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

After the violent explosion, the Japanese firing positions were destroyed.

Upon seeing this, Xie Jinzhong let out a roar, not expecting that Zhu Yong and his team had actually completed their mission.

They used their lives and sacrifices to eliminate the Japanese strongpoints, giving them the opportunity to charge.

Xie Jinyuan roared to the sky again, then looked at the soldiers behind him, "Comrades, follow me and kill all these Japanese devils!"

The soldiers of the First Battalion immediately sounded the charge, leading everyone behind them to desperately charge towards the Japanese strongpoints and positions.

It was also during this opportunity, when the Japanese had their firing positions destroyed, that they took advantage of the situation.

The soldiers of the First Battalion were filled with rage and charged forward recklessly at the Japanese position. Seeing this, the Japanese were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly.

After all, the soldiers of the First Battalion at this moment, with their eyes filled with anger, bloodlust, and resentment, looked like demons to them.

Under the powerful attack of the First Battalion soldiers, the Japanese were finally driven back a few more times, and the First Battalion quickly occupied the crossroads.

This place can be considered the central point of control over Baoshan Road. As long as they hold their ground here and wait for reinforcements, it will only be a matter of time before they take over Baoshan Road.

So as long as they can hold out until reinforcements arrive, then everything in this battle will have been worthwhile.

After confirming that the intersection was under control, Xie Jinyuan went to the location where Zhu Yong had just exploded.

With red eyes, he tried to search the ground for Zhu Yong's body, but after the huge explosion, he couldn't find anything at all.

He frantically turned the whole area over before finally finding a corner of Zhu Yong's clothing.

Xie Jinyuan held the piece of clothing in his hands, his eyes filled with tears, and roared angrily in a low voice.

There were too many moments on the battlefield that left him feeling powerless and desperate. These were all his soldiers, the heroes of his nation, and the very soul of his people.

The deputy battalion commander stood there comforting him, "Battalion commander, don't be sad. As he said, everything we are doing now is for the future of our motherland."

"If he had to do this, someone else would have. I think any one of us would have done it this way."

"Because we are all sons and daughters of China, and there is not a single coward among us sons and daughters of China."

"He was our war hero. He just left us a little earlier. If this kind of fighting continues, it will be our turn next."

Xie Jinyuan understood what he meant, and knew that they were all the same.

Either Zhu Yong and his comrades bravely sacrificed their lives, or other soldiers from their battalion sacrificed their lives. Now, too many soldiers from the battalion have been laid to rest forever on this land.

Xie Jinyuan stood up and searched for the last remaining people Zhu Yong had brought, while Zhu Yong had 21 clones left.

They were all expressionless, like numb and heartless machines, steadfastly holding their posts, showing no sign of grief over Zhu Yong's death.

Xie Jinyuan couldn't understand it. He walked over to the clones and asked them why they remained so indifferent as so many classmates died in battle.

One of the clones turned to look at him and replied, "It is a blessing that your husband has been granted the throne. What is there to be sad about? This was our wish all along."

"From the moment we arrived here, no one thought about leaving alive. They just got here a little earlier than us, and there's nothing to be sad about."

"If the same thing happens again, we will still do the same. For the sake of fighting, we will fight to the very last moment."

Xie Jinyuan was shocked when he heard this, and then he looked at these international students with great respect.

Faced with life and death, Xie Jinyuan originally thought they were just numb and indifferent, but he did not expect that it was because they had already prepared to die the moment they arrived.

What kind of mood, what kind of will, is this?

After listening, Xie Jinyuan felt a surge of passion. He felt that each of these international students possessed an incredibly firm and unyielding belief, and that he had underestimated them from the beginning.

The soldiers around them also heard what Zhu Yong's clone said, and at that moment they felt immense respect for these international students.

They all stepped onto this battlefield, but unlike others, although they all knew that it was easy to die on the battlefield, and accepted the situation they might encounter.

However, they did not come to the battlefield with the determination to die. They came to the battlefield to fight for their country and homeland.

However, for these students who they thought should have been pampered, their previous awareness was ultimately lacking.

......

[Ding, host death detected. Host has killed 345 Japanese soldiers, generating 345 clones. Respawn?]

"Reborn!"

Zhu Yong has chosen a two-story building as his rebirth location again.

When he and his 345 clones were reborn, they immediately filled the two-story building to the brim.

Zhu Yong sat there and took a breath, observing the current situation on the battlefield.

In just one morning, Zhu Yong had already been killed in action three times, and the number of soldiers who had died here was countless.

Although it wasn't an open field battle, the gunfights in the urban warfare were still extremely intense.

Every street, every building, even inside the floorboards, may lie the bodies of countless soldiers.

Death is always lurking around us. Shrapnel from a shell flying by, a grenade falling from the sky, or even countless bombs falling from the sky could take someone's life in the next second.

It can be said that every minute and every second they are here, someone is losing their life on the battlefield.

If it weren't for their arduous struggle here, it would only be a matter of time before this position was breached.

On this battlefield of Shanghai, no one was special, and no one could afford to be complacent.

Everyone here knows that at this moment, they have no choice but to fight. Whether they take a step forward or a step back, all that awaits them is death.

Zhu Yong sat there for a while, thinking quickly about countermeasures and what to do next.

Given the current battle situation, Zhu Yong felt that his only plan for the future was to grow his army to a million as quickly as possible.