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

Kato Yamato truly lived up to his reputation as the king of Japanese snipers; the snipers he led adjusted their tactics and achieved remarkable results.

Zhu Yong's clones were quickly depleted.

The Japanese snipers, like cunning mice, moved swiftly through the ruins, firing one shot and then moving to a different spot, causing even greater casualties to Zhu Yong's clones.

Zhu Yong's sniper force quickly became insufficient.

Kato Yamato's remaining men were like slippery eels, using the complex terrain to buy time. Every second they delayed could result in more casualties or allow the Japanese to bring in more heavy firepower.

"We can't delay any longer."

In order to eliminate Kato Yamato as soon as possible, Zhu Yong directly sent out another thirty clones.

For Zhu Yong, each of his clones is a sniper, or a gunner, a tank driver, or even a pilot, because he himself is an all-around king of soldiers.

In order to quickly eliminate the Japanese sniper, Zhu Yong decided to change his tactics.

A bold, even insane, tactic instantly took shape in his mind.

Zhu Yong's clone received the order and quickly began to act accordingly.

Ten clones risked their lives to provide cover for the remaining twenty clones, while the other twenty clones leaped out from their hiding places and, with their agility, rushed toward the hiding place of Kato Yamato and his snipers.

At this moment, they were no longer snipers, but assault troops.

They worked in groups of three, providing cover for each other as they advanced relentlessly.

Kato Yamato quickly noticed Zhu Yong's movements, and after understanding Zhu Yong's intentions, he couldn't help but sneer.

"A bunch of idiots!"

"A sniper's greatest strength is sniping, yet he abandoned his advantage and chose to assault. He's an incurable idiot."

"Bang!"

Kato Yamato fired without hesitation at one of the clones who was charging forward.

At the same time, one of the clones collapsed to the ground.

Just as Kato Yamato was about to continue firing, a sudden sense of unease arose in his heart.

"call out!"

A bullet grazed his scalp.

Kato Yamato realized that his position had been exposed, so he dared not linger and quickly tried to find another place to move to.

When he found another hiding spot, the soldiers opposite him were already very close to the ruins where he was.

Kato Yamato remained unimpressed.

"Stupid Chinese, die!"

"Bang!"

Another shot.

The soldier opposite him shuddered violently, a burst of blood erupted from his chest, and he collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Next...

"Bang bang bang!"

"The fifth one."

Kato's voice carried a hint of pleasure. "It seems their commander has gone mad."

However, when he tried to fire again, he was suppressed once more and had to retreat again.

As he prepared to continue the massacre, the smile on his lips slowly froze.

He discovered that the soldiers on the other side were still charging forward without fear, even though they were less than fifty meters away from his position.

Their teamwork was terrifyingly seamless.

One group draws fire while the other advances a dozen meters, always moving in a zigzag pattern and making perfect use of the surrounding cover, which makes their casualties far less than they imagined.

Besides the five people he killed himself, his five snipers only managed to kill three others.

In other words, there were still twelve Nationalist troops charging towards them.

Kato Yamato panicked a little. He raised his gun again to try to stop the people in front of him, but his position had already been discovered by his clones. The clones opened fire to suppress him without hesitation.

Kato Yamato was so frightened that he hid behind a bunker.

Hearing the approaching footsteps behind him, Kato Yamato's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible panic for the first time.

"Stop them!! Don't let them get close! Stop them now!"

The Japanese snipers also began to panic.

Long-range sniping is their forte, but once they get close, their sniper rifles become useless.

They fired wildly, but unfortunately, the more frantic they were, the more likely they were to make mistakes.

Because of the shooting, they quickly revealed their position and were easily blown apart by the enhanced clones in the distance.

After paying the price of creating three more clones, Zhu Yong finally managed to advance three of his clones into the ruins where Kato Yamato was hiding.

From then on, the roles of hunter and prey were reversed.

He ran and he chased, but he couldn't escape.

As Kato Yamato tried to escape while clutching his sniper rifle, he was unsurprisingly surrounded by Zhu Yong's clones.

Looking into the murderous eyes of Zhu Yong's three clones, he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to return to his hometown alive today.

Kato Yamato discarded his cumbersome Type 97 sniper rifle and drew his jewel-encrusted military sword.

This knife was the command sword personally bestowed upon him by His Majesty the Emperor when he became the King of Snipers; it could cut through iron like mud.

The cold hilt of the knife seemed to give him some confidence. He gripped the knife with both hands and looked at the three men with a determined gaze.

"Come on! Let's have a one-on-one duel!"

Zhu Yong and his clones exchanged a glance and smiled.

Do you think this is a boxing match? A one-on-one duel?

The three men immediately drew their bayonets and stabbed at Kato Yamato.

"Baka! Shameless Chinese!"

Kato Yamato roared, then swung his hands down with tremendous force at one of his clones, a strike that was as powerful as splitting Mount Hua.

The blade whistled through the air as it aimed straight for the opponent's neck.

He was confident that his swordsmanship skills were more than enough to deal with an ordinary soldier.

However, the ordinary soldier merely turned slightly to the side, and Kato Yamato's determined thrust missed its mark.

The blade grazed the other person's shoulder, without even scratching their uniform.

Kato was startled, and before he could change his move, he felt a sharp pain in his kidneys.

It turned out that while he was launching his attack, his clone behind him was not idle; it directly stabbed his waist with a bayonet.

Then, the clone he was facing gave him no chance to react. It moved swiftly and instantly closed in on Kato Yamato. Its free left hand gripped Kato Yamato's knife-wielding hand like an iron clamp and twisted it forcefully!

"Snap!"

There was a heartbreaking sound of bone cracking.

"what!"

Kato Yamato let out a bloodcurdling scream, and his sword clattered to the ground.

He stared in horror at the three ordinary Nationalist soldiers in front of him. They were even dressed in peasant clothes and did not look like soldiers at all. Yet, these were the people who had treated him like a chicken being killed.

"Who...who are you people?"

One of the clones gave a cold laugh and said:

"The one who will send you to hell."

"Baka!"

Kato Yamato tried to pull out the tortoise shell from his waist, but the last clone pierced his throat.

"Hehe~~"

Kato Yamato covered his throat, making a chilling sound.

It's ironic that a legendary sniper died on this nameless battlefield, stabbed to death with a bayonet.