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

"Give me a duck!!"

"Saga Gei!!"

The Japanese soldiers frantically pulled the triggers of their Type 92 heavy machine guns.

"Da da da!"

"Da da da!"

Sparks flew from the heavy machine gun, and bullets rained down on Zhu Yong as he charged forward.

"Commander!! The Japanese have deployed at least five heavy machine guns at the second barricade, along with several light machine gun positions!"

A member of the Third Battalion reported the findings of the reconnaissance in a low voice.

Zhu Yong and his clones were pinned behind cover, bullets struck the cover, and stones flew everywhere.

"Brothers, we're running out of time! The enemy reinforcements could arrive at any moment. We must seize this opportunity and break through the second line of defense in one fell swoop!"

Zhu Yong's voice was firm as he issued the order:

"Group One, launch a feint attack from the front to draw enemy fire! Groups Two and Three, flank from the ruins on the left flank and get as close as possible!"

"Take all the remaining grenades and explosives, follow me, sneak across that drainage ditch on the right flank, prepare to blow it up!"

"action!"

As soon as Zhu Yong gave the order, the clones immediately began to move.

Because the clones all possessed extremely strong military skills, after Zhu Yong issued his orders, everyone performed their duties, like precise gears meshing together.

The feint attack group fired first.

Despite the heavy firepower of the Japanese soldiers, they resolutely poked their bodies out from their bunkers and began exchanging fire with them.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

As bullets whizzed through the air, casualties immediately began to rise.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen brothers were shot.

But the remaining team members were fearless and fired through a hail of bullets, taking down the Japanese machine gunners one by one.

This created an opportunity for the remaining two and three groups.

The moment the Japanese firepower was weakened, the second and third groups on the left flank immediately sprang into action. Using the shadows of the ruins and shell craters, they moved swiftly like ghosts, constantly approaching the rear of the barricade.

"Da da da!"

After the Japanese machine gunner was replaced, he resumed his frenzied firing.

The heavy machine gun roared deafeningly, bullets struck the bunker, sending brick and stone dust flying everywhere, making it almost impossible for the feint attack team to raise their heads.

However, they failed to notice the second and third groups on the flanks.

When the second and third groups got within fifty meters of them, the Japanese soldiers screamed in terror.

"Flanking maneuver! Enemy attack!!"

The Japanese soldiers were terrified, and the light machine gun team immediately moved to a new position to suppress the flanks.

"Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!"

Light machine gun and rifle bullets immediately swept over, and the second and third groups finally suffered casualties.

Zhu Yong had no time to worry about the left flank or the front, because he was leading the fourth team, carrying grenades and shovels, crawling along a half-collapsed drainage ditch to a position very close to the barricade.

The drainage ditch was full of mud and debris, making movement extremely difficult.

To provide visibility for their fire support teams, the Japanese soldiers seemed to be firing flares upwards incessantly, as if they were giving them away for free.

Zhu Yong was terrified every time he advanced. They had to seize the moment when the flares went out before they dared to crawl forward, for fear of being discovered by the Japanese.

Time seemed to pass extremely slowly.

Every second, a clone falls.

Every meter they advanced was soaked in blood.

Finally, after paying a heavy price, Zhu Yong successfully reached the designated blasting location.

The group that launched the feint attack from the front has already lost most of its members, while the second and third groups on the flanks are also being suppressed to the point of being unable to make any progress.

The only hope lies in the demolition team that Zhu Yong is currently in.

The demolition team is now only ten meters away from the Japanese barricades. As long as they can get through the ten-meter crossfire network, Zhu Yong can blow the Japanese second line of defense to smithereens!

"Now, everyone, obey my orders!"

Zhu Yong mentally gave orders to all his clones.

"Open fire with all firepower at once to cover the demolition."

"one two three!"

"Fire!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Rat-a-tat-tat!!"

Rifles and machine guns unleashed their full firepower instantly.

At this moment, whether it was the first group making a feint attack or the second and third groups flanking from the flanks, they all jumped out of their cover and fired desperately, just to buy the demolition team a second.

Bullets rained down like a storm, sending sparks flying from the Japanese fortifications and momentarily halting their firepower!

It's now!

"Fourth group! Charge!"

Zhu Yong, carrying a bomb, took the lead.

Behind him were more than a dozen clones, also strapped with grenades and holding explosive packs, who charged toward the barricade with all their might.

"Enemy attack!! Enemy attack!!"

The Japanese soldiers roared like madmen, their faces filled with terror as they looked at Zhu Yong, who was ready to die, and his clone.

The machine gunner fired frantically, trying to stop Zhu Yong.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

Zhu Yong collapsed.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

The clones behind him fell one after another.

There wasn't a single remaining clone standing on the entire battlefield. It was all over. Zhu Yong had failed.

He ultimately failed to break through the Japanese second line of defense and was unable to save the Battle of Shanghai.

The Japanese soldiers laughed wildly, pointing at Zhu Yong and his clone on the ground, mocking them for overestimating their abilities.

But at some point, one of Zhu Yong's clones, dragging his remaining upper body, stubbornly crawled to a spot not far from the Japanese barricade.

At this moment, his body was ripped in two by the heavy machine gun. His lower body had disappeared without a trace, leaving only his upper body, with most of his intestines spilling out, and blood everywhere.

The excruciating pain of being cut in half at the waist is unbearable for an ordinary person, yet he managed to crawl forward three meters after being cut in half, relying solely on his willpower.

It was this deadly three-meter distance that brought a unique spark to this battle.

When the Japanese commander discovered this clone, he had already climbed to the edge of the barricade.

"Baka yarou!! Fire!! Fire immediately!!"

The Japanese commander screamed in terror and frantically tried to draw his pistol from his waist.

Unfortunately, it was all too late.

A smile appeared on the pale face of the clone as he looked at the Japanese soldier and gently pulled the fuse on his body.

"Bang bang bang!"

The clone was shot to death, but he had a smile on his lips even in death.

And wisps of white smoke rose from his body.

The Japanese soldiers were terrified and screamed frantically, "Retreat! Quickly..."

"Boom!!"

A deafening roar erupted! A massive burst of fire and thick smoke suddenly shot up from beneath the barricades, hurling bricks, sandbags, and the severed limbs of Japanese soldiers into the air by the violent blast wave!

The Japanese soldiers still couldn't withdraw in time; their heavy machine guns fell silent, and the barricades were blown into the air.

Yao Ziqing witnessed the entire battle and was deeply moved by Zhu Yong's tragic fate.

Seeing the barricades blown apart, Yao Ziqing roared hoarsely:

"Kill!! Avenge our commander!!"

He was the first to leap out of his cover, bayonet in hand, and charge toward the smoke-filled breach!

Behind him, the remaining two hundred or so brothers of Baoshan Camp, like a flood bursting its banks, roared with deafening battle cries and launched their final charge!

The Japanese soldiers who had miraculously survived were stunned by the sudden, violent explosion and desperate charge.

They crawled out of the ruins, hastily organized a resistance, and engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand battle with the Baoshan Battalion that rushed in.

The sounds of clashing bayonets, roars, screams, and the muffled thuds of close-range rifle fire filled the narrow gap in the barricade.

Moonlight occasionally pierced through the smoke of battle, illuminating distorted, ferocious faces and flashing, cold blades.

Yao Ziqing was like a mad tiger; every thrust of his bayonet inevitably brought forth a spray of blood.

Even though he was seriously injured, he still went on a killing spree. Zhu Yong's clone and the brothers of Baoshan Camp behind him were equally fearless and risked their lives to save others.

The battle was brief but brutal.

Fifteen minutes later, the battle ended, and the Japanese soldiers were completely annihilated.

The streets were littered with corpses, some of them Japanese soldiers, others of the Nationalist army.

Yao Ziqing leaned on his rifle, panting heavily, his body soaked in blood, some of his own, but mostly of the enemy's.

He had no time to rest and immediately sent people to find Zhu Yong's body. He wanted to send the regimental commander's body back to his hometown so that he could return to his roots.

But before he could find Zhu Yong's body, the sound of Japanese soldiers' boots running and officers shouting came from afar. The 300 reinforcements sent by Matsui Iwane had arrived.