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

Sanzhang Ridge.

As the mobilization order was issued, the crowd surged, and some of the Northern Expedition troops, after a brief gathering, began to set sail again and move towards the designated location.

Whether in the south of Chuncheng City or near Sanzhangling, large-scale mobilizations always occur when night falls.

In one of the valleys, the Second Regiment, which had not yet been mobilized, was gathering in groups of three or four. Some were talking loudly, while others formed a long queue around some people.

"Master Han, thank you very much."

The soldier took the portrait, his face showing excitement, and carefully walked into the deepest part of the clothes before leaving quickly.

That excited look made the soldiers in line look a little envious.

The reason was that after some soldiers knew about the painter, they tried to ask for a chance to paint a picture, but after the first person appeared, there was a second person.

Gradually, this valley became a temporary gallery. Not only Han Qingmo, but also Wu Fu and a group of painting students were discovered. Gradually, the word spread and a long queue formed.

"Master Han, can you make my smile more obvious in the portrait?"

Li Youxin, who had finally queued up and sat down, weakly made a request.

Han Qingmo looked at the girl in front of him, subconsciously looked at the spear on his back, then looked at the medical kit on his waist, and the soldier next to him, looking at the respectful look in the girl's eyes.

"No problem..." Han Qingmo naturally couldn't refuse.

"Okay, you can draw it quickly, as long as it's roughly similar." Li Youxin smiled slightly, trying her best to make her face look bright.

Now, her memory of her brother's appearance has gradually become blurred, and she has even somewhat forgotten her father's face. Now she doesn't want her mother to have a blurred memory of her as well.

Of course, the return of the portrait alone is undoubtedly the worst-case scenario, but on the battlefield, anything can happen.

She tidied her short hair, combed the nameplate on her chest that Zhang Yunxiu had made for her, and sat upright on the wooden chair.

Han Qingmo's expression became extremely solemn. He had once sketched the majestic landscapes of vast mountains and rivers, depicted the agility of the beasts in the forest, stroke by stroke, with unrestrained ease. But facing the expectant eyes of each soldier, he dared not relax even a little. Perhaps this was just a wish for a person.

This is not about describing the grandeur of the vast mountains and rivers, nor is it about describing the agility of the animals in the world, but rather the deepest spiritual sustenance of human beings.

It was just the indifferent smile of the girl in front of him that made him write with great solemnity, because he knew that these soldiers in front of him were all about to go to the battlefield!

Return home alive, die in battle and become a person in the painting, remaining in the world.

Looking back at the long line, at this moment, Han Qingmo suddenly understood the meaning of the pen in his hand.

But the more he understood, the heavier his shoulders felt.

Finally, he collected his thoughts and sketched the girl's appearance stroke by stroke. When he finished writing, a portrait drawn with black ink on white paper appeared in front of him.

In just a moment, Han Qingmo handed the portrait to the other party. Seeing that the other party was as happy as if he had obtained a treasure like other soldiers, he should have been satisfied, but now he only felt heavy.

"Thank you." The girl looked at the portrait with obvious satisfaction, and put the spear behind her back.

"He will be alive..." Han Qingmo finally said the words he wanted to ask most.

After hearing this, Li Youxin's hands moved slightly, and she couldn't help but shook her head. She said naturally: "There is no such thing as certainty on the battlefield. My brother died on the battlefield. Thank you, I'm leaving!"

After Li Youxin thanked him again, she held the portrait to let the wind dry, walked quickly with some cheerful steps, and left in a skipping manner.

She looks like a girl who has received a gift, but she is out of place in this world full of smoke and gunpowder.

"You're worthy of being a painter. It's so like the real me. If I die, I'll make sure the squad leader hang this portrait on Fengling Mountain."

"By the time it's all effeminate, I'll send it back home so my wife doesn't say my eldest son doesn't even recognize me."

"I have no home anymore. I'll just wrap it up in oilcloth at the spot I chose on Wind Bell Mountain..."

“…”

A voice came, with a smile in the tone, and the free and easy voice made Han Qingmo feel as if he was listening to these people just talking about something very casual.

These words have been attacking Han Qingmo's heart.

The ink from the pen dripped onto the black soil and gradually dissolved into it, leaving no trace.

Figures passed by him one after another, and the solemn and murderous aura that filled the air was seen from a distance.

An ordinary person took on extraordinary tasks.

Han Qingmo held the brush in his hand, a brush he had used countless times. The tip of the brush was filled with black ink, but it outlined a touch of bright red in his mind.

Not only Han Qingmo, but also Wu Fu and the group of students from the Academy of Fine Arts, although their foreheads were already covered in sweat, the pens in their hands never stopped.

What they painted at this moment were not only black and white portraits, but also paintings of hope, leaving proof of the existence of these warriors to future generations.

But at this moment, a voice sounded.

"Combat troops, assemble quickly, assemble!"

"Last ten minutes! We must assemble!"

“Assemble quickly!!!”

The moment these words appeared, all the people who were originally queuing quickly scattered around.

The soldiers surrounding them, who had been smiling just now, suddenly became serious at this moment.

The crowd surged and headed towards their respective teams.

Even the soldiers sitting on the chairs quickly stood up.

“I’ll be done soon…”

"Please finish your painting. Please keep it for me, Master Han. I will come back to pick it up!!!"

"..."

The soldiers left quickly. Han Qingmo looked at their backs one after another and couldn't help but sigh.

Han Qingmo could only silently put the portrait away and remember a name in his heart.

Wu Cheng, first platoon of the fifth battalion of the first regiment.

Mr. Wu next to him gradually finished his work and walked to Han Qingmo's side, staring at the soldiers who were leaving.