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

Because of Zhu Yong and his men's fearless performance, Uesugi Taro scrambled back to the rear after his machine gun position was destroyed.

Terrified, he reported to the brigade commander, Masao Matsumoto, "Brigade commander, it's terrifying. These people are not afraid of death at all."

"Just now, they charged towards our position in alternating three-man formations, completely unafraid of our fire. As soon as the men in front were killed, the men behind immediately rushed up."

"They're practically throwing human lives into this, and these people are just too ruthless. Even when they're knocked down or have their legs blown off, they still keep charging forward."

"Such enemies are too terrible and too terrifying. They have an unwavering belief in their hearts, and we simply have no way to destroy their belief."

"Are we really going to continue fighting them here?" He felt a little scared.

To be honest, the kind of enemy he least wanted to encounter on the battlefield was this kind of enemy—they were completely fearless in their fighting style, and even if he killed one wave, another group would rush in.

Even if you kill one wave, another group will rush up, unless you can kill everyone on the scene.

Otherwise, these people would keep attacking without end, and he kept rambling on about his report.

Completely unaware that the Japanese brigade commander's gaze was growing increasingly hostile, he finally learned that the crossroads had been lost and they had lost the central hub of Baoshan Road.

Matsumoto Masao was furious and immediately shot the regimental commander, Uesugi Taro, on the spot. "Baka! Anyone who dares to retreat and tries to undermine morale will be killed without mercy!"

He then personally led the Japanese soldiers behind him to prepare to retake the crossroads.

A fierce gunfight broke out again, this time led by the Japanese brigade commander, who gave them a death order.

Anyone who dares to retreat without orders will be shot without mercy.

The Japanese soldiers followed their brigade commander and kept charging towards the First Battalion's position. This time, all the concentrated gunfire was aimed at the First Battalion.

The battalion could only hide in houses and bunkers and fight back against the Japanese soldiers who were charging at them.

Using the cover in front of them, the Japanese soldiers charged frantically toward the First Battalion, getting closer and closer to it.

The Japanese soldiers looked at these stubbornly resisting soldiers of the First Battalion, puzzled. "What are they thinking? Don't they know they're committing suicide?"

The person next to him looked at him and said, "Perhaps every country has people who are not afraid of death."

The brigade commander, seeing them from the front, shouted, "Forward! Don't stop! Forward! Don't stop! Charge forward!"

More and more Japanese soldiers began to attack the positions where Yin Yiying was hiding from all directions.

The soldiers of the First Battalion could only spread out and fire at the Japanese soldiers who were rushing in from different directions.

As the Japanese troops drew ever closer to the First Battalion's position, threatening to encircle them, the First Battalion was in grave danger.

Xie Jinyuan anxiously shouted to everyone, telling them to pay attention to the surrounding situation and not to let a single Japanese soldier in.

Seeing that another fierce gunfight had broken out, Zhu Yong's clone, who had stayed next to Xie Jinyuan last time, rushed out once again.

They charged ahead, splitting into several directions, and continuously counterattacked the Japanese.

Because these remaining 20 clones were almost all marksmen, they quickly became a target for the Japanese.

The Japanese soldiers knew how much of a threat Zhu Yong's clones posed to the battlefield, so they immediately turned their guns on Zhu Yong and his men.

Zhu Yong's clone was the focus of the Japanese soldiers' attention, attracting some of their artillery fire, and was surrounded by flying bullets and shells.

Under such intense circumstances, Zhu Yong's clones began to die one after another. Xie Jinyuan watched as the Japanese launched a fierce attack on them, and as these international students and the soldiers of the battalion around him fell one after another, he felt extremely grief and indignation.

He had never been so angry. He wished he could grow three heads and six arms to kill these beastly Japanese devils in front of him.

But now he can only passively stay here, watching the soldiers around him rush forward one after another.

Too many soldiers in the First Battalion had died, and almost all the students who came to join him had also been killed or wounded.

Too much blood has been spilled on this land, too much to count. At this moment, most of the remaining soldiers of the First Battalion have died or been wounded.

The total number of people probably doesn't even reach 200, but the Japanese are still launching such a fierce attack.

Xie Jinyuan frantically requested reinforcements from the rear, hoping they could arrive as soon as possible, otherwise they might really not be able to hold on.

If the position is lost, when reinforcements arrive from the rear, it will cost a bloody price to retake Baoshan Road.

But no matter how anxiously he pleaded for reinforcements, they told him that he would have to hold out for at least another half hour before reinforcements could arrive.

With the Japanese attack so fiercely, his remaining men were not enough to hold out for even half an hour.

Xie Jinyuan was filled with despair. In another half hour, all his men would probably be wiped out, and the position would definitely fall.

Just then, Zhu Yong led 345 clones to provide assistance, temporarily relieving some of the pressure on Xie Jinyuan and his group.

Zhu Yong approached Xie Jinyuan again and requested to join.

Xie Jinyuan looked at Zhu Yong and the hundreds of people behind him with a very complicated expression.

As before, he didn't want these people to die here, nor did he want to agree to their demands.

They were not soldiers, and fighting the enemy was not something they should be doing now. They were originally just students, driven only by their passion.

They should save what they've learned for the rear, instead of sacrificing themselves one after another and falling here.

But for the sake of victory in this battle, and to hold out until reinforcements arrive, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and agree.

They have made such a great effort that they must not let the position fall, no matter how small the possibility.

So even though he was extremely heartbroken, Xie Jinyuan still agreed to Zhu Yong's request.

Zhu Yong immediately led the men behind him to search for weapons, picked them up, and began to fight the enemy.

At that moment, the Japanese launched another fierce attack! This time, the Japanese were even more ruthless than before.

They charged toward their position, guns in hand, with countless artillery shells providing cover behind them.

As the Japanese troops drew ever closer, another massacre was about to begin.