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

Pudong.

Light breeze, no rain, cloudy.

Although the rain has stopped, the continuous rain for several days has left the entire street covered with puddles of varying sizes. The cold wind has caused some pedestrians on the road to huddle.

Although it was early morning, it was as dark as evening.

A figure, like most people, was walking on the road with many small puddles of water. He had a smart figure and was wearing a coat, but his steps were a little sluggish.

The dim sky made the already gloomy mood even gloomier.

Xiao Xuewen didn't know how many operations he had performed in just half a month. As a surgeon, he was not only exhausted physically, but more importantly mentally.

The Japanese attacked Qi and Lu so frantically that several divisions of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army were repelled.

The entire three northeastern provinces have been in the hands of the Japanese for almost ten years, and Japanese language education is being carried out there. He knows very well that if this continues, the country will be destroyed and the race will be exterminated.

Xiao Xuewen was angry when he first heard it, but after hearing it so many times, he gradually became numb, because the news coming from everywhere was all about defeat and retreat of various tribes, which made his originally passionate heart gradually calm down.

Today, Pudong has followed in the footsteps of Northeast China. He now demands to learn ghost language every day and even undergo some surgeries that he is unwilling to do.

His body was like a group of ants gnawing at him, which had penetrated deep into his bones and he couldn't slap them away.

The cold wind was blowing, but Xiao Xuewen was still walking on the road full of puddles.

Suddenly, a suppressed voice was heard from the alley.

"Doctor Xiao, would you like a copy of the National Salvation Newspaper? In northwest Shanxi, a team won a battle and annihilated a small Japanese regiment."

Xiao Xuewen paused, then immediately took out some money from his pocket and handed it over: "Give me one."

Xiao Xuewen took the newspaper and held it in his hand. After thinking for a while, he walked into the alley. The National Salvation Newspaper did not have a press certificate. If a newspaper without a press certificate was caught by the inspection, the consequences would be very serious.

However, under normal circumstances, he would buy some to keep an eye on the national situation.

However, the news coming from all over the place made him feel more and more heavy-hearted. Suddenly, he heard that a Japanese regiment had been wiped out. Xiao Xuewen walked into a dark corner and slowly opened the newspaper he had bought.

A cold wind blew, and the newspaper fluttered slightly in his hands.

Xiao Xuewen's eyes were fixed on the big words in the newspaper.

The newspapers were not just filled with text. What moved him most were the blurry black and white photos that he had seen before. The people lying in the photos were all dead bodies of his compatriots.

This time, what Xiao Xuewen saw was completely different!

On the slightly blurry printed photos, the bodies of the Japanese soldiers lay there, dead as could be.

Xiao Xuewen's eyes instantly became much clearer. He looked at the words on the newspaper word by word, reading along with the photos.

"On this land, there is still a group of people who shed their blood..."

"They used death as their banner, and dared to launch an ambush with only 400 men against the 1,000-man Sakata Regiment..."

"And completed the annihilation campaign..."

"They are still fighting. All they have are captured weapons from the enemy. They have no logistics, so they treat every battle like their last. They have no doctors, and the wounded soldiers cannot get the best treatment..."

"But they had a will of steel and won victory after victory."

Xiao Xuewen read it once and was stunned for a moment. Then he read it carefully word by word. His heart felt like boiling water. Starting with bubbles, his heart gradually began to boil.

Especially the photo with the word "death" as the flag, and the black and white impression photo, neither can hide the fierce eyes of those soldiers.

He had been studying since he was young, and he knew a few of the many battlefield stories from ancient times to the present. He had only heard of the unclear meaning of death and the use of the word death as a flag today.

The article was very long, and Xiao Xuewen's hands trembled slightly, not because of the cold wind, but because he felt his gradually numb heart begin to beat.

In fact, there are more than just Xiao Xuewen whose heart is beating in the same way.

Although it was a covert report, it attracted considerable attention, and the report quickly spread throughout Pudong...

In just a few days, it spread all over the country.

At this moment, people were no longer concerned about the losses suffered by the Japanese in that place, but about this victory, those photos, and this battle, which left an indelible flag of death in their hearts, just like the appearance of stars in the darkest night.

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mountain city.

In front of a mansion.

Outdoors, greenery reigns supreme, creating a stately and beautiful atmosphere. Indoors, the green wood flooring and patterned wooden tables exude a scholarly atmosphere.

"Damn it! Four hundred against one thousand, boost morale!!!"

A majestic figure slammed a telegram in his hand heavily on the table.

It was hard to hide the excitement on his face at this moment.

This land has been silent for too long. All he heard were reports of failures from all over the place, one defeat after another.

The sudden news and the telegram sent back from Pudong underground suddenly cheered him up.

"Has this news spread widely?"

"It's almost spread everywhere." A staff member nearby responded.

"it is good!"

The person listening to the report was very excited. He had not seen such a report for a long time.

Moreover, they were not a team wearing gray-blue uniforms, which made the smile on his face even more pronounced.

“Go, make it known to the whole world!”

After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment and continued:

"The ambition of the soldiers is the happiness of the country. They take death as their banner, risk their lives, shed their blood, destroy the enemy, and establish the prestige of our country..."

The more he spoke, the more excited the tone of the dignified middle-aged man in the office became.

But he also knew that this team was just an anti-Japanese war team, and the most important thing at the moment was to bring this team under his command.

Let the world know that the national army is capable of winning battles, and big victories.

"Find this team." At the same time, after a slight pause and a heavier tone, he issued another order after finishing the telegram notifying the whole country.

"If we find this team, give them a radio! I want to contact them personally! Let them be on the front lines and make the most of it."

"Damn it! With a team like this planted between the Eighth Route Army and the Japanese, I'm sure we can achieve my strategic goals!"

When the staff on the side heard this, they recorded it down and immediately started to act.

As the figure left, the dignified middle-aged man in the office fixed his gaze on the large map. His gaze was now fixed on the northwest of Shanxi...

Now, he felt that the general he had been waiting for had appeared. With this general, he believed that under his leadership, the army would definitely be more elite.