One man's resistance against Japan, I mobilized a million people to aid Shanghai.

Songhu.

Baoshan Road.

"Give me a duck!!"

When Zhu Yong woke up from his coma, he heard the barking of a Japanese dog.

When he slightly opened his eyes, he saw the narrow alleyway, the burning road, the three-story buildings on both sides, and the sandbags piled up to half a person's height in front of him.

"Boom!"

Before Zhu Yong could react, a huge explosion rang in his ears.

Then he was blown away by the huge blast wave.

Zhu Yong's vision went black instantly, and his head began to buzz. Just then, a wave of unfamiliar memories flooded his mind.

It turns out he was a common soldier, currently on the battlefield of Shanghai.

The land beneath his feet has been bombarded time and again.

Broken bricks and rubble were mixed together, and the air was filled with the smell of burning and blood.

Zhu Yong looked at his clothes. His gray-blue clothes were now soaked with sweat, mud, and someone's blood, making it impossible to see their original color.

Slogans always sound so inspiring, but when you actually step into this area, you realize that every word in this mission comes at a bloody price.

The sounds of machine guns, the distinctive sound of the Type 38 rifle, and the explosions of grenades could be heard in my ears.

And there were shouts from the brothers around them: "Keep up, watch your flanks, remember to counterattack!"

At that time, the owner of this body was holding a gun and following behind the veteran, preparing to go to the next point of contact.

However, his steps were very unsteady, because he hadn't had a good night's sleep or a full meal in a long time.

On both sides of Baoshan Road, the former shops and residents have long since disappeared, leaving only ruins.

They are currently embroiled in urban warfare, with no clear battle lines. Every window, every doorway, and even behind every pile of rubble could be a deadly trap.

Their battle also broke out at close range. Before dying, the owner of this body clearly saw a brother who had just leaned out to throw a grenade not far in front of him.

The moment he poked his head out, his body froze, a burst of blood erupted from his head, and he fell straight backward.

He was so frightened that he pressed his face tightly against the warm ground, his heart pounding in his throat.

He could smell the blood mixed in with the soil; the brother who had just fallen had shared some biscuits with him yesterday.

Unexpectedly, he died right in front of him today, and the owner of this body...

It was because during the battle that he wanted to suppress the enemy's firepower and avenge his brothers.

Even as the recoil of the gun in his hand repeatedly struck his shoulder, he didn't care at all.

In the end, he could no longer aim and could only shoot at the hidden enemies by feel.

Under these circumstances, after exhausting all his strength, he died of exhaustion, and it was at this moment that Zhu Yong entered this body.

After receiving these memories, Zhu Yong was momentarily stunned.

He never expected to return to this battlefield; in his previous life, he was a special forces soldier.

After undergoing various brutal selection processes for special forces, he became a top-tier special forces soldier capable of carrying out missions.

Because of his outstanding combat skills, and because of his mission, he was known behind his back as a god of death.

In all the missions he had carried out before, he had never failed, which meant that many people had died at his hands.

Therefore, many people wanted his head, as he was originally on a mission in the Golden Triangle.

In this mission, he was ambushed, but he managed to fight ten enemies single-handedly and successfully killed them all.

Although he defeated these enemies, he was exhausted and unfortunately sacrificed his life.

He never expected to arrive here in the blink of an eye. He was still in shock as he faced the memories in his mind.

Just as Zhu Yong was processing his memories, Battalion Commander Xie Jinyuan suddenly roared:

"The Japanese devils are coming! Stop them!!"

Without a second thought, Zhu Yong instinctively stood up, picked up a grenade lying at his feet, and threw it at the Japanese soldiers with all his might. Then he quickly crouched behind cover.

"boom!"

As a special forces soldier, Zhu Yong was naturally proficient in throwing skills and instantly killed a Japanese soldier.

Just as Zhu Yong was about to pick up his Type 24 rifle and beat the Japanese soldiers, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for killing a Japanese soldier. You have awakened the Clone System.]

[Clone System: The host can be reborn after death. For each Japanese soldier killed, an additional clone will be created upon rebirth. The Japanese soldiers killed by the clone will also be counted against the original host.]

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yong froze, his hand still reaching for the gun.

He remained in the same position he had been in after throwing the bomb, crouching behind the cover, checking the system he had just acquired.

He never imagined that he would gain a cheat code after transmigrating.

This is a system, an essential item for any transmigrator.

He had just heard that he had awakened a clone system, and that as long as he could kill a Japanese soldier, he could have an extra clone when he was reborn next time.

What does having an extra clone represent? It means he has an extra life.

If he has a certain number of clones, then who can tell the difference between his original self and his clones?

Moreover, he is now reborn on the battlefield, facing the Japanese soldiers, who are people he would kill on sight.

Now tell him that he can get a clone as long as he kills a Japanese soldier—what a perfect and tempting offer!

No matter where the clone goes, as long as it kills Japanese soldiers, it will be counted as its own. The more Japanese soldiers it kills, the more clones it will have.

Perhaps it can spread to all places, and at that time, no matter what his clones do, his main body will be able to benefit.

Doesn't that mean he has countless identities outside? If he kills enough Japanese soldiers, wouldn't he be able to form an army all by himself?

How could he possibly contain himself? He was incredibly excited; this huge surprise had just landed on his head, and the more he thought about it, the happier he became.

They can even envision their future selves scattered across the globe, each doing their own thing.

He can sit at home and freely enjoy what these clones have obtained, something many people dream of.