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

[Ding! Detected that the host has killed 1321 people. This allows you to create 1321 clones. Regenerate immediately?]

"yes!"

Zhu Yong's consciousness began to return, and his clones began to form.

The once spacious area quickly became extremely crowded, with silent figures appearing one after another within it.

They varied in height, weight, and appearance; some were young with a touch of childishness, while others were older with the marks of time etched around their eyes.

This time, however, after everyone was reborn, they were all assigned a gray military uniform and worn-out cloth shoes or straw sandals, making them look like Sichuan soldiers.

Zhu Yong looked around. This was a three-story building at the intersection of Baoshan Road, which was also Zhu Yong's secret arms storage point.

Last time, I gave Zhang Zhizhong a lot of weapons, and half of them were placed here.

"Grab all available weapons! Replenish ammunition! Target: the breach in the second barricade on Jiangwan Road!"

The clones each went to retrieve their weapons.

Zhu Yong picked out a 98K rifle for himself and then put on a steel helmet.

After his clones had taken all the rifles, mortars, and grenades, Zhu Yong didn't hesitate at all and led his men straight to Jiangwan Road.

"March at full speed! Rush to the aid of our brothers!"

"yes!"

The next moment, this silent army, like a ghostly legion returning from hell, surged out of the three-story building swiftly and orderly, rushing towards Jiangwan Road.

……

Jiangwan Road, ruins of the second barricade.

Yao Ziqing had just won a victory here, but now he was in despair.

The Japanese reinforcements arrived too quickly; Baoshan Battalion didn't even have time to rebuild its defensive positions.

If it weren't for the deputy regimental commander leading the brothers of the 3rd Battalion, who bravely stood at the forefront, the defensive line would probably have been breached by the Japanese by now.

Even so, the situation continues to deteriorate.

The Japanese had strong firepower, and the Japanese on the other side were well-equipped. In addition to the standard Type 38 rifle, they also had at least twelve Type 96 light machine guns and four heavy machine guns.

They brought five Type 89 grenade launchers and two mortars!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The grenade launcher caused numerous casualties.

The elite Japanese soldiers were highly skilled in using grenade launchers, hitting almost any target within 100 meters. In such small-scale conflicts, they were even more terrifying than mortars.

Zhu Yong's clone and Yao Ziqing were pinned down inside the bunker ruins, fighting desperately.

Yao Ziqing was in a bad situation. His left arm had been grazed by a bullet, leaving a deep wound that exposed the bone. Despite the simple bandage, blood was still seeping out, staining the gray sleeve of his military uniform dark red.

His old wounds reopened, his face was deathly pale, and his legs were trembling.

But he remained steadfast in his position.

"Brothers, hold the line!! This was won with the commander's life, even if we die, we will hold it!! We swear to never retreat!"

Yao Ziqing roared angrily, his gums almost crushed.

"No refund! No refund!!!"

Baoshan Battalion roared behind Yao Ziqing, every man ready to die.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Mortar shells, with their distinctive, mournful whistling, pierced the night sky and landed precisely on the hastily constructed makeshift positions of Baoshan Camp, exploding into bursts of fire mixed with mud, gravel, and severed limbs.

More than a dozen brothers fell in pools of blood, never to rise again.

The Japanese 50mm mortars were incredibly lethal to light infantry, ruthlessly reaping lives like the scythe of death.

In a short period of time, the remaining Baoshan Camp was reduced to less than two hundred people, and Zhu Yong's clones were reduced from seven hundred to three hundred.

The battlefield has reached its most desperate moment.

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

The Japanese light and heavy machine guns formed a fire network, suppressing the Nationalist army.

Even though the Nationalist soldiers were full of patriotism and had a heart to serve their country, their flesh and blood could not ultimately withstand the torrent of steel.

"Battalion Commander! The Third Company Commander has been killed! The Japanese firepower is too intense! Brothers... brothers, we can't hold on much longer!"

A company commander, his face covered in gunpowder and blood, crawled to Yao Ziqing's side, his voice trembling with sobs and heart-wrenching pain.

Yao Ziqing watched his brothers fall one after another, and saw those familiar faces disappear in the explosions and hail of bullets, and felt an immense grief in his heart.

The Ninth Battalion, an elite force he had personally trained, he could call out the name of every single one of his brothers.

But now, after a series of bloody battles, of the original more than a thousand brothers, less than two hundred are still able to fight.

Yao Ziqing was filled with sorrow, but the battle had come to this point, so there was no reason to retreat.

"Even if we can't hold on, we have to!"

Yao Ziqing roared loudly, his voice hoarse like a broken gong.

"Commander, to blow up this barricade, you and your brothers all sacrificed yourselves!"

"If we can't hold the breach they risked their lives to create, how can we face them?! How can we face those brothers who faced death without fear?!"

"Fight to the death!! Even if we die, we'll die here!!"

"Fight to the death!! Fight to the death!!"

At this moment, both Baoshan Battalion and the Third Battalion roared to the sky and shouted as they fought fiercely.

The five hundred men shouted in unison, startling the Japanese soldiers on the other side.

Major Kobayashi, the commander of the Japanese squad, quickly ordered his men to fire flares and took out his binoculars to carefully observe the movements on the other side.

Then he saw the Nationalist troops on the other side, who were being suppressed by their own men and could only hide in their bunkers, barely clinging to life. He immediately revealed a cruel and satisfied smile.

He lowered his binoculars, brandished his military knife, and shouted the order:

"Duck and chicken, please!"

"Warriors of the Empire, slaughter these stubborn Chinese pigs! Avenge the warriors who perished!"

The Japanese soldiers immediately let out beast-like howls, brandishing their Type 38 rifles, and spread out their battle formation, pressing towards the enemy.

The Japanese soldiers had just rushed out of their bunkers and were still very cautious, continuing to advance along the bunkers.

But seeing that there was no movement on the other side, their courage instantly grew, and they began to charge forward with great bravado.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, one hundred meters, eighty meters, fifty meters, and when they were just thirty meters apart, Zhu Yong's deputy commander clone suddenly roared:

"beat!"

After saying that, the deputy regimental commander was the first to lean out of his cover, pick up his light-handled rifle, and start firing at the Japanese soldiers.

Yao Ziqing also led the Baoshan Battalion, frantically throwing grenades at the other side.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

"Boom boom boom!"

A hail of bullets swept towards the Japanese soldiers, instantly knocking down more than a dozen of them.

More than a dozen grenades arced through the air, exploding amidst the Japanese charging formation, sending up plumes of smoke that made the Japanese scream in terror.

But the Japanese soldiers only paused slightly before charging forward even more frantically.

The 853rd Regiment had almost run out of ammunition. After the initial attack, they were unable to inflict widespread casualties on the Japanese. The remaining Japanese soldiers eventually stormed into the second barricade.

At this moment, the 853rd Regiment had just finished a fierce battle and was at a disadvantage in terms of physical strength. Facing the Japanese soldiers' hand-to-hand combat, they were finding it extremely difficult to resist.

Even Zhu Yong's clones could only contend with the Japanese soldiers; the price they paid to capture the second barricade was simply too high.

Seeing that the assault team had already stormed into the Nationalist army's position, Major Kobayashi, the Japanese commander, no longer hesitated and immediately ordered the entire army to charge.

More than two hundred Japanese soldiers swarmed toward the second barricade. Once they broke through the barricade, the fate of the National Revolutionary Army would be the same: total annihilation.

A look of utter despair flashed in Yao Ziqing's eyes. He took one last look at his fallen comrades, then detonated the last grenade. He was going to die together with the Japanese soldiers who were charging at him.

At this critical moment, a dense sound of footsteps suddenly came from the street behind him.