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

The sky is getting brighter.

Circles of light began to appear in the eastern sky, and the smoke made the South Gate of Heaven pitch black.

But the inner darkness of some people is gradually breaking through.

The sound of artillery fire had become sparse, but gunshots could be heard from time to time at the South Gate of Heaven.

"Meng Fan..." Lin Yi looked at Meng Fan who followed him with a look of surprise.

"I just want to kill the devils..."

Meng Fan said impatiently, and quickly caught up with the young warrior, charging forward with unstoppable force, approaching the top of the mountain.

They also received temporary orders to seal the entrance of the cave.

The 3rd Division of the Tiger Guards, under the cover of artillery fire, rushed to the top of the mountain step by step.

Everyone knew that the battle was gradually coming to an end. Meng Fan watched in disbelief. Stimulated by the young soldier's words, he jumped out of the trench and followed the charge.

But I didn't expect to win so quickly and so suddenly.

At this moment, not only Meng Fan, but all the soldiers of the cannon fodder regiment looked towards the top of the mountain of Nantianmen.

Lin Yi, Mi Long and the others were silent. The victory they had longed for and felt was out of reach was now before their eyes. This time they did not retreat, but instead picked up the guns in their hands.

"I suddenly realized that my last victory was a long time ago..."

"Yeah, it seems like we've been defeated all the way from the mainland to Yunnan. This is the first big victory I've had since I joined the army..."

"This Nantianmen is finally back..."

The members of the cannon fodder regiment, feeling the breeze and holding on to their rifles tightly, gradually realized that the Japs were not invincible.

"Have you figured it out?" Long Wen stood beside Meng Fan and handed him the dry food he had seized from the Japanese soldiers.

"A little..." Meng Fan was silent for a moment before speaking slowly.

"That's right, no one will always lose." Long Wen finished the dry food in his hand, clapped his hands, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile on his face.

"War always involves sacrifice! I had a dream. I dreamed that flowers were blooming everywhere in my country, from the north to the south. They bloomed in Jin, then spread to the three northeastern provinces, to Su, and then to Pudong. Finally, the flowers spread to Guangdi, and even the mountain city was covered with bright red flowers."

"In Zenda, at the South Gate of Heaven, flowers will bloom, filling the mountains and fields."

Long Wen looked towards the top of the mountain with a look of longing, where a troop was clearing out quickly and a flag was slowly rising.

The seeds have been planted, and the next step is to wait for the rain to fall and the flowers to bloom next year.

"The mountains and fields are covered with flowers..."

Meng Fan murmured these words. He vaguely saw the young Tiger Guard soldier, who also hoped that flowers would bloom everywhere.

He also vaguely saw the one-armed chief engineer, who was directing the soldiers to repair some bunkers and rearrange some buildings on the battlefield.

Meng Fan saw the cannon fodder around him, each of them with a smile similar to that of the Tiger Guard soldiers.

He began to understand what the flowers that Long Wen was talking about were. This was the first time he understood Long Wen's words so thoroughly. He collected his thoughts, and finally took a step forward, walking forward and consciously joining the ranks of cleaning up the battlefield.

The remaining Japanese soldiers are evacuating at a rapid speed.

Fang Zhiqiu looked at the South Gate of Heaven. The South Gate of Heaven, which he had seen countless times on the other side of the river, was now so close.

"came back..."

Once upon a time, on this land beneath his feet, he had witnessed countless soldiers fall here, their bodies either dumped into the river or dried and rotted in this environment.

Countless warriors rest here forever.

A ray of sunlight shone on Fang Zhiqiu, causing him to squint slightly. Under the light and shadow, after the heavy rain, countless flying insects took off from the renovated land of Nantianmen.

The morning light shines brightly, and flying insects dance on the smoke-filled battlefield.

"I'm here to take you home..."

Fang Zhiqiu spoke in a heavy tone, his eyes fixed on the scene before him, muttering softly.

The sun rises from the mountains, shining on the land of Nantianmen, and a breeze blows.

In a trance, Fang Zhiqiu seemed to see those figures, those who were once high-spirited and full of passion, sleeping here forever. Now he was just fulfilling his promise and bringing the lonely souls who were sleeping forever back home.

A gust of wind chimes sounded.

When Fang Zhiqiu looked at the battlefield, the soldiers of the Huben Army squatted down and solemnly picked up the nameplates one by one.

The wind chimes in your hands will ring and shake gently.

When the sound rises, the wind chimes pierce my heart.

Looking at this scene, Fang Zhiqiu's heart seemed to be touched by something. Tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, and the smile on his face stopped.

"Thousands of miles apart, the ringing of the bell brings the soul back. Brothers, this is the Tiger Guards, our strongest force has arrived..."

Fang Zhiqiu's eyes were blurred. His words received no response, but tears welled up in his eyes.

As expeditionary forces, sometimes what they fear most is not death, but the fear of dying in a foreign land, dying in the unknown wilderness.

No one knew that they fought for their country and lay on this cold land for the people. In the end, even their names were unknown.

Fang Zhiqiu had seen the corpses on Savage Mountain and the figures falling down on the South Gate of Heaven facing the national gate.

Lying in the primeval forest, he stared at the sky and died alone; the soldier on the South Gate of Heaven looked towards home, separated by a river, but it seemed like an insurmountable barrier.

"We won! We're going home!"

A figure looked at the battlefield where the smoke was gradually fading away, raising his arms and shouting.

As this voice sounded.

It echoes in the South Gate of Heaven and ripples on the river.

"Go home!"

"go home!"

"..."

The roar spread throughout the entire Nantianmen.

Fang Zhiqiu’s gaze.

The cannon fodder group cheered and gradually integrated into the group.

Long Wen performed a shaman dance to summon spirits.

Fang Zhiqiu vaguely saw a figure standing on the cliff by the river on the other side of the river, in the direction he was looking.

Just standing there quietly, looking at the South Gate of Heaven.

Looking at the battle across Tianmen for thousands of miles, the sound of the broken land makes the soul return to a place.

That man was standing on the national gate, his figure straight, young, vigorous, guarding this national gate.