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

Eventually the haze faded away and the warm sun finally appeared.

Although it was cold, under the sun, everything looked colorful instead of black and white.

A group of people walked in an orderly manner along the rugged mountain road.

"hidden!"

At this moment, Lin Tianchen noticed the fast-flying red dot on the visual map.

Unlike trucks, three-wheeled motorcycles or some mobile Japanese soldiers, the movement path of this aircraft is generally a relatively straight line on the visual map, and the speed is extremely fast.

Judging from the trajectory, although it would not pass over the team, for safety reasons, Lin Tianchen still asked everyone to hide.

But after a while, huge explosions were heard from behind.

Even at such a long distance, we could still hear such a loud explosion, which shows how powerful the bomb was.

Lin Tianchen truly felt the power of the aerial bombs and was also glad that the battle ended quickly enough, otherwise he would have to wait for the support of the Japanese planes.

The Japanese soldiers who did not collapse before the general attack were probably able to hold their ground.

After all, there is a sharp sword hanging over his head. It would be no problem for Lin Tianchen to destroy this group of Japanese devils, but the prerequisite is that he can accept that the number of casualties will fluctuate.

Xu Lan, who was following the team, was very familiar with this voice.

"bomber..."

She had heard this kind of explosion twice, once in Pudong and once on the way to northwest Shanxi. The former caused the fall of Pudong and the defeat of a large military group.

Now, the Japanese have actually sent out bombers, and more than one.

Xu Lan's eyes were filled with admiration, from the precise deployment of more than 400 people in three battalions before the war to the precise command on the battlefield.

With a fire support platoon, he dared to move freely in the smoke-filled battlefield, and every artillery bombardment was so accurate.

Then they retreated, leaving behind dummies in military uniforms to consume the bombs on the fighter planes.

This battle was far beyond her expectations. No matter how much she heard from others or inquired about the news, it was not as shocking as seeing it with her own eyes.

Truly using the few to defeat the many and crushing the enemy.

The smell of gunpowder on the battlefield, the deafening sound of bombing... all made Xu Lan feel more clearly that there was hope of victory in this land.

She wants more people to know about this place and this team.

Xu Lan has not forgotten her original intention of coming here. This is the purpose of her coming here as a reporter. At the same time, she has already thought about returning to Pudong because she wants more people to know the situation here.

At the same time, she also wanted to raise funds specifically for this team, because she always felt inexplicably sad when she saw the three pairs of straw sandals that Wang Jiantang often wore.

According to her understanding, they had been wearing such straw sandals when fighting before, but after they captured the spoils, they changed into the Japanese army boots. However, wearing straw sandals has become a habit for them.

Xu Lan felt a sense of urgency in her heart, because the group of people in front of her deserved more equipment and better supplies.

So, this made her make a decision in her heart.

The sky gradually darkened and the frost continued for several nights.

When night fell, this time the frost did not fall again, as if in celebration.

Lin Tianchen led the team back to the base. He looked back at some soldiers carrying bloody corpses on their backs or stretchers. Every time he saw them, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Because of the war, the best years of young lives were ended prematurely.

Lin Tianchen is not pretentious, and he knows that war will inevitably be accompanied by sacrifices. When commanding, he can be as hard-hearted as iron because he is responsible for the overall situation.

But after it was over, I really had to face the death of my brothers in the trenches one by one.

After all, his heart is still flesh and blood, and sadness always floats in his heart unconsciously.

Moreover, Lin Tianchen did not want to control this emotion, because he was still a human being with feelings after all. He also knew very well that this sadness would turn into responsibility, making him feel awe for his colleagues on the battlefield.

After each battle, the first thing Lin Tianchen looked at was not the spoils of war, but the casualties. Many of them were younger than him, and some were not even complete.

"Captain..."

Wang Jiantang also noticed Lin Tianchen's silence, so he came to his side and called out in a low voice.

"Li Weiguo, go arrange the sentry posts and bury these soldiers."

"See if there are any stonemasons in the team and erect a monument for them. After that, everyone will gather together." Lin Tianchen whispered.

"Yes."

Wang Jiantang nodded in response, and immediately brought some people to start dealing with the current matters.

In the evening, the bright moon was already high in the sky.

There was a light breeze and no snow, and the temperature was a little warmer than the previous few days.

Outside the base, although the battle was won, the assembled troops had a serious expression and some veterans were silent. Thirty-seven people died in this battle and nearly half of them were injured.

Especially in the Second Battalion, the casualties reached nearly twenty people. For this reason, Li Weiguo, who originally had a bad temper, remained silent on the way back.

However, no one talked about the Second Battalion because the place where they ambush was attacked by the Japanese on a small scale no less than ten times in about forty minutes.

"Captain! Assemble everyone!"

Wang Jiantang saluted deeply and turned to stand beside Li Weiguo and Ding Jiaguo.

Lin Tianchen stood at the front of the team. Behind him was the cemetery of the fallen soldiers, with a stone tablet standing tall.

"I wanted to write an epitaph for them, but after thinking about it, I just couldn't find the right words."

"Because even if I knew more words, I still couldn't describe their deeds, but I don't want them to be forgotten by the world."

"Because they love this land. Behind them are their families. This is the place where they were born and raised. They carry the cold iron for the people behind them."

“They are given names by their parents at birth.”

"Perhaps our descendants, when they look at this stele, will see the cold stone engraved with some names and the place they came from. Perhaps one day, when our descendants look at this stele, they will say to others: This person is from the same place as me, this person has the same surname as me, this person has a nice name..."

"This is what I want to do, so that they will not be forgotten and that future generations will know about those who fought for peace..."

"This is the path we came from... This is the end of their lives. Those who survived continued to fight and completed their unfinished business. They need to be remembered, not just a cold number in the history of casualties."

Lin Tianchen's voice was very soft, but it spread in the silent environment, and the soldiers present took it to heart.

They didn't understand any profound principles, but the unique sentiment about names that was engraved in the hearts of the Chinese people made many illiterate soldiers know that this was a sign of respect for them.

After Lin Tianchen finished speaking, he did not continue speaking. However, here, there were a total of forty-seven people, and everyone's name appeared in everyone's ears.

“Not forgotten…”

Xu Lan was also standing in the team and was deeply touched.

As a reporter, she had heard many fancy words and many names for soldiers after their sacrifice, but she had not expected that all Lin Tianchen wanted to do was to ensure that these people would not be forgotten.

In today's China, there are so many soldiers who sacrificed their lives, but how many of them are truly remembered by the world?

Some are even orphans, and no one even knows where they come from, and there is no record of them.

Perhaps the only thing that can remember them is a child, an old mother, or a wife gazing up at the starry sky, in a village somewhere in China, or in a thatched cottage, or on a certain night...

Xu Lan looked at the figure standing in front of the tombstone with a serious expression, listening to Wang Jiantang reading out the names one by one and writing them down one by one in a notebook. At this moment, she gradually understood that sometimes war is not terrible.

The scary thing is that those soldiers who died didn't know what they were fighting for. In the future, no one will know that they once lived in this world and shed their blood for this land...

What they are actually doing is to achieve the peaceful future that the soldiers hope for.