penetrate into the defensive positions of the Tiger Brigade, it would be difficult for the large forces in the city to make any substantial progress.

He even foresaw failure.

You know, as long as these more than 50 tanks go south of the city, they can easily wipe out the Tiger Brigade's troops.

Absolutely, but now it’s blocked?

The north wind howled and hit the windows, bringing with it bursts of noise and the sound of gunfire raging outside.

"Why on earth are they attacking us with six tanks?! Kudo Sanbon, speak up!!"

Mijiro Tanii roared hysterically. If this time he succeeded, the Tiger Guards in the city would be wiped out, and then they would be able to move through Shengjing and outward.

Also, he couldn't understand why Lin Tianchen adjusted so quickly.

Why did the tanks of the Tiger Brigade appear? The heavy artillery had adjusted its position early, and his unexpected move was completely seen through.

The most important thing is that they have more than fifty tanks, but the Tiger Brigade only has six!

Six!

Six tanks fought against more than fifty, but they couldn't break through the defense line for a while.

Mijiro Tani's face looked very ugly. After all, it was a risky move for the tanks to appear alone. Once they failed, their mechanized troops would suffer heavy losses.

This feeling of being plotted against made him feel suffocated.

Mijiro Tani stared intently at the south of the city, remained silent for a long time, and asked through gritted teeth:

"Now, can the 12th and 15th Mechanized Corps break through the defense line?"

Once the words were spoken, no one dared to respond, but many of the Japanese soldiers looked at Kudo Sanbon.

For a moment, Kudo Sanbon felt the gazes of many people. He didn't want to stay for a moment, but faced with the murderous gaze of Tanii Mijiro, he lowered his head silently.

"The 12th and 15th Mechanized Corps are completely unable to gain speed. As soon as any tank gains speed, the enemy will choose to ram it directly. Moreover, the Tiger Brigade's wings are deployed very quickly, and many troops have already been trapped in the pocket."

Kudo Sanben didn't want to report bad news, but there was no way. It seemed that all the news was bad, and it would have been fine if it was just bad news, but all the bad news was concentrated on him alone.

The sounds rose and fell, and explosions and flames continued in the south of the city.

"Lin Tianchen can fully trust that the six tanks can withstand our attack and leave his back to the troops facing more than 50 tanks. Why can't we control it! Kudo Sanbon, tell me!!!" Mijiro Tani roared, his face turned very ugly.

Lin Tianchen's fighting style was based on the belief that their mechanized troops could not break through the defense line of six tanks.

You have to know that the Tiger Brigade reinforced its troops on both wings to form a pocket formation. This style of play was even more unreasonable. It was obvious that the decisive factor on the battlefield was the mechanized troops in the south of the city.

Lin Tianchen still sent reinforcements into the city, but now, their more than 50 tanks were really blocked.

Kudo Sanbon just remained silent. When the tactics came out, he didn't make any suggestions and really didn't say a word.

The advisers were the ones who came up with the ideas, and the superiors were the ones who made the decisions. He couldn't understand why he was the one being questioned.

"Suppress the counterattack of the three regiments of the Tiger Guard Brigade. Koto Sanben, you must take your men to the front line to supervise the battle in person. If fifty tanks cannot break through... you know the consequences." Mijiro Tani's chest heaved violently. At this point in the war, it was difficult to adjust the formation.

If we adjust now, it would mean breaking our wrist.

If they fail to break through in the south of the city, their proactive attack this time may very likely backfire and ruin the situation in Shengjing.

Now the arrow is on the string and must be shot. There is still a chance of winning.

Now there are only two enemy tanks left in the south of the city. If he can't break through, he feels that the day of committing suicide by seppuku is not far away.

As soon as the words came out, the

"Yes." Kudo Sanbon's face froze, and he looked a little helpless.

"You...you...you...and you...come with me to supervise the battle."

Kudo Sanbon's hand was like the pen of the god of death. Everyone who was pointed at looked pale, but they also knew why they were pointed at.

Because it was their suggestion, facing the sharp gaze of Kudo Sanbon, he could only follow behind silently. The combat command room once again fell into silence, as if a cicada was afraid to speak.

........

...

Shengjing, south of the city.

The originally white snow had now turned into mud, with depressions of various sizes scattered all over the ground.

The city wall had been riddled with more than a dozen holes from bullets, and there were burning Japanese tanks beside the wall.

The remains of tanks were scattered all over the ground, illuminating the surroundings like fire.

Black smoke rose up like beacon smoke.

"Press the second tank to hold on..."

Sun Desheng's voice was very hoarse and his eyes were full of murderous intent. In the small space, the hoarse voice echoed.

"Captain, we are the only ones left..."

An observer nearby spoke quickly with an equally hoarse voice.

Sun Desheng's expression froze, and his face was full of ruthlessness.

"Li Ergou! Three from the right, one high, full."

Sun Desheng spoke with gritted teeth, his face was like a black coal ball, only a pair of extremely bright white eyes against the black background and his white teeth could be seen.

The handheld heavy machine gun turned almost simultaneously with the muzzle.

"fire!"

boom!

A loud noise was heard and the entire car shook violently while driving. Sun Desheng's body shook with it, and his hands tightly grasped the heavy machine gun.

If you look at the marks on the gun barrel, you will see records of the Japanese tanks they destroyed. With one shot, a Japanese tank instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

In such a battle, there is no wailing and no reaction time. The moment the shell hits, it causes a chain reaction and fuses with the steel.

Sun Desheng listened to the sound of gunfire in the city, which made his heart beat faster and faster and he gasped for breath.

"Brothers, death is right before our eyes, are you afraid?"

Sun Desheng roared angrily, his body shaking uncontrollably, his eyes staring straight ahead.

"Battalion Commander, what are you afraid of? We've killed enough devils all the way from Jin!"

"We have conquered Jin in the south and have reached this point in the northern expedition. Now that our brigade has captured Shengjing, we have achieved our goal!"

Two voices came from the car, which made Sun Desheng's face tremble less.

"You're right... I fought to the death in Jin, marched north to this point, and even witnessed snow falling in winter. This life has been worth it..."

Sun Desheng roared, adjusting his heavy machine gun with a slight movement, his voice filled with eagerness.

"Three-shot, level fire, weld the throttle! Buy the brigade some more time..."

Rumble!

The roar of the engine sounded again, the wind and snow temporarily stopped, and tigers roared in all directions.

The night was getting darker, but the roaring and the sound of artillery continued.

The enemy is numerous and we are few, but for Sun Desheng, so what? If he has to hold on, he has to hold on even if it costs his life.

"Cavalry Battalion! Attack!"

With a roar, Sun Desheng's voice at this moment drowned out the roar of the engine and suppressed the gunfire.

Shengjing, on a small hill.

Guo Qiaozhen's eyes were bloodshot, and Guo Guangyao beside her was clenching his hands tightly.

The scenery of the north is all covered in white in the cold winter.

Only around Shengjing, on the flat ground south of the city, the snow melted as soon as it fell, and the black soil turned into mud. No blood was seen, but only corpses were found.

The remains of tanks, one after another, with black and red flames emitting from them, were scattered all over the south of the city.

From the initial six tanks charging towards the Japanese tank battle group, to one tank being hit and one breaking down, the flames of heavy machine guns were still coming out of the tanks, firing rapidly.

During the coordinated charge, the two tanks directly used their bodies to stop the Japanese tanks charging, while the tanks next to them provided additional fire.

The collision between iron blocks, the bombardment between gun barrels, and the secondary explosions directly illuminated the dark night.

"I would like to draw the sword from my waist, just to kill Lou Lan..."

Guo Qiaozhen said with a trembling mouth, her whole body was shaking.

She had seen the Pudong Battle, where soldiers rushed towards the Japanese tanks with explosives in their arms, and she had seen the country's city gates being broken, and they used their flesh and blood to hold up the gates that they knew could not be stopped.

I have also seen people bowing and scraping in front of the Japanese in order to save their lives.

But before his eyes, all the past had become a cloud of smoke. The upright backbone of the Tiger Guards did not bend because of this, but still stood straight.

Her blood was burning as she resolutely launched a counterattack against enemies that outnumbered her by dozens of times.

"It must be sent out so that everyone in the country can know about them and see everything here." Guo Guangyao said with a hint of pleading in his tone.

In return, Guo Qiaozhen nodded vigorously. They were alone in the deep enemy territory, outnumbered by the enemy, but they were determined not to turn back.

The heavy snow might have hidden the traces of the tank tracks, but it could not hide what she had seen with her own eyes.

Guo Qiaozhen's hand holding the camera has never been so firm.

When written reports appear, what the world sees may inspire and encourage them, and they may praise their bravery and recognize their unparalleledness. It may also become a light and faith in the hearts of the Chinese people.

But few people know how much courage it takes to drive a tank and launch a counterattack without hesitation in the flat land south of Shengjing City, facing the oppressive feeling of the black mass of Japanese tanks.

The soldiers knew they would die, but they did not hesitate. At this time of national crisis, they used their lives to pave a bloody road to victory.

History may be forgotten, words may be the foundation of inheritance, but photos are the most easy-to-understand way of expression. All she has to do is use photos to record everything in front of her and pass it on.