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

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Boom!"

The fierce battle continues on the streets of Baoshan.

However, Zhu Yong's side suffered far fewer casualties due to the lack of sniper suppression. On the contrary, the Japanese soldiers were targeted by Zhu Yong's clones, and the machine gunners and mortarmen could not survive for more than three minutes.

After a fierce battle, the Japanese soldiers could not withstand the losses and had no choice but to temporarily retreat.

Zhu Yong has won once again, and his kill count has been updated on his system panel.

[Host kills 679]

Today, Zhu Yong's 583rd Regiment has two battalions: the 3rd Battalion, which is the battalion Zhu Yong himself led, still has 729 brothers; and the Baoshan Battalion, which has 421 men remaining.

There are exactly 1,200 people in total.

The entire Shanghai-Nanjing region is now engulfed in war. Under Zhang Zhizhong's leadership, the National Revolutionary Army launched the fiercest attack on key strongholds of the Japanese, including the Marine Corps headquarters, the Gongda Cotton Mill, and the Huishan Wharf.

However, the Japanese had built a large number of permanent defensive fortifications in this area. The permanent reinforced concrete fortifications were scattered everywhere, with bunkers and firing points nested in layers, forming an extremely tight defense system.

The streets were blocked off with barricades, sandbags, and barbed wire, and the high-rise buildings on both sides were converted into firing positions, forming a deadly crossfire.

Lacking heavy artillery support and effective means of attacking fortified positions, the Nationalist army faced an extremely difficult task in breaking through the Japanese defenses.

The Battle of Shanghai raged for three days, and the front lines were locked in a suffocating stalemate.

Both the 87th and 88th Divisions were stuck and unable to advance, failing to capture either the Marine Corps Headquarters or the Gongda Textile Factory.

Now Zhu Yong has completely occupied Baoshan Road, which is directly opposite Jiangwan Road, and can completely threaten the flank of the Japanese Marine Corps Headquarters.

It was like a nail, deeply embedded in the flank of the Japanese army's defense system in Hongkou.

After receiving this news, Zhang Zhizhong decided to have Zhu Yong continue the advance and launch an attack on the Japanese naval headquarters.

The Japanese Marine Corps headquarters was the brain of the entire Japanese battlefield. Occupying this place was equivalent to taking down the Japanese command headquarters and disrupting the Japanese command system.

Moreover, taking it would severely damage the arrogance of the Japanese invaders and greatly boost the morale of the entire nation's military and civilians in their determination to resist Japan.

Zhu Yong thought for a moment and immediately called Yao Ziqing over.

"Battalion Commander Yao, another urgent military order has just arrived, instructing our troops to advance towards the Japanese naval headquarters."

"What?"

Upon hearing this order, Yao Ziqing could hardly believe his ears.

With only 1,200 men, could they possibly take over the Japanese naval headquarters?

"Is there any support?"

"No, only us brothers."

Zhu Yong shook his head, then patted Yao Ziqing on the shoulder and said:

"With the nation in such a state, neither you nor I, brothers, have a way out."

"I intend for you to lead your men to hold this place and not give the Japanese a chance to cut off our retreat. I will personally lead three battalions to attack the Japanese naval headquarters."

"No!"

Yao Ziqing resolutely refused.

"With a great battle at hand, how can I back down?"

"Commander, let me go with you."

Looking into Yao Ziqing's sincere eyes, Zhu Yong suddenly smiled.

If all Chinese men were like this, what would we have to fear from the Japanese devils?

"Alright, you leave a hundred men to guard our rear, the rest of you come with me and attack the Japanese naval headquarters!"

"yes!"

Yao Ziqing roared loudly, his eyes were firm, his voice was resounding, and his back was straight.

In the afternoon, Zhu Yong did not rush to attack, but instead organized his supplies and waited for Zhang Zhizhong to deliver weapons and ammunition to him.

Although the National Revolutionary Army currently lacks heavy artillery, it has no shortage of Type 24 rifles.

Zhu Yong requested 3,000 Type 24 rifles, 200,000 rounds of ammunition, and 3,000 hand grenades in one go.

As for artillery, there certainly wasn't any.

Fortunately, Zhu Yong captured five mortars and twenty grenade launchers from the Japanese. Their firepower was certainly inferior to that of the Japanese, but it was better than nothing.

Zhu Yong had his clones distribute all the supplies, leaving half of them hidden away, which puzzled Yao Ziqing.

Zhu Yong smiled but offered no explanation.

Then, Zhu Yong stood behind a dilapidated building, raised his binoculars, and carefully examined the only road leading to the Navy Headquarters.

Baoshan Road is in front of Jiangwan Road, and the Navy Headquarters is located in the center of Jiangwan Road.

The road leading to the naval headquarters was blocked by various obstacles, sandbag fortifications, and abandoned vehicles. High-rise buildings lined both sides of the street, and the sounds of Japanese patrols could be heard from time to time from inside the buildings.

The Japanese had clearly been operating here for a long time, with layers of both overt and covert firing positions, and crossfire capable of covering the entire area.

This is destined to be a tough nut to crack; any attempt to move forward will come at a heavy price.

Zhu Yong frowned in thought. Yao Ziqing was standing next to him, but instead of observing the Japanese soldiers, he secretly observed his allies.

Behind Zhu Yong were more than 700 brothers from the Third Battalion, but these men shocked Yao Ziqing.

The group of over seven hundred men was unusually quiet, lacking the usual tension and restlessness of troops before battle, and there was no whispering among them.

Everyone was either standing quietly, checking weapons, organizing equipment, or bandaging their teammates. Their movements were swift and efficient, clearly those of seasoned battlefield veterans.

But their clothes were tattered and ragged, and they didn't even have military uniforms. This army, which looked like beggars, was incredibly fierce in battle.

He witnessed firsthand the ferocity of these men when they fought the Japanese with bayonets; even three Japanese soldiers might not be as formidable as one of them.

Yao Ziqing really couldn't understand where Zhu Yong got such powerful soldiers.

Zhu Yong sensed Yao Ziqing's gaze. He didn't explain, but simply asked:

"Battalion Commander Yao, the Japanese are holding a tight position ahead. How should we attack? Do you have any ideas?"

Yao Ziqing pondered for a moment and replied:

"Commander, the Japanese firepower is fierce, and a frontal assault would result in too many casualties."

"It would be better to attack from the flank and take out the Japanese strongpoints one by one. I am willing to lead my brothers to draw the frontal fire and give the regimental commander the opportunity to attack from the flank."

Zhu Yong nodded. Although Yao Ziqing was right, Zhu Yong did not intend to do so.

"The Japanese have set up too many firing positions on Jiangwan Road."

"If we remove them one by one, it will take too much time, and time is what we need most right now."

"I've decided to launch a night attack. I'll lead the men to break through from the front, while you lead the 1st Battalion to seize the opportunity and flank the enemy to expand our gains."

"Let's have drinks on Jiangwan Road tomorrow morning."

"But Commander, this would result in too many casualties!"

Yao Ziqing was somewhat reluctant to part with it.

Zhu Yong's expression was firm as he calmly said:

"Green hills everywhere bury loyal bones; why must they be wrapped in horsehide to return home?"

"Battalion Commander Yao, there's no need to persuade him any further. Go and prepare!"