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

"The south of the city has stabilized, now it's time to look inside the city!"

Lin Tianchen let out a long sigh. His cheeks were already red from the cold and his eyes were bloodshot. As a southerner, it was indeed difficult for him to adapt to the cold weather.

In the cold winter in Northeast China, there is nothing but heavy snow.

With the arrival of mid-December, the entire three northeastern provinces entered a real world of ice and snow.

In the Fengtianyi command room, if there were no stove left by the Japanese devils, I'm afraid the room would be covered with frost in such a winter.

When Lin Tianchen looked at the position of the south of the city on the visual map, they were entangled with each other. The results of the heavy artillery bombardment were significant. Even if the Japanese tanks were not completely eliminated, the remaining ones were not to be feared.

This made Lin Tianchen's tense eyes relax slightly.

Now that the uncertainties in the south of the city have been resolved, he can now focus more on Shengjing City.

After resisting this wave of counterattacks from the Japanese, he also had the opportunity to launch a full-scale counterattack.

At this time, Fang Bailu came running towards them.

"Brigade Commander, the Independent Regiment is rapidly entering the city, and the New Second Regiment has begun attacking from the south... The First and Second Regiments have already begun advancing on the left and right flanks."

Fang Bailu reported the news from the front line to Lin Tianchen one by one.

Lin Tianchen, who had chosen the map, nodded in agreement after hearing this. The independent regiment that had entered later was rushing to the front line. The third regiment was holding the line in the middle, while the first and second regiments were tactically interspersed and pressing forward, forming a circular pocket formation. This created a great sense of psychological pressure on the Japanese soldiers, and while attacking from the front, they had to defend against their counterattacks on the flanks.

Cooperating with the artillery regiment, they are gradually eroding Shengjing.

"Without the threat of mechanized forces, let's make a big show..."

Lin Tianchen's eyes moved slightly, and his gaze fell on the east direction of the city on the map.

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There were flames shooting up into the sky and sounds of gunfire in the city. It was obvious that a fierce battle was going on.

Flashes of light kept shining as Guo Qiaozhen ran wildly towards the west city wall. The camera in her hand kept flashing and her face was full of heaviness.

From the moment the battle began, she knew how hard victory would come.

Now, as we climbed up the city wall under the artillery fire, the entire city no longer looked like a city. Bomb craters of various sizes were scattered all over the streets.

Although it was snowing heavily, there was no snow to be seen in the city. It was all scorched earth.

There were ruins and corpses everywhere.

The once bustling streets have become battlefields with piles of corpses. All you can see is hell on earth.

Guo Qiaozhen records everything in the city.

"The Tiger Brigade's death flags...a group..." Guo Qiaozhen looked at the flags rising up in the streets and swaying in the wind, and she suddenly felt that everything she could see was a little blurry.

"That's the flag with the word 'death' on it..."

Amidst the flames of Guo Guangyao's fire, a black and white flag fluttered in the wind, extremely dazzling.

Once upon a time, when he was in Pudong, he saw this flag in the newspaper.

The first time I heard of this flag was when four hundred people charged at more than a thousand Japanese soldiers with death as their flag.

The huge word "death" occupied the entire photo and became the most touching memory in his heart.

Today, in the hometown where he lived in his youth, in the hometown that had been occupied by the Japanese for more than ten years, this flag was flying here, making his body tremble slightly.

An inexplicable emotion surged in his heart. The regiment commander who came from Sichuan was fighting fiercely in the Northeast.

The predecessors paved the way and the successors followed. He left home at a young age and looked back. He saw soldiers under the flags constantly rushing into the city. They were grouped in three and scattered on the battlefield on the left wing. Their figures could be seen on every street.

The shells fell, and even at this time it could be clearly seen that on some positions, some soldiers rushed forward directly, while the other two soldiers provided cover fire.

Wherever they went, they would greet the Japanese with bullets, and there would be collisions of flesh and blood. Some soldiers were even separated from the Japanese by only a wall.

Guo Guangyao held onto the city wall, but the cold touch could not resist the heat in his heart.

Although I returned to my homeland, it was all exchanged for blood and flesh.

Gusts of north wind blew, and the strong smell of blood rushed into his brain.

An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood.

"Reporter Guo." Guo Guangyao murmured.

"Speak." Guo Qiaozhen, who was standing aside, held a camera and looked at Guo Guangyao with some confusion.

"You have to walk the rest of the way on your own. I won't charge you three dollars."

Guo Guangyao's tone inexplicably calmed down. He took a quick look, quickly put on the soldier's uniform on the city wall, picked up a gun, and quickly ran towards the flag with the word "death" on it.

He had left his hometown and fled to Pudong, experienced the Pudong Battle, and witnessed the bloody battle of those soldiers, but he was just a bystander.

Now that his son was born and the flag of the Tiger Guard Brigade was flying in his homeland, he could no longer be a bystander.

He hopes that his children can return to their roots in the future, and does not want this land to still be in the hands of the enemy when he talks about it.

He had experienced wandering, cheating and deceiving people all his life, but now, he had finally mustered up the courage and stepped towards the flag.

My country is in danger, so why not die?!

Guo Qiaozhen's face froze, and she unconsciously raised her camera to take a picture, freezing the scene. Her figure quickly disappeared on the city wall.

The sun rose in the east, heavy snow fell, and a beam of light shone on the flag with the word "death" on it. Guo Guangyao bent his body and ran on the blood-stained street.

The air was filled with smoke and corpses were everywhere. Every step Guo Guangyao took left a footprint.

And the direction he was heading was exactly the direction where the flag with the word "death" was.

Guo Qiaozhen was silent for a moment and continued filming. She knew that the Tiger Guards were invincible in Shanxi. There were too many such figures since the Northern Expedition.

And all she had to do was record what was happening before her...