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

Dark as ink.

Everything seemed unusually quiet; even the sound of the wind disappeared at this moment.

In Han Qingmo's eyes, everything seemed to be still.

Neither he nor the soldiers lying in the trenches in militia uniforms were moving.

Everyone had ammunition of varying sizes or bamboo baskets filled with grenades in their hands or at their feet.

"Everyone, check the ammunition you carry. If you drop any along the way, don't stop. Follow the team and don't fall behind."

"Remember the positions of each group and leave once they are delivered."

A soldier from the Tiger Brigade moved back and forth in the trenches, his deep voice reaching everyone's ears.

Hearing the serious voice, Han Qingmo subconsciously checked the ammunition and adjusted the box of ammunition at his feet.

"Old Han, during the day, I saw that the tanks that were originally in the back mountain and the soldiers of the Tiger Brigade had all left the vicinity of Chuncheng. This battle will be difficult. There are thousands of people on our side just carrying ammunition..." Wu Fu, who was lying next to Han Qingmo, asked in a low voice.

Mr. Wu clearly saw that Han Qingmo's forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

"Just follow orders and don't think too much." Han Qingmo lowered his voice, his mind full of thoughts.

The upcoming battle in Chuncheng, just the logistics deployment made him realize how fierce the battle in Chuncheng would be.

He had originally made up his mind to go north this time, but when he actually faced the front line of the battlefield, it was a completely different feeling.

"I haven't thought too much about it. I'm ready to go to the front line." Mr. Wu shook his head, his tone full of determination.

Faces flashed through his mind, and the warriors' faces depicted, stroke by stroke, allowed him to see their actions and feel their hearts.

"I'm ready too..." Han Qingmo murmured softly, but suddenly, he seemed to see a dazzling fire in the distance.

Along with the appearance of flames, explosions followed.

It was like thunder, ringing out in Chuncheng. Han Qingmo's body trembled, and his brows revealed tension.

"The war has started..." Han Qingmo murmured, protecting the ammunition box.

The logistics department was not in the front line, and what they feared was the Japanese counterattack that would cause the ammunition to explode. However, as the explosions were heard, bursts of fighting sounds arose, and in the flames of the battle, there was a mixture of blood.

The fire from the heavy machine guns pierced through the darkness, colliding on this ancient street. The bullets pierced through the Japanese soldiers on the position, and flesh and blood flew everywhere, raising a blood-red color.

But suddenly, about a quarter of an hour later, violent explosions were heard in the west, north and east directions of the city.

The night was quiet just a second ago, but suddenly the whole Spring City was in a frenzy.

At this moment, in Han Qingmo's eyes, the entire black sky was like a huge drawing paper. In this Spring City, countless human figures gathered together the pattern of heaven and earth.

The ink painting of rivers and mountains at this moment not only adds color, but also adds a touch of sound and color.

The painting itself is a dead object, but its artistic conception goes straight to the soul. When his five senses saw the attack on Spring City in front of him, Han Qingmo suddenly realized that a true master is far more than just a few strokes of the pen on a piece of white paper.

But the picture of the country and the people drawn by the blood of the soldiers in front of us, if it could be painted, that would be the real masterpiece.

"Logistics Team 1 heads to the south of the city, Logistics Team 3 heads to the west..."

"Remember to follow the soldiers of the logistics regiment and return immediately after delivering the ammunition! Don't stay! Don't cause trouble for the front-line troops!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

At this moment, a voice was heard in the position, and a soldier wearing the uniform of the Tiger Guard Brigade roared loudly.

As the sound was heard, figures began to climb out of the trenches.

Just like spring bamboo shoots breaking through the ground, everything they carried on their shoulders and in their hands was ammunition.

Everyone's pace was extremely fast, without any excessive communication, they followed closely behind the Tiger Brigade soldiers leading the way.

The sound of explosions continued to come from the city, and the sound of gunfire raged, filling everyone's ears.

Han Qingmo crouched down and approached, only to find that there were thousands of people lurking in some trenches, transporting weapons and ammunition just like them.

"They were ordinary people..."

Han Qingmo walked quickly, carrying a box of ammunition on his shoulders and running quickly with the team.

But the more he ran, the more people appeared in his sight. Among them, he also saw a female guerrilla with short hair.

A thin figure, carrying an ammunition box on his shoulder.

"He Shengfu, keep up the pace, try to stay close to the trenches and don't show your head."

"Follow up, carry the grenades and put them low so they won't get hit by bullets." He Qiao walked quickly, directing the guerrillas of Hejia Village to replenish ammunition for the front-line troops.

Although the battle has just begun, the ammunition reserves must be prepared in advance. These ammunition will not be sent directly to the front line, but will stay briefly behind the front line.

The soldiers were delivering the goods quickly, but some of them still had some strength left and were communicating from time to time.

"This girl considers Youlu and Captain Zhao of the Second Regiment of the Tiger Brigade as her idols."

"Youlu? I've heard of her. She's a female sharpshooter from the Second Regiment of the Tiger Brigade. I heard she's killed countless Japanese soldiers..."

"Yes, that's her... I heard she's a dead shot. Maybe we'll see her again soon."

"That's probably unlikely. I heard the logistics regiment also has a main combat unit. When the commander comes back, I want to join them."

"Don't hold us back. The soldiers in the logistics regiment have all said that they are the ace troops, mainly fighting behind enemy lines. You can imagine how strong their combat effectiveness is. I heard from the old soldiers that our regiment commander has a nickname, the Little Brigade Commander."

As some sounds were heard, the speed of the entire team increased instead of slowing down.

Han Qingmo wiped the sweat from his forehead and took more and more determined steps.

Several generations of my family have made a living by painting. If "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" shows the appearance of the city and the living conditions of people from all walks of life in the form of a long scroll, it vividly records the prosperity of the people.

At this moment, he was extremely eager to complete a painting. When the nation was in danger and the mountains and rivers were broken, a tiger soldier emerged from the mountains.

It illuminates the remaining people of thousands of families and paints a picture of recovering their homeland with blood.

“That is the most beautiful picture in the world…”

Han Qingmo was very anxious. Chinese paintings mostly depict vast mountains and rivers, and what they depict are all about man conquering nature, which happens in the homes of ordinary people.

“What people desire is their faith.”

Han Qingmo raised the ammunition on his shoulder. This time, he would fight the national crisis together with the Tiger Guards.

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Beidingyuan, west.

"Don't cover the tank with branches like that. They'll get caught in the tracks once the tank starts moving!"

"Also, cover the mirrors on the tanks with branches to prevent reflections."

Sun Desheng's tone was low and serious. More than 20 tanks were hidden directly on the plain. Once they were revealed, it would mean a battle of bayonets.

One of them must die. The vast plain is the first battle of their tank regiment, but they will face a large tank cluster that has never appeared in East Asia.

It would be a lie to say that there is no pressure inside.

After all, this concerns the overall strategic layout of the Tiger Brigade.

Sun Desheng's palms were already sweating. After all, hearing the faint roar coming from the distance, it was obvious that the war had already begun in Chuncheng.

Only now, he didn't even see the enemy.

Looking at the group of soldiers hiding beside the tanks, Sun Desheng was very familiar with these soldiers, as they were all trained by him.

"Have all the tanks arrived?" Sun Desheng asked in a serious tone, without much of a smile on his face.

"They're all here."

Li Ergou's voice came from not far away, and more than 20 people appeared around Sun Desheng with their bodies crouched and steps quickly.

"I won't say much else. This time we're just trying to buy time. Everyone, do your best to delay the Japanese tanks' advance... As for the method, I don't care. I just want to complete the assigned task and buy time!"

"clear!!"

The tank commanders nodded seriously. It was impossible to use any specific method to use more than 20 tanks to delay the movement of ten times more tanks before the war started.

Only after the war started, they had to adapt to the situation. As for staying alive, it was no longer something they considered in such a battlefield.

Sun Desheng glanced at them one by one, was silent for a long time, and then slowly uttered a word.

"Give the suicide note to Li Ergou, he will arrange for someone to take it to the rear..."