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

With them right in front of them, a Japanese squad launched a direct attack.

As they drew closer, the Japanese soldiers picked up their machine guns and began firing wildly at the First Battalion, while artillery bombarded them relentlessly.

The brothers of the First Battalion wanted to fight back, but under such dense firepower, they were pinned down in their positions and unable to raise their heads.

Under such circumstances, the already disadvantaged battalion quickly lost a large portion of its soldiers.

Under such intense firepower, the soldiers had nowhere to escape. Even if they hid behind cover, they would be blown away along with the cover or injured by the shells.

Seeing that most of the brothers in the First Battalion around him were wounded, Zhu Yong volunteered to lead his 345 clones, along with the 21 clones who had survived, in a counterattack against the Japanese.

Xie Jinyuan originally wanted to stop him, but seeing that the First Battalion had almost no strong counterattack force at the moment.

Looking into Zhu Yong's determined gaze, he finally nodded sadly.

Zhu Yong immediately led his 366 clones and swiftly attacked the Japanese soldiers, as the distance was simply too close.

As they approached, these clones, armed with guns and machetes, would immediately strike the charging Japanese soldiers with their blades.

These Japanese soldiers were easily dispatched by these clones, like cutting melons and vegetables.

Xie Jinyuan was utterly shocked. He had originally thought that these students who had studied abroad were only proficient in firearms.

They are skilled with firearms, have excellent academic abilities, and possess unwavering patriotism.

But I never expected them to be so formidable in close combat.

Even for these veterans in the battalion, facing the Japanese soldiers on the battlefield was not as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

These students who had studied abroad didn't even blink when they saw the Japanese soldiers rushing towards them; they picked up their knives and attacked.

The Japanese soldiers couldn't even last two moves against them before their heads were chopped off. Even with blood splattering on their faces, the students continued charging forward without blinking.

After taking care of one, they immediately rushed to the next, giving these Japanese soldiers no chance to scream or react.

The soldiers in the battalion behind were even more shocked when they saw this, and the pain from their own injuries seemed to lessen.

Looking at this group of students studying abroad, they felt that they were simply too amazing.

They were even more ruthless than those who had experienced so many wars on the battlefield. Their strength and the way they moved were so great that they didn't seem like students at all. People would believe they were bandits from a mountain stronghold.

When the brigade leader saw this large group of people suddenly pressing forward and slaughtering his soldiers, he was immediately enraged.

Upon seeing this, Brigade Commander Masao Matsumoto roared angrily, "Baka! A bunch of useless trash! Use your Type 92 infantry guns to bombard them! I'll make sure they all die without a burial place!"

Upon hearing this, the Japanese soldier next to him immediately reminded him, "Brigade Commander, you can't fire now."

"We still have soldiers fighting those Chinese. If we fire now, it might affect them. Let's wait until they've created some distance before firing."

Matsumoto Masao was furious at this moment, watching helplessly as Zhu Yong and his clone continued to fight desperately.

He felt a surge of rage that overwhelmed his reason. He gritted his teeth and said, "Enough nonsense, fire the bombardment now! I'll make these people pay the price!"

Seeing that the brigade commander had given the order, the Japanese soldiers next to them immediately pulled out 13 Type 92 infantry guns.

They bombarded Zhu Yong and his clone relentlessly, countless shells flying towards them.

It exploded rapidly after hitting the ground, and the power of the shelling was extraordinary, plunging everything around into darkness.

The artillery fire sent countless clouds of dust billowing into the sky, leaving the battlefield in a state of utter devastation.

Zhu Yong and his clone were also hit by artillery fire. The moment the first shell landed, they quickly separated and sought cover.

Fortunately, they reacted quickly and scattered to take cover when the shells came at them. In the end, they lost 67 clones, but still had 299 clones left.

However, the Japanese soldiers who were fighting alongside Zhu Yong and his men just moments ago were not so lucky.

Before Zhu Yong and his clones could react, they were stunned by the bombs falling from the sky.

The remaining 50-odd Japanese soldiers did not die at the hands of Zhu Yong and his henchmen, but instead all died at the hands of their own men.

Seeing this, Zhu Yong felt a little regretful that he couldn't create more clones, but he was also incredibly relieved.

Just as he was preparing to continue the attack, a mournful cry suddenly came from the rear battalion's position.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yong immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly returned to the camp with his clone.

As soon as he returned, he saw the guard holding Xie Jinyuan's body, crying loudly, "Battalion Commander, Battalion Commander, hold on! Hold on! What will we do without you?"

Zhu Yong stepped forward and saw that Xie Jinyuan's body had been blown in half and was bleeding profusely, looking extremely terrifying.

He was holding on with his last breath when he saw Zhu Yong and immediately reached out his hand.

Zhu Yong was terrified. He rushed to Xie Jinyuan's side, and Xie Jinyuan grabbed his arm tightly. "Brother, I...I'm handing over the First Battalion to you!"

"You must bring...bring the brothers home!! To...to continue fighting the enemy for me!!"

Zhu Yong was deeply saddened upon hearing this. Looking at Xie Jinyuan's eyes fixed on him, he knew that Xie Jinyuan would never be at ease if he did not agree.

He nodded quickly. "Battalion Commander, don't worry, I promise you, I will definitely bring my brothers home safely."

"I will take back the stronghold. I will never let the Japanese occupy our stronghold. No matter what the cost, I promise you, I will drive all these Japanese devils out."

Upon hearing Zhu Yong's words, Xie Jinyuan glanced at the soldiers of the First Battalion who had gathered around him, tears welling in his eyes. "Live on."

After saying that, he slightly curled the corners of his lips, loosened his grip, and fell unconscious.