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

Feeling that he and his clone had already taken care of a significant number of Japanese soldiers, Zhu Yong brought up his system panel.

Upon seeing the data on the system panel, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

He knew that his time had come to die a heroic death.

On the battlefield at this moment, Zhu Yong had just led his soldiers in a frenzied charge towards the Japanese.

The Japanese established a very tight defense system on Baoshan Road in order to stop them from advancing any further.

At this moment, the Japanese soldiers pointed all their machine guns and mortars at the First Battalion and began a frenzied attack on the First Battalion.

The plan was to use artillery fire to suppress them in place, preventing them from advancing another step, and then wear them down little by little through artillery bombardment.

Seeing that things couldn't continue like this, Zhu Yong volunteered, saying he could attack the Japanese machine gun positions.

If they can take down the Japanese machine gun positions, then the soldiers of the First Battalion can find an opportunity to continue their advance.

Xie Jinyuan shook his head at Zhu Yong, "Don't be so impulsive. Wait a little longer; maybe we have another solution."

"Such a reckless fighting style is not the best solution."

Zhu Yong shook his head. "Battalion Commander, I know what you mean, and I also know that this is not the optimal solution."

"But right now, we are outnumbered, and the situation on the ground is extremely urgent. This is the only way to resolve our current predicament."

"If we don't take out the Japanese machine gun positions, the last of our brothers in the battalion might not even make it to nightfall."

As Zhu Yong prepared to attack, Xie Jinyuan watched as these students who had returned from studying in Germany died one by one in front of him, and he was heartbroken.

He could no longer bear to watch Zhu Yong and the others rush forward again. Faced with such a sacrifice, Xie Jinyuan stopped him directly.

But now, on the battlefield, many of the brothers in the battalion died instantly in the face of the Japanese's powerful firepower.

Moreover, those soldiers who were already wounded were now even more seriously injured. Seeing this, Zhu Yong knew he couldn't wait any longer.

After all, he still had a chance to start over, but the soldiers in the First Battalion did not.

He pointed the gun directly at his head, looking firmly at Xie Jinyuan, "Battalion Commander, I know you have concerns, but all the soldiers' lives are the same as mine."

"We're in the same trench; if I'm not going to do this, someone else will."

"I hope this glorious task can fall to me, Battalion Commander. It's not that I want to disobey your orders, but I hope you can agree to it."

Seeing Zhu Yong like this, Xie Jinyuan was deeply moved, touched by the strong patriotism in the hearts of these students.

This time, so many students have returned, and not one of them is a coward. They are all charging forward on the battlefield one after another.

Everyone was fighting for their compatriots behind them to save their lives. Xie Jinyuan gently removed the gun that was pointed at his head and nodded.

Zhu Yong then led his other 30 clones, using a three-on-three system to cover each other as they moved forward in shifts.

Using this method, they advanced dozens of meters in the blink of an eye, leaving Xie Jinzhong utterly astonished.

The shock of Zhu Yong adopting the three-thirds system, and the shock of Zhu Yong and his classmates.

The "three-three system" means that three people form a group and take turns advancing. Xie Jinyuan knew what this meant, but he also understood that the three-three system was just a group of people lining up to die.

Especially when facing such powerful firepower, it can be said that as soon as the soldiers in front fall, the soldiers behind immediately take their place.

With such a trapezoidal formation, success is achieved as long as the last person reaches their designated location.

However, the sacrifice was too great. He hadn't expected Zhu Yong to choose this method, nor had he expected the people standing behind Zhou Yong to be so selfless.

As Zhu Yong approached the machine gun position, the Japanese soldiers grew anxious.

If Zhu Yong and his men were allowed to get close to the machine gun position, it would inflict immeasurable losses on that position.

These people must not be allowed to succeed. Uesugi Taro immediately ordered, "Everyone, launch an attack on them with grenades!"

At this moment, Zhu Yong and his men had approached the Japanese machine gun position. Although only a few men remained, they were no match for the grenade launcher attacks.

A grenade launcher has a very short range, but its trajectory is very high and its sound is very faint, often making it difficult for people to detect.

With a thud, the shell will land next to you, instantly tearing everything around you apart.

Moreover, the trajectory of his shells was completely unpredictable, like a disaster that could strike at any moment.

It was like a shadow hanging over everyone's hearts across the entire battlefield, extremely terrifying.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A dozen or so grenades exploded around Zhu Yong and his clone, filling the air with smoke, but now no one could be seen standing there anymore.

Uesugi Taro was overjoyed, thinking that Zhu Yong and his group had all been wiped out. He then stood there and began to mock them vehemently.

"Damn it, these people are really fearless, but it's no use if they're not afraid of death. They have no chance of survival in front of us."

"We thought they had some way to hurt us, but it turns out they just used sheer numbers."

"Don't they realize that human wave tactics are completely useless against our weapons?"

"This is the only method they can come up with, but unfortunately it's utterly insignificant in the face of our attack."

Xie Jinyuan was deeply saddened by this scene. He had never imagined that after such a tremendous effort, they still couldn't take down the Japanese machine gun position.

In that case, wouldn't all the sacrifices made by Zhu Yong and his men have been in vain?

Xie Jinyuan was filled with immense hatred, but at that moment, the people next to him shouted for Xie Jinyuan to look down at the ground.

Xie Jinyuan hurriedly looked up at the ground and saw that Zhu Yong had lost a leg in the explosion, but he was still holding the explosive pack.

Under the cover of smoke, he gritted his teeth, seemingly oblivious to the blood flowing out of his body and the pain of his broken leg, and continued crawling forward.

When the smoke of battle finally cleared, the Japanese soldiers finally spotted Zhu Yong approaching them.

They were terrified and launched a frenzied attack on Zhu Yong, trying to eliminate him before he could bombard them.

But it was all too late. Zhu Yong looked at the Japanese soldiers so close at hand and smiled, then immediately pulled the fuse of the explosive pack in his arms.

A loud "boom" was heard.