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

Fengpo Village.

In the cold winter, at the moment of dawn, many fireworks were emitted from the chimneys in the village.

Song Liangyu's family got up early, but Song Liangyu's parents' eyes showed worry and reluctance.

"Liangyu, are you really going?"

Song Liangyu's mother brought a bowl of steaming broth and placed it on the table. This time it contained a lot of horse meat and wheat, and it was thicker than ever before.

Her hand trembled as she touched Liang Yu's cheek and said reluctantly.

And on the kang was a simple bundle that Song Liangyu had already prepared.

"Sister Chun and Hanniu from the village have all gone to Black Cloud Village to join the army."

Song Liangyu pushed the broth in front of him towards Song's mother.

Then he said again: "There is not much food at home. One more mouth means one more food. Instead of starving to death, it is better to join them to fight the devils..."

Song Liangyu had never been to school and could barely read or write, but she understood one thing: in these troubled times, weakness was the greatest cruelty. Sister Chunxiu had also told her this before she left.

She is a weak woman, where can she go in such troubled times?

Rather than dying in obscure circumstances outside, or living in the dark days of the Black Cloud Village bandits, it would be better to go to the Black Cloud Village and fight the Japanese.

When Song's mother heard these words, the corners of her eyes gradually turned red, but looking at the thin Song Liangyu in front of her, she still felt a little reluctant.

"Let her go." Song Liangyu's father stood up at this moment and said in a heavy tone.

"Don't worry, kid. We are just ordinary farmers. We have seen the soldiers in Black Cloud Village. The villagers know that they are not taking anything from us for nothing. If we take Black Cloud Village, we will not only let you go but also send you food."

"These days, there are only a few who can do what they do. Go ahead."

"Your mother and I don't have much ability, but remember this, kid. When you go, you don't have to worry about us. Just fight more Japanese devils."

After Song Yuliang's father said this, he put his hand on Song's mother's shoulder.

He was also worried and reluctant, but now as the only man in this family, he could not be indecisive and had to make a decision.

When Song Liangyu heard this, he looked at the two people in front of him with his young face.

All the words turned into heavy nods...

At noon, she set out for Heiyun Village with some young people from the village.

.........

Heiyun Village is located in a flat area on the mountain behind the village.

Although the entire flat land is made of mud, after being leveled, it is as big as a football field.

"Rest where you are." Ding Jiaguo's voice came from a small hill on the flat ground.

As soon as the words were spoken, many people in the team of about two hundred people let out a long breath, and many began to look for a place to sit down.

Among the crowd, a tall and strong figure was looking around.

Although he had grown some short hair on his head, some scars from his ordination could still be vaguely seen.

It was obvious that the training just now did not bring him any burden. He was picking up a weed with a very relaxed expression and looking around with some curiosity.

Just as I was looking at it, a voice suddenly sounded beside me.

"Brother, which unit do you think they are from? Why do I see people from the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army and the Sichuan Army here? By the way, my name is Liu Sangun, from the 125th Division of the Sichuan Army. Just call me Sangun." Seeing that Monk Wei did not respond, he muttered with a smile.

Liu Sangun had a bit of a ruffian air about him, and his figure was completely different from the burly Wei Heshang. He was as thin as a bamboo pole. Coming out of the dark mine, he felt like an underground rat and could not adapt to the sunlight.

"Wei Dayong, I'm from the 72nd Division of the Central Army directly under the headquarters. You can just call me Wei Heshang." When Wei Heshang saw Liu Sangun introducing himself, he responded in a low voice, but his eyes were still looking at the surrounding environment.

"Don't look at it. I've heard that this was originally a bandit den. This team only used 300 people to wipe out over 400 bandits." Liu Sangun pointed to a bunker in Heiyun Village and said again, "300 people, so many bunkers, and the city walls are so thick, and they only had 300 people to take it down. It's really impressive."

Liu Sangun whispered this, but Monk Wei shook his head after hearing it.

"So what if we defeat them? They're just a ragtag army." Monk Wei stopped looking around and slowly stood up.

As a member of the Central Army, he naturally would not lower his status and join a ragtag army without a number.

There were only a few hundred people in the team here, and there was no regular military system. In his opinion, they wouldn't be able to go far.

Having been a prisoner once, he definitely didn't want to do it again.

"You were in the mine that day. You didn't know that they only had a few dozen people, but they took only a few dozen minutes to eliminate all the Japanese and Japanese soldiers guarding the prisoner-of-war camp. This team is really amazing."

Liu Sangun scratched his head, his tone full of admiration. Since he left Sichuan, he had never seen the troops fight the Japanese so cleanly and efficiently.

You have to know that his original regiment was forced to retreat from its position by only two hundred Japanese devils.

When the defeat was disastrous, he just kept running with the team until he was finally caught by the Japanese and dug coal for almost two years.

So when he saw the dozens of people in this team fighting so quickly in the prisoner-of-war camp, he couldn't help but admire them.

"Kid, if you want to fight the Japanese, you have to follow the right people. I heard that there is a very powerful regimental commander named Li Yunlong nearby. I plan to follow him." Monk Wei said with some arrogance. He didn't want to stay in this team for long, and of course he didn't want to go back.

However, when he was in the prisoner-of-war camp, he heard that there was an Eighth Route Army unit nearby, led by Li Yunlong, who was very good at fighting the Japanese.

"I feel this team can fight the Japanese, and there are Sichuan Army here. I will stay here." Liu Sangun said with a smile, picked up the discarded branch again, put it in his mouth, and ground his teeth. After all, he hadn't eaten wheat for a long time, and his teeth were really not used to it.

Upon hearing this, Monk Wei said nothing more, but just looked at him intently.

At this time, Ding Jiaguo's voice came again...

"gather!"

As Ding Jiaguo finished speaking, the team began to gather again.

Waves of orderly slogans rang out from the back mountain of Heiyun Village.