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

Yangcun, independent regiment command room.

Snapped!

A dull voice came from the regiment command room.

Li Yunlong took his hands off the table, his whole body flushed, his face red, and he was displeased with everything he saw.

"Damn Captain Lin! He's so immoral!"

"Give me a new one!" Li Yunlong cursed, staring at Zhang Dabiao who returned empty-handed and stood silently aside.

What is the relationship between the people borrowed by the New 1st Regiment and his Independent Regiment? Li Yunlong never thought that he would encounter such a day.

These are all his words.

"You're back just like that?"

"They are so immoral..." Zhang Dabiao felt a little aggrieved. He didn't want to come back, but Li Weiguo was too unsportsmanlike. He said he would take him to visit Heiyun Village, but after he left Heiyun Village, he closed the village gate and took him running all over the mountains.

"Stop talking, it's so damn embarrassing." Li Yunlong directly stopped Zhang Dabiao from explaining.

This man clearly knew that Lin Tianchen was stationed in Heiyun Village, and he went there, but he still hadn't seen Lin Tianchen. The most important thing was that Zhang Dabiao came back in such a daze.

"They didn't even send us a gun this time. How rude!!!"

Li Yunlong cursed and when he saw Zhang Dabiao's expression, he knew that he had been tricked again.

He actually knew that it would be difficult to get Zhuzi back, but it was hard for Li Yunlong to accept that Zhang Dabiao returned empty-handed.

At least bring back two machine guns.

This time, Lin Tianchen and his men captured the Black Cloud Village and definitely made a fortune, but now they don’t even have a gun!

Lin Tianchen is getting more and more stingy... Li Yunlong cursed in his heart.

Zhang Dabiao stood aside with his head down, just standing there blankly. Rather than explaining anything and attracting more anger, it would be better to just stand there.

Zhao Gang, who was standing aside, asked curiously:

"Isn't it just one person? Is it necessary to scold Captain Zhang so much? Besides, the team in Black Cloud Village is also a team fighting the Japanese."

When Zhao Gang arrived at the independent regiment, he already had a certain understanding of the group. This was the mysterious "ruined army" team that had been circulating internally recently.

He had heard about the battle of Cang Yun, the ambush in Wanjia Town, and so on.

For such a team fighting against the Japanese, they can still jointly resist the Japanese even when the Japanese launch a large-scale attack and surround the base.

It was also known that Li Yunlong had borrowed someone and had not returned him. This was a well-known fact in the regiment. However, it was difficult to find a person with four legs, but it should not be that difficult to find a person with two legs.

Although he vaguely heard people in the regiment saying that this person was very accurate in firing cannons, but tracing back to the source, all the words came from Li Yunlong, and no one had ever seen how accurate his firing was.

When Li Yunlong heard this, he instantly became unhappy.

"What do you know? Back when we ambushed the Japanese invaders in Wanjia Town, Zhuzi's cannon played a huge role. A few shots directly threw the Japanese invaders into disarray, and then that damned Captain Lin wiped out an entire battalion of them!"

"The horses of one of my battalions were stolen by Captain Lin..."

Li Yunlong's eyes suddenly turned red, not because he was angry, but because of the entire battalion of horses.

"There was also the ambush against the Japanese Sakata Regiment. Without Zhu's artillery fire, it would have been a question whether we could have won that battle!"

Li Yunlong recalled the battle in which he ambushed the Sakata Regiment. When he was retreating, he saw some Japanese soldiers surrounding the bomb craters below, and some of them had mortars or machine guns that had been blown up.

He understood that the cannons on this pillar were aimed at the Japanese's firepower points or places where there were many people!

More than 400 people fought against more than 1,000 Japanese soldiers. The targeted clearing firepower and preemptive strike of the artillery increased the chances of winning the ambush in this battle by at least 40 to 50 percent.

Zhao Gang's face froze when he heard this. Most of the men in the current team were rough men who couldn't even read a single word, let alone an experienced artilleryman.

"If you know he is important, then why did you send Zhuzi away? Or did you realize how strong Zhuzi was after you got there?" What Zhao Gang couldn't believe was that even though he knew that this artilleryman was very capable, Li Yunlong still let Zhuzi go?

Suspicious eyes and puzzled voices.

Li Yunlong was speechless for a while, especially with the puzzled look in Zhao Gang's eyes. He wanted to say something several times but in the end said nothing.

"........."

A man and a few words silenced Li Yunlong. His eyes shifted slightly and fell on Zhang Dabiao.

"Captain..."

Zhang Dabiao swallowed and said weakly: "When I came back, you praised me!!"

"roll...."

Li Yunlong's voice resounded throughout the entire independent regiment headquarters, terrified the guards.

......

Pudong, Huangpu District.

National Salvation Newspaper.

It used to be the largest newspaper, but now it has become an underground newspaper.

With the fall of the international city, Pudong seemed to have not changed much, but the regime had already changed. Some newspapers that were unwilling to join chose to become underground newspapers and continued to collect news from all sides for everyone.

However, there is no way to sell it on the market now, because the Japanese have already strictly controlled it, and it needs a press certificate issued by the Japanese to be circulated on the market.

In fact, the whole Pudong knows what the so-called press pass is.

As night falls, the lights come on brightly.

Outside the window, there was constant noise, including hawking and car horns.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, a hint of deadness always unconsciously emerges.

Under the light, a figure in a thick coat appeared, stepped into the newspaper office, with the thick coat hanging on a corner, and placed the camera in his arms on the table.

The commotion outside attracted the attention of the people inside the National Salvation Newspaper. A head carefully poked its head out, and when it saw the figure in front of the table clearly, its eyes lit up instantly.

"Sister Xu Lan, you are finally back. You have lost a lot of weight." As the voice came from inside the house, a woman in a khaki sweater immediately took the coat that Xu Lan took off and tidied it up.

Han Chunxue and Xu Lan, both reporters at the same newspaper, haven't seen each other for more than half a year.

"It's okay, it's just a little bit stronger. Please help me develop these photos now, be careful." Xu Lan said anxiously, carefully took out the camera and handed it to Han Chunxue.

I came back from northwest Shanxi exhausted just for the photos in the camera and the people in the photos.

Therefore, she attaches great importance to these photos.

"Sister Xu Lan, is this the report you have been looking for?" Han Chunxue took a roll of tape and started working.

"Correct."

"Please help me send out the report tomorrow. Please keep an eye on it for me. I need to go home and set up an aid group in Pudong. I need their support to send some supplies to northwest Shanxi."

Xu Lan put down her backpack and sorted out some materials and the manuscript she was going to write on the way from her arms.

From the moment she planned to come back, she had already decided to use another method to help Lin Tianchen and the others.

Because she knew clearly that she could not help at all if she stayed in the team.

As a messenger, she couldn't outrun Xiao Shanzi, or even Fang Bailu.

She is not as familiar with logistics as Cheng Tingying.

In the war, she doesn't even know how to use a gun. Instead of causing trouble on the front line, she should use her expertise to help these soldiers.

She wanted more people to know that there was such a team in the north, fighting tenaciously against the Japanese invaders.

Providing logistical support to these soldiers in your own way may be a drop in the bucket, but as the regiment commander said, if you retreat further, the country will be destroyed.

The young regimental commander led his soldiers to fight on the front line, fighting for peace for future generations. She wanted to do her best to help this team that was actually fighting the Japanese.

"Sister Xu Lan, we can set up an aid association, but the aid can be given nearby. Why do we have to send it to such a far place?" Han Chunxue didn't understand. After a trip north, she didn't recognize Xu Lan in front of her.

In the past, even after coming back from outside, Xu Lan always did things in an organized manner, and was always careful with her budget in everything she did.

Xu Lan would never do anything that had no practical value.

But now, just after returning to the newspaper, Han Chunxue seemed a little unrecognizable. Not only had he lost weight, but the way he spoke and handled things were completely different from before. His tone became decisive and swift, as if if he was slow, it would have a huge impact.

Moreover, the relief organization that Xu Lan mentioned was actually going to be sent to the north, and it seemed very urgent.

When Xu Lan heard this, she paused slightly and looked up at Han Chunxue with a very serious expression.

"Because the battle is still going on there, and there are brave men there who shed their blood for the land beneath their feet."

"I don't want to see them fighting alone, and I don't want their battle to go unnoticed..."

Xu Lan's eyes were full of determination as she sat at the table, the manuscript in her hands, writing quickly.

Han Chunxue, who was watching from the side, didn't know what to say, because the light in Xu Lan's eyes was something she had never seen before.

At the table, it was dark outside, but the figure under the light gradually lengthened.

The sound of dripping water gradually came from outside the window. In Pudong under the night sky, the first rain since the beginning of winter began.

Time passed slowly, and Xu Lan was still sitting there revising the manuscript and checking every paragraph.

In a dim room, the air was filled with the strong smell of mixed paint. Han Chunxue carefully took a pair of tweezers and picked up a photo from a pool. Under the light and shadow, a human figure was looming.

Han Chunxue leaned forward to take a look. Although the photo was a little blurry, a tall and well-proportioned young man appeared in the photo, and his handsome profile was revealed in the light and shadow, which made her instinctively take a few more glances.

But when she picked up the second photo and prepared to hang it up, the hand holding the photo with tweezers stopped in mid-air.

"Is this... the National Army? Why are there soldiers wearing other military uniforms?" In the photo, Han Chunxue could see soldiers with smiles on their faces, cleaning the battlefield.

There were Nationalist uniforms she recognized, and some she thought she'd seen before. After a moment's reflection, she remembered they were Sichuan Army uniforms, which she'd also seen in Pudong...

There were corpses of Japanese soldiers lying on the ground. Just looking at this photo, there were more than twenty Japanese soldiers lying on the ground.

Han Chunxue immediately took out a few more photos from the pool and found that there were almost no duplicates in the photos. There were also dead Japanese soldiers on the ground, which meant that the number of dead Japanese soldiers was definitely more than twenty or so.

It wasn't until Han Chunxue developed a photo that showed a soldier carrying a flag that was fluttering in the wind. There were some words on the flag, but the words were too blurry for Han Chunxue to see clearly.

But the huge word "death" appeared clearly in the upper right corner of the photo!

Using death as a banner?

Han Chunxue looked at the photo for a long time. There were so many photos, and she looked at them many times...her expression became more and more shocked.

Because from every different angle, the number of dead Japanese soldiers was definitely more than 500, but after carefully looking at some photos of the attack, she estimated that the number was only about 300 to 400.

Three or four hundred...annihilated five hundred people?