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

The sky was filled with sparks, and wherever you looked, you could see flames shooting up into the sky.

The shells were fired continuously and fell continuously.

Guo Qiaozhen was lying in the trench, the camera in her hand had already captured countless photos, she was staring blankly at the hellish scene in front of her.

The soldiers of the artillery regiment were constantly attacking under the bombardment. Some shells fell around them, but before that, they had to fire the prepared shells.

The Northern Expedition troops had previously begun to deliver artillery shells to the artillery regiment, and at this moment it was finally explained that the artillery regiment was facing an unprecedented test, and being surrounded by enemies on three sides was obviously a lot of pressure.

However, with the first round of fire, the intensity of the Japanese artillery bombardment was obviously reduced by more than one level. However, it is unrealistic to say that there were no losses. Faced with such a chaotic battlefield, the artillery had no time to grieve.

Even though shells flew overhead and explosions continued to be heard, he just wanted to execute the order as quickly as possible.

But this was far from over. The logistics soldiers of the artillery regiment who had been hiding in the trenches began to build caves in the ground and move the artillery shells outside.

"Hurry up!"

"Next comes support from all sides!"

Urgent sounds continued to sound from all around, and Guo Qiaozhen saw a familiar figure in the crowd, carrying a box of ammunition.

"Brother Guo."

Guo Qiaozhen shouted in surprise, causing Guo Guangyao to pause slightly. The tomboy was gone, but the camera in his hand was still there as before.

After pausing for three seconds, when Guo Guangyao saw Guo Qiao, he held the shell with one hand and pointed to the nameplate on his chest with the other hand, with a smile on his face.

When old friends met on the battlefield, there was no long conversation as imagined, just a quick glance and a silent farewell.

Guo Guangyao carried the artillery shells and quickly caught up with the team.

"Old Guo, are you your relatives?" A man in his forties, running and panting, quickly ran to Guo Guangyao's side.

"No, I'm a friend who went north with me." Guo Guangyao shook his head and spoke truthfully.

He wanted to join the Death Corps of the Tiger Guards Brigade, but the Death Corps' locations kept changing, and when he caught up with them, the Death Corps had adjusted again.

"It's great that we meet in this place full of gunfire. You should stop and say a few words. For people of our generation, a glance could be the last one at any time." Xie Yong, who was carrying a cannonball, looked at Guo Guangyao meaningfully. Looking back now, the war was constant and people were coming and going.

He also had many friends and comrades-in-arms, but now he has almost forgotten their faces. The war cannot stop.

After fighting for several years with the 33rd Division, Xie Yong now blocked out his fear when all the soldiers in the Tiger Brigade were rushing towards the same goal.

Heavy artillery bombardment, Xie Yong, who had fought for half his life, had never seen such a battle scene. Throughout the whole process, he could not see a single Japanese soldier, but the intensity of the battle was far higher than any battle he had ever participated in.

The Japanese's first wave of artillery fire was like an air raid, trying to plow their land.

Originally, he was ready to go to the underworld to meet his brothers, but now it seems that the time will have to be postponed.

"Victory will naturally bring a chance to greet." Guo Guangyao quickly carried the ammunition and came out of the cave, the artillery positions of the entire network.

At this time, the artillerymen were rapidly adjusting the gun barrels and checking the heavy artillery.

"Yes, when I meet my comrades in the future, I will brag to them that I witnessed with my own eyes that the artillery regiment fought one against three!" Xie Yong followed quickly.

The sound of artillery fire from the artillery regiment's position did not stop because the devil's heavy artillery stopped. Instead, commands came out from Zhuzi's hands, becoming more and more intense.

Under the ice and snow, three or two soldiers carried the shells together, loaded them, put them into the chamber, turned their backs, and pulled them.

boom!

Sound, cannon fired.

It seemed as if even the space was shaking, and fog suddenly rose up. In the fog, the figures of the soldiers appeared.

Snow falls on the barrel of a gun and melts upon impact.

The artillerymen could not see each other's conversation, but Guo Qiaozhen saw the answer. After all, she clearly felt that fewer and fewer shells were falling on the position.

This means that the artillery regiment of the Huben Brigade actually won the battle against the artillery positions on the three upper sides.

Guo Qiaozhen felt a surge of heat in her heart. She had won the battle between heavy gunboats while being attacked from three sides. Now it was obvious that this was the moment of preparing for the attack.

You look at the back of the man standing on the artillery position, holding the phone and constantly directing the artillery with gestures. The shells fly over his head, but his expression remains unchanged.

Guo Qiaozhen unconsciously captured this figure in her camera. Every battle seemed like a legend, and every victory was hard-won. It was not as simple as it sounds.

The cavalry battalion continued to charge forward in the face of enemies that outnumbered them by several times, fighting to the death. Then, the artillery regiment's battle in the flames of war was like rebirth from the flames, a fight to the death with the Japanese.

This is a battle where you don't see the enemy and it's a battle of willpower. And no battle is easy.

The combat methods of the Tiger Guards Brigade, the artillery, tanks and the corpses of Japanese soldiers along the way made her realize more clearly that the Tiger Guards Brigade had unknowingly become the belief in the hearts of many soldiers, and even took deep root in his heart.

Northern Expedition to drive out the Tartars.

"We must win."

Guo Qiaozhen murmured, the flash of the artillery shell is the brightest shutter.