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

Chapter 610: Death in One Life, Life for Ten Thousand Generations

Beidingyuan.

A regiment was maintaining a high-intensity attack with a large force. When they discovered the Japanese command headquarters, the Japanese command headquarters was in the process of relocating.

Wang Jiantang hit his thigh in frustration.

"Damn it, we're a step too late. Let's take control of the headquarters first. The Japs are leaving in a hurry, there are still useful things inside! Be careful of booby traps!!"

Wang Jiantang gave instructions loudly, and several soldiers around him nodded cautiously.

He slowly approached the command center, and after confirming that there were no booby traps, he began to collect useful intelligence information.

In the dark night, Wang Jiantang looked in the direction of the Japanese army.

There was a cry of killing. Wang Jiantang looked in the direction of the sound and saw Li Weiguo's agile figure appear at the forefront of the battlefield.

At this moment, a voice sounded hurriedly.

"Captain! Some of our brothers have spotted the brigade commander's headquarters!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Jiantang immediately picked up the telescope and looked behind him.

"Hold on to the Japanese headquarters!"

“Attack, keep attacking!!!”

"Changsheng! Raise the flag!"

Wang Jiantang's roar resounded in all directions.

As soon as the words fell, a black and white flag appeared in the dark night.

Lightning from the sky fell, and the sudden appearance of white light made the flag the most dazzling existence in the world.

In this bloodiest battlefield, the word death seems to suppress everything.

"kill!"

"kill!"

In an instant, flags were raised and the sound of killing shocked the entire Beidingyuan battlefield.

This place has become the most eye-catching place.

Everyone noticed the location of the regiment and the place where the Japanese gathered in the direction of their charge.

At this moment, all the troops came together to help, all gathering in the direction of a single charge.

Under the illumination of the fire, Wang Jiantang kept firing the light machine gun in his hand. His blood-stained military uniform was shaking violently, and he looked like an evil spirit from hell, constantly harvesting the little ghosts in front of him.

Da Niu and Changsheng stood on both sides, forming a three-three system to kill ghosts, which has become the standard configuration of the group.

Behind the first regiment, the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army, the base, the militia, and the guerrillas all began to gather.

"Changsheng, protect this flag for me!" Wang Jiantang roared.

"Yes!" Changsheng held the flagpole in his right hand and tied it directly behind his back, tying it around and around to secure it.

A human-shaped flagpole, holding a spear in his hand, followed Wang Jiantang closely.

"Follow me!" Wang Jiantang roared.

The pace became faster, because at this moment, Lin Tianchen was now the helmsman of the Northern Expedition team on the Beidingyuan battlefield, and now the group was the bow of the ship, and it had to drive the speed of advancement of the entire Northern Expedition soldiers.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The simplest word, like a fuel, made the warrior roar with anger and gallop across the plain.

At this moment, Wang Jiantang's face was already red, and the flag with the word "death" on Changsheng's back was firmly protecting him.

This is also the direction indicator for the charging soldiers on the Beidingyuan battlefield!

Perhaps for comrades, this is a flag, but for the Japanese, it is a flag of death.

"Damn it Zhang Dabiao, push back!!!"

The battlefield was in great chaos, but Li Yunlong's curses were very penetrating.

Li Yunlong was guarding on the flank and saw Lin Dadan move his command center forward directly.

"Lin Dadan, your courage is really greater than the sky..."

When Li Yunlong picked up the telescope in his hand and looked at the battlefield, a flag was faintly visible in the firelight at the front of the battlefield.

Kong Jie and Ding Wei led the New 1st and New 2nd Regiments to charge after the 1st Regiment, and the two divisions of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army followed.

"Push back, pull the first and second battalions back!!!"

"Yes."

When the team was gathering, Li Yunlong picked up the telescope again and looked towards the place where the death flag was flying.

There, it has become the main battlefield for the two armies to fight.

boom!

The sound of explosions came from a distance.

On the battlefield, led by that flag, the battle line was very long, but the soldiers behind it continued to fight.

The black and white flags are flying. Although they are only two colors, under these flags is a road paved with blood.

The flashes of bullets kept flashing around, creating a scene of stars circling the moon.

And the bright moon is the black and white flag.

"Commander! The first and second battalions are back." Zhang Dabiao said loudly, panting.

"Have you all seen the Death Corps?! Follow them and launch a general attack!!!"

"Kill!" Li Yunlong took the lead.

"kill!"

For a while, at the back of the team, there was a roar and a rush towards the location of the group.

At this moment, the independent regiment rushed forward like a black mudslide.

When the team has a direction of attack, the rest is left to the legs. This is what the independent regiment looks like today.

When they charged, they were completely crazy. The flag with the word "death" on it was so eye-catching in their eyes, indicating the direction of their advance.

"The Japanese are also desperately defending their positions. Many of them are pretending to be dead."

"Do the same as the Death Group!" Yan Wenqing said without hesitation.

"Yes!" Cao Chengguo responded firmly.

Amidst the dense sounds of gunfire, the battlefield, which had just grown dark, was then followed by flashes of white light and continued red flames, illuminating the black land that had long been devastated.

The moment the flag fluttered, the entire Beidingyuan became boiling.

The soldiers behind the flags charged forward one by one, like rolling stones down a slope, becoming more and more ferocious.

The three armies meet, and death is in sight.

But at this moment they were never afraid of death.

"kill!"

The soldiers roared, fired, pulled the bolt, pulled the trigger, and loaded the bullet...

Firelight was mixed with lightning, and that flag was always flying in the front.

Yan Wenqing admired the person who carried the flag very much. He found it hard to imagine how tough a person's fate must be to carry the flag of death.

And what kind of team would take death as its banner and continue to use it since its establishment?

"Death in one life, life in ten thousand generations, this is their belief..."

Yan Wenqing murmured to himself, as ordinary soldiers followed the flag, like grains of sand gathering together to form a wall of flesh and blood, spanning the plain.

The two regiments of the Tiger Guards Brigade continued to attack the Japanese positions, while the one holding the flag led the other Northern Expedition troops to charge.

The breaking of the formation and the charge by the first and second regiments directly opened a gap for the subsequent troops.

The sound of gunfire and flames kept flickering in the dark night, and the fire was everywhere.

puff!

As he took a step forward, the sound of his feet stepping on the snow and mud could be heard. Yan Wenqing had long been accustomed to this bloody scene. He held the spear in his hand and followed quickly.

The flag is like the sun and the soldiers are like sunflowers.

Even in a thunderstorm...two dragons move and grow towards the sun.