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

Just as the deputy company commander was about to nod in agreement, indicating that he would do as Zhu Yong said, he saw Zhu Yong, along with his clones, charge towards the Japanese soldiers.

Undeterred by the hail of bullets, the soldiers of the First Battalion watched with tears in their eyes as Zhu Yong charged to the front lines of the battle amidst the artillery fire.

He roared to the sky, "Commander, keep going! Charge over and wipe out these little devils! Don't worry, we're behind you. We will never allow the Japanese to set foot in the stronghold."

At this moment, they were filled with admiration for these students who had studied abroad. Not only were they fearless, but they had also rushed to the forefront at this critical moment.

What reason did they have to back down? Whether it was the former battalion commander or Zhu Yong now, they were the people they admired most.

They also gave strength to the remaining soldiers of their battalion. All the soldiers of the battalion gripped their guns tightly and roared as they fired at the charging Japanese soldiers.

At this moment, Zhu Yong, with more than 20 clones, had already rushed in front of hundreds of Japanese soldiers.

They began hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese soldiers in these streets.

This time, Zhu Yong was facing two assault squads. Because the distance between them was so close when they encountered each other, both sides immediately drew their bayonets.

Zhu Yong and his clones formed a three-person formation, all back to back.

Holding bayonets, they relentlessly hacked at the charging Japanese soldiers. Any Japanese soldier who tried to get close to the three of them had their heads swiftly chopped off by Zhu Yong and his clones.

Without any hesitation, the knife slashed down, blood splattering continuously. Any other Japanese soldiers who tried to attack their clones or get close were stabbed to death by Zhu Yong and his men.

Zhu Yong and his clones killed the Japanese soldiers with ease, each strike landing with a single, decisive blow.

These Japanese soldiers naturally wouldn't just stand there waiting for Zhu Yong and his group to make a move. They quickly coordinated and swung their knives at Zhu Yong and his men.

However, with Zhu Yong and his comrades back to back, no matter which direction the Japanese attacked from, they were able to react quickly and unleash a flurry of slashes at the Japanese.

Battalion Commander Matsushiro was furious when he saw this scene; he hadn't expected this Chinese man to be so resilient.

And he's still hacking and slashing at his soldiers. "Baka! Gather all the soldiers around here!"

He personally led these soldiers to reinforce Zhu Yong. Together with the soldiers already on the field, he brought over 300 Japanese soldiers, who instantly surrounded Zhu Yong.

Zhu Yong, along with his two other clones, charged left and right, slashing down on the Japanese soldiers when they weren't paying attention.

Although he wielded his broadsword with great skill, cutting off the heads of the Japanese soldiers one by one, there were simply too many of them. The moment he cut one off, another would rush up and ambush him.

One by one, Zhu Yong's clones fell, and the number of casualties increased.

In the end, even Zhu Yong's two clones, who were back to back, were all killed, leaving Zhu Yong alone to fight the battle.

Finally, Zhu Yong rushed to Matsushiro's side, but by then his legs and hands were covered in wounds.

With injuries like his, an ordinary person would have collapsed long ago.

But Zhu Yong, with his strong will, still managed to rush to Matsushiro's side.

Matsushiro looked at Zhu Yong, who appeared so weak he seemed about to faint at any moment, and slowly walked to his side, loudly mocking, "What? Do you think you're some kind of divine warrior?"

"You think you're so tough? Let me tell you, no matter how strong you are, you're still doomed in front of us, the warriors of the Empire."

"Even if you come here right now and kneel before me, your life will still end here."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yong suddenly looked up, grinned, and then hugged Matsushiro tightly.

Matsushiro was immediately shocked. Only then did he realize that Zhu Yong's body was covered with grenades.

Moreover, he was holding her tightly at that moment, leaving her with no way to escape.

White smoke was still hissing from Zhu Yong's chest, indicating that the grenade on his body had probably had its fuse pulled when he charged at him.

He never expected that this person actually wanted to die with him, and that he had fallen into his trap.

I originally thought he was the only one left, so I could capture him alive and then torture him to see how tough he really was.

As a result, he ended up putting himself in a dangerous situation.

"Baka yarou!"

Matsushiro roared and desperately tried to push Zhu Yong away, but Zhu Yong used his last bit of strength to hold on to Matsushiro and refused to let go.

"Hahaha, you little devils, wash your necks clean and wait, Grandpa will be back!"

Zhu Yong burst into wild laughter.

The Japanese soldiers were so frightened that they scattered and fled as if they had seen a demon.

"boom!"

After the massive explosion, dust billowed up, and a deep crater formed where Zhu Yong had just been standing.

The surrounding soil was blown away, and Zhu Yong and Matsushiro Shichiro were at the very center of the explosion, and were blown to pieces without leaving a single fragment.

Only the blood of those around them splattered on the ground. The dozen or so Japanese soldiers beside the two men were also engulfed by the shells and killed instantly. The soldiers of the First Battalion, witnessing this scene, were filled with rage and despair. "Battalion Commander!"

Tears welled up in their eyes once again; everything Zhu Yong had brought them was simply too overwhelming.

Not only does he have extensive combat experience, but he is also fearless of death on the battlefield, always rushing to the forefront of danger.

The battalion commander had tried to stop him before, and they had all tried to stop him, but no one could stop Zhu Yong.

Now, with such a heroic sacrifice, all the remaining soldiers of the First Battalion have once again become a mournful army.

But this time, they were not blinded by grief; instead, they instantly unleashed a torrent of furious power.

At this moment, their morale reached its peak, and they all wished they could rush up and perish together with the Japanese soldiers.

As if injected with stimulants, all the soldiers picked up their weapons and launched a frenzied attack on the Japanese soldiers.

The clone that Zhu Yong had just appointed as deputy regimental commander took over command with a blank expression.

In order to prevent the battlefield from descending into chaos, he quickly directed his men to spread out in different locations to intercept the Japanese soldiers attacking from in front of them.

Behind them, the war continued, with the Japanese soldiers sent from the Naval Headquarters launching a frenzied attack, attempting to break through their rear defenses and wipe out these isolated troops.