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

It was snowing heavily and the north wind was howling.

Facing Shengjing, with his back to the mountain where the sun rises, he sits hunched over, with only wind and snow to accompany him.

He is no longer as vigorous as he once was, and now appears to be completely lonely.

The cold wind blew past his body like the curse of the dead, and the snowflakes were like bullets falling on his body.

"He doesn't know me."

There were low murmurs, and suddenly the cold light of the icy iron flashed.

When it entered the body, its face was full of ferocity and unwillingness.

“Lin Tianchen!!!”

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching roar, the solitary figure beside the dead tree slowly fell down, dyeing a large area of ​​white snow red.

Teng Wei Haojiu and Nobuno Sanjiu stared at each other in silence, which turned into a soft sigh.

If they had not experienced the battle of the Tiger Guard Brigade, they might not have looked down on Mijiro Tani. However, after experiencing the battle, they all knew that the enemy Mijiro Tani faced was too terrifying.

But now that the battle has gotten to this point, we have to report to the higher-ups.

The death of Mijiro Tani was not only a warning to them, but also a spur, telling them all the time that they were facing a terrifying monster that had pushed them to the edge of the cliff.

After a long silence, Teng Weihao waved his hand, and instantly several Japanese soldiers began to solemnly clean up the corpses in the snow.

"Sir, let's stabilize the situation first. Our troops can't really take advantage in winter."

"Preserve our manpower so we can respond effectively after the spring."

"In the north, the Kwantung Army can be mobilized at will and the support speed is also fast. Now the headquarters attaches great importance to the Tiger Guard Brigade. We just need to wait and survive the winter. We can't follow in their footsteps."

Ichiro Suzuki looked at the fallen figure in the distance and sighed softly. If Mijiro Tani was not strong, he would not have become the commander-in-chief of Kanto. But the opponent was stronger, and the previous car was dead.

Now the only chance of victory is to survive the winter and fully demonstrate the advantages of equipment.

Teng Weihao on the side was silent for a short time, looking at Shengjing in the distance, where the few beams of light were still shining.

"That's the only way..." Teng Wei Haojiu said with a gloomy face.

He clearly realized that the Tiger Brigade was different from other troops. As long as they made a breakthrough in Shengjing, it would be like a tiger smelling blood, and they would not have any time to react.

Even if the combat mission is arranged in advance, it can still be disrupted by the opponent's adjustments.

This is a tactical misalignment and a huge lack of acumen in decision-making.

The soldiers of the Tiger Guard Brigade fought very bravely and were truly invincible from top to bottom.

Even if they wanted to counterattack at Dingfengpo, the Huben Brigade withdrew immediately, leaving Shengjing and Xinye Division no chance to be defeated.

It can be said that Lin Tianchen has made all the arrangements to the extreme.

"Sir, the troops from the Jin base, the Jinsui Army, and the Tiger Brigade are heading north and are almost reaching Shengjing."

As soon as these words were spoken, his expression suddenly became serious.

"Three armies marching north together?"

Teng Weihaojiu took the telegram. It was a little blurry in the snow, but the seriousness of the expression was clear.

This made the already grim situation in Shengjing even worse.

Because the battle of Jincheng had brought about too many chain reactions, the number of teams attacking the north decreased, and the implementation of the switching tactics...

After a brief battle with the Huben Brigade, Teng Weihaojiu felt that it was a wrong decision for his family to let him come here.

"Retreat to Spring City."

Teng Weihao thought for a while and said in an unwilling tone.

"Yes!" Suzuki Ichiro on the side responded immediately.

The staff felt relieved, as this decision was the only optimal solution.

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"The Shengjing battlefield is ahead!"

Ma Shangwu's face was red. He had gone through so much hardship to get here. When he smelled the blood, his expression immediately became much more serious.

Wang Qiuting, who was standing next to him, obviously noticed something was wrong with Ma Shangwu, and even smelled the blood in the air.

"But this is just the outskirts of Shengjing City." Wang Qiuting's expression became serious, and she kept holding the medical bag on her waist.

Seeing that the troops in front had already deployed their attack formation, her face became serious.

However, what they remembered was not guns and cannons, but a familiar and pleasant sound. When this musical sound appeared, Wang Qiuting and Ma Shangwu not only did not show appreciation, but looked at each other with a solemn look in their eyes.

Hey~

Because the two of them were very familiar with this sound, just like the sound of wind chimes when going to war.

With Shengjing in sight, the soldiers who had deployed their battle formations stopped and a group of commanders paused on the hillside.

Wang Qiuting and Ma Shangwu walked up the hillside, also paused, their eyes flickering slightly.

Snow was falling heavily, the sun was fading, and corpses were scattered all over the outskirts of Shengjing, like trickles of blood solidified in the vast white snow.

The sound of wind chimes made Wang Qiuting and Ma Shangwu look solemn.

The sound of the homecoming bell drowned out the rest of the voice and drifted off into the distance.

Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains...

They were arranged in neat rows, and the three armies were speechless.

"Wang Qiuting, if I die that day, I hope you can help me bury this nameplate in Fengling Mountain." Ma Shangwu looked at the smoke in front of him and suddenly spoke.

"You too." Wang Qiuting said slowly, suppressing the uncontrollable worry in her heart.

There was a long silence.

"Chief Engineer, I don't see any trace of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army soldiers..."

"I saw it."

Emperor Zhao listened to the sound of wind chimes, which constantly stirred his emotions. He took off his hat and held it solemnly in his hand.

The predecessors paved the bloody road to Shengjing, but he wanted to see the person alive or the body dead.

He didn't believe that Luo Xuhui, whose head was harder than iron, would die here.

"The entire army should rest and hand over the artillery shells and some supplies to the Tiger Brigade." Emperor Zhao took the lead and walked towards Shengjing.

As a military commander, he had a keen judgment of the battlefield. The entire battle outside Shengjing City ended very quickly, and the most important battlefield was still in the city.

Apparently, they had known about the arrival of the troops for a long time, and were welcomed into the city by some soldiers.

The first stop for Emperor Zhao after entering the city was to step onto the city gate tower.

"I just heard from the soldiers of the Tiger Guards Brigade that from occupying 40% of the territory to launching the general offensive, they... they only took one night. The Tiger Guards Brigade's Fifth Regiment played a crucial role."

As the chief of staff of the 37th Division, Liu Xiangzhi was the first to inquire about the news.

In every position in the city, corpses were piled up, the white snow turned blood red, the air was filled with smoke, and some residual fires were still burning in the city.

"Is there any news about Luo Xuhui?" What Emperor Zhao is most concerned about at the moment is actually Luo Xuhui.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere froze instantly.

"The soldiers of the Tiger Guard Brigade seem to be very secretive about this..." Liu Xiangzhi hesitated for a moment, but finally said it out loud.

As soon as these words were spoken, Emperor Zhao's face darkened. Although he and Luo Xuhui had not communicated for several years, when they really faced each other, he found that he was not as indifferent as before.

"You have truly found your ideal." Emperor Zhao looked at the dilapidated Shengjing. Even though the warm sun shone through the clouds onto the scorched earth of Shengjing, it could not hide the sadness in his eyes.