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

Night gradually fell.

The entire Baoshan Road was silent, while Jiangwan Road on the opposite side was brightly lit.

On the tallest buildings along Jiangwan Road, giant searchlights, like bright moons, constantly scanned the entire road.

Zhu Yong stared intently at Jiangwan Road across the street, his eyes filled with icy coldness.

Under the boundless darkness, Zhu Yong's eyes gradually sharpened.

Let's start from Baoshan Road.

"call out!!"

The signal flare is launched; this is the attack signal.

"Rush!!"

In an instant, the once silent Baoshan Road erupted into a deafening roar of battle cries.

Zhu Yong personally led eight hundred brothers to attack Jiangwan Road. Like a flood bursting its banks, they launched the first wave of assault on the street under the cover of machine gun fire.

"Da da da da da!"

The Japanese machine guns immediately opened fire.

Countless tongues of fire suddenly spewed from the windows and rooftops of tall buildings on both sides of the street, from the firing ports of bunkers, and from behind abandoned tanks.

A crossfire network of machine guns, light machine guns, and rifles swept across the charging ranks like a giant scythe of death.

"Da da da!"

"Da da da!"

The soldiers of the three battalions at the forefront fell in droves, like wheat that had been cut down.

Blood instantly stained the street red.

Even in the dark, the Japanese soldiers could quickly locate Zhu Yong's clone by the light of the lamps.

Three huge searchlights overhead illuminated the street where Zhu Yong and his men were hiding, making it perfectly clear.

"Da da da!"

The Japanese machine guns, like fiery snakes, traced eerie arcs in the air, splashing into the ranks of the Third Battalion.

The offensive stalled, and the soldiers were forced to crawl on the ground, relying on the pitiful shell craters and obstacles to avoid the hail of bullets, resulting in a sharp increase in casualties.

"Smash the searchlights!"

Zhu Yong roared angrily.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The sharpshooter swiftly struck, instantly destroying the originally incredibly bright searchlight.

Without the searchlights to guide them, the Japanese machine guns were like blind men, their power instantly halved.

"Charge with me!!"

Zhu Yong roared again.

The remaining clones, like a tide, spread out in skirmish lines and began their attack.

Their movements were swift and unpredictable.

Groups of three to five people maintain a carefully chosen distance and angle from each other, making use of every available cover on the street.

To the Japanese soldiers, they were like ghosts in the night, their forms completely obscured.

Without the giant searchlight, Zhu Yong and his clone made rapid progress, and casualties decreased dramatically.

The Japanese soldiers could only hear the sound of the enemy charging, but they couldn't see the enemy figures, which terrified them so much they almost wet themselves.

Upon seeing this, the Japanese frontline commander immediately roared:

"Don't panic!! Stay calm!"

"Light the torches immediately!! Fire flares forward!!"

"Sizzle!"

The torch was lit, and a Japanese soldier raised it.

"Bang!"

A bullet pierced his forehead instantly, the torch fell to the ground, and the Japanese soldier fell backward.

In this pitch-black night, lighting a torch means you're destined to become a sitting duck.

The Japanese soldiers dared not light torches anymore; they could only fire flares.

But when the Japanese finally managed to get the flares and launch them, they saw Zhu Yong right in front of them.

"kill!!"

Zhu Yong took the lead, charging directly into the Japanese soldiers' bunker with his bayonet in hand.

"Baka yarou!!"

The Japanese soldiers roared angrily.

The two sides immediately engaged in hand-to-hand combat at the barricades at the street corner.

"Pfft!! Pfft!!"

The flare lasted only half a minute before going out completely.

In the darkness, everyone could only rely on instinct, brandishing their bayonets.

The sound of bayonets piercing flesh was incessant. The moonlight that occasionally shone down reflected on the blood-stained bayonets, giving them a crimson glow, and shrouding the entire barricade in an eerie red mist.

Twenty minutes later, the sounds of fighting finally stopped.

The entire barricade was littered with corpses, some Japanese soldiers and some Nationalist soldiers, but there were more Japanese corpses in total.

Zhu Yong contacted his clones and tallied the losses, discovering that a total of 210 clones had died in the battle, while 389 Japanese soldiers had been killed. Neither the clones nor the Japanese soldiers had any wounded; they had all fought to the death.

At this time, the Japanese soldiers were all veterans with extremely strong fighting spirit.

No matter how tenacious they were, they were no match for Zhu Yong.

At this moment, Zhu Yong still had more than 500 men left, and this was only the first firing point for the Japanese. There were no known how many more such firing points along Jiangwan Road.

Zhu Yong glanced at the system panel.

[1068 kills.]

Zhu Yong thought for a moment, then put away the system panel and sent a signal to Yao Ziqing.

Soon, Yao Ziqing led his men from the First Battalion to the scene. They were utterly shocked to see the Japanese corpses scattered all over the ground.

He never expected that Zhu Yong would actually be able to launch a surprise attack on the Japanese barricades at night.

This barricade was located at the intersection of Jiangwan Road and Baoshan Road, a very important geographical location. The Japanese had deployed a large number of troops there, but it was still destroyed by Zhu Yong.

This combat power is simply too formidable.

Zhu Yong didn't waste any time and went straight to his plan.

"Battalion Commander Yao, there are many Japanese firing positions on both sides of the street. I need you to lead your battalion to clear both sides of the street and clear the way for my next charge at the next intersection. Can you do that?"

Yao Ziqing immediately straightened up, saluted Zhu Yong, and shouted:

"Rest assured, Commander, I will definitely complete the mission."

"Alright, let's move out immediately. I will launch the second wave of attack on the Japanese in half an hour."

"Yes."

Yao Ziqing gave another military salute, then turned and headed toward the brothers of the First Battalion. In no time, Yao Ziqing personally led his men and rushed toward the buildings on both sides.

"Da da da!!"

"Da da da!"

The machine guns fired again, and the battle resumed. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.