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

In winter, many places are too hot for locals to visit unless they are familiar with them.

There are many dead trees, and under the dead trees, many figures are looking at Shengjing.

"Mom, when can we go home?"

In a cave at the foot of the rock, a child with red cheeks from the cold leaned in the arms of a woman.

When faced with children's questions, I didn't know how to respond for a moment.

He covered the child with the coarse cloth and gently stroked the child's forehead with his torn hands.

“Almost…almost.”

Repeat the words to comfort the child.

Some light and heavy soldiers even walked out of the cave under the rock wall and looked at Shengjing.

"Old Song, now that the gunfire has stopped, should we send someone to see who wins?" A thin man asked in a low voice.

In order to avoid the war in Shengjing, many people in the city began to flee. After all, only a few people stayed in Shengjing. They had experienced war and knew too well the uncertainty brought by war, so when the war broke out, they left Shengjing and took refuge in the surrounding areas.

"We'd better not go back so soon, otherwise we'll be captured and forced to do hard labor again. If we don't win, we'll have to do hard labor again."

"Didn't Lao Zhang see a lot of people entering through the west gate a few days ago?"

"Alas, I just want to live a peaceful life for a few days."

"..."

Many people are discussing that the lower their expectations are, the less they will feel lost.

Song Qingxi shook his pipe, and his wrinkled face was full of solemnity.

"Mr. Lin, what do you think?"

Song Qingxi exhaled a puff of smoke and asked Lin Huchun, who had been following them since they withdrew from Shengjing.

Everyone was full of gratitude towards Lin Huchun. Thousands of people did not starve to death or freeze to death during this refuge, all because of Lin Huchun's relief.

It can be said that among these people, Lin Huchun has a very high prestige.

Lin Huchun's deep eyes kept looking towards Shengjing. He felt that his body was getting old, and the long journey forced him to hand over some things to Lin Qingmei.

To be honest, it would be a lie to say that I'm not worried about my grandchildren. There was intensive artillery fire all night, and it was obvious that the battle was very fierce.

"That's our roots, I want to go back." Lin Huchun calmed himself down and said in a low voice.

"What's the point of going back? Our home has been occupied by the Japanese and the traitors a long time ago. What's the point of going back?" Song Qingxi murmured, his eyes always looking into the distance, with a vague look in his eyes.

Many of them had experienced the battle when the Japanese invaded the pass, and over the past decade or so, their edges had been smoothed out.

Just as he finished speaking, three figures appeared in the snow in the distance, moving forward quickly in the knee-deep snow.

Seeing his granddaughter appear, Lin Huchun did not respond to Song Qingxi's words, but looked at Lin Qingmei with excitement.

He walked quickly towards them. It was difficult to walk in the snow, but Lin Qingmei had obviously walked on many snowy roads, so her speed was not slow.

"Grandpa! We won! We won!!! Lu Lin let everyone go home." Lin Qingmei couldn't suppress her inner excitement.

After a night of bloody fighting, Shengjing once again returned to their hands.

When the voice was heard, many people around were stunned, with some eyes showing disbelief.

"Did the Tiger Brigade win?"

"We won!"

The simple communication and clear response were like a fire in the cold winter. Lin Huchun was excited and his old hands trembled involuntarily.

The person who was just saying that victory was impossible experienced the briefest moment of shock, his face suddenly turned red, and he felt like he was in a dream.

"I'm back, everything is back." Lin Huchun murmured, feeling as if his heartbeat was ten years younger.

Jincheng controls the strategic throat between the north and the south, but Shengjing is the home of many of them. Putting aside the military, economy, resources, etc., this is a symbol.

It is the spiritual sustenance of many people.

Next to him, Song Qingxi was stunned for a moment, and knocked on the cracked old pipe. The confusion after the daze, and the complexity after the confusion, finally slowly turned into determination.

"Mr. Lin, let's go home!!" Song Qingxi paused briefly, then suddenly shouted excitedly.

Fallen leaves return to their roots, so don’t they want to go home too?

For them, nothing is more appealing than the word "home".

"Go home, back to our real home..."

In Shengjing, as the sound of gunfire stopped, many people cautiously poked their heads out and watched some surrounding soldiers clearing obstacles on the road.

There was still smoke everywhere.

On the street, Lin Shouzhong stood in front of a courtyard. The main house had been burned down by the fire, and only the wing rooms remained.

Gazing at the courtyard, his eyes were filled with reminiscence.

The place where he grew up appeared in front of him again. Without stopping for too long, he walked towards Lan Pingli.

"Deputy Captain, this is the situation of several households nearby." Lin Shouzhong handed over a list.

"Don't you want to go in and take a look?" Lan Pingli understood and his eyes fell on the courtyard that Lin Shouzhong had been staring at before.

After investigating the surrounding residents, he learned that the family's original surname was Lin. Looking at Lin Shouzhong's eyes, how could he not understand that this might be Lin Shouzhong's former home.

"Just look at it."

Lin Shouzhong walked with a limp. He had a nameplate on his chest, so he would never forget his identity. He was a soldier of the Tiger Brigade. Even when the mountains and rivers were broken, he protected the whole country and built his own family.

The country is peaceful and the people are prosperous, building a small family and establishing a big community.

"When I'm done with this, I'll let you go home." Lan Pingli patted Lin Shouzhong's shoulder.

The war was raging, and most of the country was displaced. Shengjing was just a stop on the way home.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Lan Ping knew it clearly in his heart. Who doesn't want to go home?

Perhaps in Lin Shouzhong's heart, what difference does family and country make on a piece of wasteland?

But flowers may bloom again, but people will never be young again.

The hardships along the way made them stronger.