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

One day ago.

The navy of the National Revolutionary Army is still lingering at the mouth of the Yangtze River.

After learning about the situation on the Songjiang battlefield, Zhu Yong's heart sank.

The situation ultimately turned into the worst possible outcome.

After much deliberation, Zhu Yong finally decided to reinforce Hangzhou Bay.

Before departure, Zhu Yong convened a brief final meeting in the officers' conference room on the Ashigara, bringing together all officers of the fleet at the rank of colonel and above.

"Gentlemen! As you all know, the situation is as described."

"Army brothers, we are surrounded along the Songjiang line, and our retreat is cut off."

"The Japanese First Fleet was like an iron gate, blocking their path to survival."

"We are their only hope."

"Although we have few shells left and our warships are badly damaged, we must do one thing: charge in, help them create an opening, draw the enemy fleet's fire, and pave a bloody path for our army brothers!"

The conference room was deathly silent, with only a faint tremor coming from the engine room.

Everyone understood what this meant.

This was no longer a naval battle; it was a fight to the death, a sacrifice of their lives to give the army a chance to survive.

"This journey is fraught with peril, perhaps even... a certain death."

"But I want to tell you all, it was worth it. The lives of half a million of our compatriots are worth exchanging everything for!"

"The navy exists to defend the homeland and protect the people!"

"Today, we soldiers, with our crippled bodies, shall fulfill our oath!"

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"You are all one with me, and I hope you can understand me. This battle will be fought to the death!"

Without any grand pronouncements or hesitation, all the officers rose in unison, their eyes filled with only resolve and calm.

"I am willing to follow the commander and fight to the death!"

Before leaving, Zhu Yong left behind a clone of the aircraft carrier Kaga, instructing it not to follow him south, as the planes were out of fuel and heading to Hangzhou Bay would be futile.

Zhu Yong gave him an important task: to head north to that sinful place.

......

At dusk, the setting sun, like blood, dyed the East China Sea a tragic orange-red.

Zhu Yong led fifteen warships, with the "Ashigara" as the flagship, in a desperate single-column formation, and charged headlong into Hangzhou Bay, where the main force of the Japanese First Fleet was located.

After firing all the shells, Zhu Yong ordered the fleet to turn around and flee.

As expected, the main force of the Japanese First Battleship was mobilized in full to pursue them.

After an hour of chasing, Zhu Yong's side was finally surrounded by the Japanese in a section of the East China Sea.

Chuichi Nagumo immediately sent a telegram to Zhu Yong in plain text, attempting to persuade him to surrender.

But Zhu Yong merely smiled coldly and ordered:

"All troops, full speed ahead! Charge at the Japanese fleet! Even if we die today, we'll take a Japanese warship with us!"

Under Zhu Yong's orders, the clones piloted the warships and launched the most ferocious charge against the Japanese, just like in the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895. Even if they died, they wanted to take a piece of flesh from the Japanese.

"Baka! Foolish Chinese, just as foolish as their ancestors!"

Nagumo Tadashi roared, "Full power! Let these idiots all sink to the bottom of the sea!"

Under his command, the massive Japanese fleet quickly deployed into battle formation, with countless cannons pointing at the fleet that was rushing towards the flame like moths to a flame.

"Thump thump thump thump!!"

The Japanese artillery fire descended upon Zhu Yong's fleet like a sudden storm.

The light cruiser "Tianlong" was the first to be hit, and the ship burst into flames and slowly capsized.

After firing its last few torpedoes, the Yubari was hit by several large-caliber shells and exploded.

Before sinking, each warship poured its last bit of strength into the enemy.

When the cannonballs ran out, they used anti-aircraft machine guns and even rifles to fire at the massive enemy ships.

This is no longer a tactic; it is the roar of will, the burning of the soul.

Zhu Yong's ship, "Ashigara," as the flagship, bore the brunt of the most concentrated fire.

The deck was ablaze with fire and casualties; the ship was damaged and flooded in many places, and its speed dropped sharply.

Zhu Yong stood in the dilapidated command tower, his uniform torn by shrapnel, blood streaming from his forehead, but his eyes remained sharp as an eagle's as he stared intently at the largest Japanese battleship in the distance.

"Target! Enemy flagship! Charge!!" he gave his final command.

The Ashigara, trailing raging flames and thick smoke, adjusted its course and, like a blood-red arrow released from a bow, recklessly crashed into the Japanese flagship.

It will use its last steel body to complete the final and most tragic attack of its life.

The Japanese soldiers were clearly shocked by this suicidal display, and all the artillery that could be turned was aimed at the "Ashigara".

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!"

Countless shells rained down on the Ashigara like hailstones.

Massive explosions followed one after another, masts snapped, turrets were blown off, and the hull began to break apart...

Just before the battleship sank, the Ashigara still managed to get close to Chuichi Nagumo's flagship, the Mikasa.

Zhu Yong raised his pistol again and chose to commit suicide.

"Bang!"

[Ding, host death detected. 34501 people killed. Respawn?]

"Rebirth!! Rebirth immediately!"

Zhu Yong assigned 30000 men to the aircraft carrier "Kaga", while the remaining 4501 men were reborn in the ammunition depot of the Japanese First Fleet flagship "Mikasa".

"brush!"

4500 people appeared on the Mikasa, and the Japanese ammunition depot could not accommodate them all, only 300 people could fit. Zhu Yong simply sent all his men to the Japanese command tower.

When Nagumo Chuichi saw Zhu Yong suddenly appear, he was so startled that his eyes widened instantly.

"Baka!! How did you even appear??"

Zhu Yong sneered, "I am a messenger from hell, here to collect the lives of you bunch of little Japanese devils!"

"Your First Fleet is strong, but now it's mine!!"

After recovering from his shock, Chuichi Nagumo finally understood everything when he thought about the destruction of the Third and Fourth Fleets.

"So that's how it is!!"

"Haha, so that's how it is!!"

Chuichi Nagumo suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, "You think you can still seize the First Fleet like before?"

Looking at Nagumo Chuichi's cold smile, Zhu Yong suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

Suddenly, he received the consciousness of his clone in his mind.

"My lord, this is terrible! There's an ambush in the ammunition depot!!"

"What?"

Zhu Yong was shocked, never expecting that the Japanese had been prepared all along!

"Sir, a man of your stature should not be buried in China. If you are willing to join us, we will treat you with the utmost respect, and we would even do so if it meant worshipping you as a god."

Chuichi Nagumo had set his sights on recruiting Zhu Yong, and earnestly persuaded him:

"China is not worthy of you. Only the strong can give you a broader stage. Join us, and we will give you everything you want."

"Oh? What if I were to wipe out your entire race?"

Zhu Yong suddenly chuckled, and then said:

"I was born and raised here, so who else should I love if not this country?"

"Do you love a bunch of Japanese devils? You're a bunch of beasts, you only deserve to be my nourishment."

"Baka!!"

Enraged, Nagumo Chuichi immediately grabbed his pistol and was about to fight Zhu Yong to the death.

"Let's do it!"

With his exceptional skills, Zhu Yong killed all the Japanese soldiers in the command tower with his bare hands. Just as he was about to go to the ammunition depot to deal with the Japanese soldiers entrenched there, a violent explosion rang out at the stern of the ship.

"Boom!"

A mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

The ammunition depot exploded, and the Japanese soldiers finally chose to perish together with the enemy. The entire "Mikasa" was blown to pieces, and Zhu Yong and most of the other soldiers who failed to evacuate slowly sank into the cold East China Sea.

On the sea surface, only a huge whirlpool and a patch of oil and debris remain.

The Chinese Navy fell silent.

The system voice sounded again.

[Ding, host death detected. 47 kills will generate 47 clones. Respawn?]

"yes..."

Zhu Yong silently vowed that this time, he would not be reborn in China, but instead choose to go to the distant sea on the Kaga.