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

Highway bend.

The battle was nearing its end. In less than twenty minutes, Zhu Yong cleanly and efficiently dealt with the group of Japanese soldiers.

Of the more than 3,000 Marines, all but a very few who managed to escape were killed.

The road was littered with corpses and scattered weapons and equipment; the strong stench of blood and gunpowder mixed together, making one want to vomit.

Zhu Yong did not linger at all; he knew very well that speed was of the essence in warfare.

"Clean up the battlefield, replenish ammunition, leave 5,000 men to sweep the battlefield and hold off reinforcements, the rest of you come with me to support the other clones!"

After Zhu Yong landed, he immediately split his troops into two groups: one to ambush the Japanese, and the other to take the opportunity to attack Yokosuka.

Now that the ambush has been a great success, the next targets are Yokosuka Port.

The clones, like cold machines, quickly emerged from their hiding places and silently collected the weapons and ammunition left behind by the Japanese, especially the machine gun bullets, grenades, and grenade launchers they desperately needed.

The entire Yokosuka harbor was ablaze with flames, and the sounds of fighting could be heard everywhere.

However, in the core area of ​​Yokosuka Port, the clones encountered fierce resistance from the Japanese.

Although the main Marine Corps force was transferred away and annihilated, there are still more than 3,000 garrison troops in the port, including port police, naval artillery, logistics personnel, and sailors remaining on some ships.

These Japanese soldiers were like madmen, holding their ground fiercely and fighting extremely hard.

Although the clones outnumbered the enemy, they were still suppressed by the Japanese on the outskirts of the core area and unable to advance an inch due to the countless bunkers and numerous firing points.

When Zhu Yong led his detachment of troops like a tidal wave towards the port entrance, he witnessed the Japanese soldiers' madness.

Machine gun fire swept down from the solid concrete fortifications and ships, mortar shells exploded in the charging ranks, and the clones were overwhelmed and unable to fight back.

Lacking heavy weapons, the clones were unable to break through the Japanese soldiers' defenses.

Upon arriving, Zhu Yong, without saying a word, immediately pulled out a pistol and shot himself hard.

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"Rebirth?"

Zhu Yong directly deployed one hundred men to each of the Japanese firing positions.

"Who?"

"Baka! Where did you come from??"

"Enemy attack!! Enemy attack!"

The Japanese bunker was instantly filled with people, and these Japanese soldiers roared as if they had seen a ghost.

But Zhu Yong's clones didn't care what these bastards were yelling about; they immediately took action as soon as they were reborn.

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

Everywhere you looked, there were sounds of bones breaking and necks being snapped.

The Japanese's heavily fortified firing positions have now all become Zhu Yong's accomplices.

"kill!!"

"Exterminate every single Japanese devil in this port!!"

Zhu Yong stood in one of the Japanese bunkers and then coldly gave the order.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The Japanese artillery positions were now all aimed at the Japanese positions.

The Japanese soldiers, still completely unaware of what was happening, were sent flying by artillery shells and machine gun fire.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhu Yong's remaining clones also launched an attack.

"Beep beep beep beep!!"

As soon as the bugle sounded, the fighting spirit ingrained in their bones was ignited, and the Japanese port defense positions changed hands instantly.

As the Japanese port area gradually fell, only the Japanese command building remained.

Colonel Matsushita, the Japanese naval commander, looked at the dark mass of enemies below with despair and fear.

We were just fighting back and forth with the enemy, so why did our fortresses and firing positions suddenly turn against us?

He didn't understand, nor did he comprehend.

But there was no time to think; the enemy had launched a general offensive against the command building.

Colonel Matsushita sent a farewell telegram to General Headquarters.

"At this moment, the enemy is launching its final offensive. I will burn the confidential documents and lead the remaining soldiers in a final, desperate assault to repay the Emperor's grace."

"Long live the Emperor..."

"...My duty, Matsukatsu Ichiro...Farewell..."

The telegram ended abruptly there.

After sending the telegram, Colonel Matsushita slowly drew his sword, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He stepped out of the communications room and, facing the terrified, defeated soldiers in the corridor, roared hoarsely:

"Gentlemen! The time has come to serve His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Hold the command post at all costs and buy time for reinforcements!"

"Your Majesty the Emperor, Banzai!!"

"Onboard!!!"

The clones simultaneously stormed in from multiple directions, with some even climbing over the outer walls and breaking windows to join the battle.

Gunshots and explosions rang out throughout the building, and blood splattered all over the walls.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out.

Matsukichiro's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. He looked down at the blood gushing from his chest, his face filled with resentment.

The military knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and he swayed before falling forward.