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

Pudong.

The concession was brightly lit, and the neon lights were reflected on the river.

Even late at night, there are still people coming and going on the streets.

But beneath this prosperity, in the dark dungeon, his military uniform had long been taken off, his body was covered with new and old scars, and he was emaciated.

"Captain...can we still get out?" Inside the dark cage, a figure with disheveled hair and no visible flesh on the body lay on a pile of grass, staring at the stone wall, and asked in a low voice.

Ever since the Battle of Sihang Warehouse, after listening to the assurances of those damn foreign devils, I thought that by retreating to the concession, they would be able to find a way to leave.

But they didn't expect that these foreigners would not fulfill their promise to them and would imprison them all in this dark dungeon.

It was only because these foreign devils were forced to imprison them here, in their own homeland, under pressure from the Japanese devils.

"...Yes." Yang Ruifu leaned against the stone wall, remained silent for a long time, and said against his will.

His lips were chapped, his eyes were dull, and there was resentment at the corners of his mouth. They should not have put down their guns in the first place.

Thinking of the change in the attitude of the foreigners towards them and how they used to treat them with laughter, he felt angry but unable to vent it.

He thought that his life-threatening fight would win international support, but in the end he found that in this battle, they could only rely on themselves.

In this cannibalistic world, only those with strong strength can have a place in the international arena.

Those rules and treaties have always been used by the great powers to protect themselves.

They would still take it into consideration when they had guns, but the moment they dropped the guns, those foreigners looked at them with contempt and disdain.

"The foreigners told us that our country is about to be destroyed..." Xu Shan said with a dull look in his eyes.

Yang Ruifu remained silent.

"It was them who blew open the country's borders. They shouldn't have unloaded their guns in the first place. So many of our brothers died here. We might..." Xu Shan said gritting his teeth.

Yang Ruifu clenched his fists and his eyes were bloodshot. It was a shame in itself that the concession was built on their land.

It was like a group of jackals, tigers and leopards sharing their flesh.

Yang Ruifu suddenly laughed, his laugh was somewhat self-deprecating and a little dull.

"My ancestors were right. Those who are not of my race must have different hearts. I only regret that I unloaded my gun..."

Looking back, this outcome was doomed from the moment they laid down their guns and trusted the foreigners.

"Battalion Commander... I'm afraid I can't make it anymore. If you can get out, please go to Chuncheng for me. The winter there is so beautiful..." Xu Shan said weakly.

"Okay..." Yang Ruifu nodded with a heavy expression.

His hand groped in the dim light, and when he touched Xu Shan's skinny arm, his eyes became heavy.

During the Pudong Campaign, Yang Ruifu had seen too many soldiers die, and he had also seen soldiers' blood spilled among the ruins.

They thought that by bringing a hundred brothers to the concession, putting down their guns, and relying on the foreign devils, they could avoid the pursuit of the Japanese devils and find a way to return to the battlefield again. However, they did not expect that they were just bargaining chips on the negotiating table of the foreign devils.

"Stay alive. We haven't avenged the foreign devils yet. A Ming, San Sheng... when they left here, they told us that after defeating the Japanese devils, we must defeat the foreign devils..." Yang Ruifu said softly.

He spoke the names one by one, but at this time he did not receive any response.

Yang Ruifu held Xu Shan's hand tightly and leaned against the wall.

A feeling of powerlessness surged into his heart, and the laughter of the foreigners kept appearing in his mind.

At this moment, he understood that having weapons and not having weapons were two completely different states.

Under that suit and pretending to be a gentleman, he is just an evil spirit in disguise.

Yang Ruifu leaned against the stone wall, feeling a chill. He had suppressed many things in his heart, but he had no way to vent them because he was surrounded by high cold walls.

It bound their bodies and also bound their hearts.

Outside the concession.

On the streets just across a river, the Japanese patrol cars were roaming the streets of Pudong.

Ever since the Tiger Guards Brigade won a great victory in Beidingyuan and battle reports appeared in the three northeastern provinces, many people with lofty ideals throughout Pudong have been promoting those battle reports.

This caused the Japanese to begin heavily guarding the area.

By the window, looking at the Japanese patrol, Wen Ren pulled the curtains, a serious look on his face.

"You mean the Japs outside the Great Wall have begun a full-scale retreat?" Wen Ren's eyes showed disbelief, and he spoke excitedly in a low voice.

You should know that less than twenty days after the end of Beidingyuan, the Japanese troops led by the Huben Brigade retreated completely.

Wen Ren felt like he was dreaming, in a trance, as he stepped into the north under the eternal night and started the Northern Expedition step by step.

Although he was not by their side along the way, piece of news after piece of news told him about the hardships the Tiger Guards had experienced along the way.

"Yes, there's still some time until the summer solstice. The Tiger Brigade has already begun preparing for the southern expedition. They plan to return to the Black Cloud Village in Jin first..."

Zhu Rihe held the telegram in his hand and spoke excitedly.

He had been reading telegrams and newspapers all the time, with a gleam in his eyes.

"Wen Ren, I feel that with Brigade Lin's southern expedition this time, Pudong will be liberated soon!" Zhu Rihe said excitedly.

However, the appearance of these words made Wen Ren frown.

He looked towards the concession across the river and said in a serious tone, "I heard from the foreigners in the hospital that the people of John Country don't think the Tiger Guards will march south, because they refused the command of the Bear Countrymen in the three northeastern provinces..."

Wen Ren's eyes flashed slightly. He had heard too much news about the Tiger Brigade, from intelligence, from the Japanese devils, or from the concession.

If he wasn't afraid of being exposed, he would really like to confront him.

There was no disdain or mockery in the eyes of the foreigners. When some foreigners knew that they were the ones performing surgery on them, they would refuse because of their skin color.

Yellow monkey...he clenched his fists upon hearing this.

"I believe in the Huben Brigade. If 30% of the soldiers of the Huben Brigade can follow, Brigade Lin will naturally have a say..." Zhu Rihe stood up and said through gritted teeth.

He stared at Wen Ren, pointed at the concession on the other side of the river and said again:

"Just like what Brigade Lin said in the newspaper, we must have our own national spirit. We have the right to open fire if anyone enters without permission." Zhu Rihe's tone was full of determination.

Wen Ren, who was standing aside, looked at this man. Although he looked gentle and refined, this kind of confidence emanated from his bones.

Especially that look, that light can be seen clearly.

Wen Ren, who was standing aside, stared blankly at the north. In fact, he hoped more than anyone else that the Huben Brigade would pass through Pudong, because the Huben Brigade had long become a kind of belief in their hearts, but he had never seen it.