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

As the artillery crew behind them advanced with a barrage of fire, the assault team had already closed to within fifty meters of the Japanese troops.

"kill!!!"

Six hundred special forces soldiers, like six hundred deadly crossbow bolts released from a bow, burst forth from the smoke of battle.

When the Japanese soldiers regained their senses from the explosion, they were met with countless gleaming bayonets pressed against their foreheads.

"Baka yarou!!"

The garrison commander shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice trembling with fear, "Fix bayonets!! Fix bayonets immediately!!"

The remaining Japanese soldiers frantically raised their bayonets and charged towards the Nationalist army, roaring as they did so.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Baka!!"

"Onboard!"

In an instant, two torrents representing different wills collided violently!

The screams, the agonizing sounds of cold weapons slicing into flesh, and the dull thud of gun butts smashing bones mingled together, creating a scene straight out of hell.

Inside the third barricade, swords clashed and blood splattered, turning the entire barricade red in just a few dozen seconds.

In the early stages of the war, the invading Japanese soldiers were all veterans; they were fierce, cruel, and highly skilled in bayonet fighting.

The Nationalist army often had to pay three or even five times the price to kill a Japanese soldier.

So even when they were suddenly attacked, the Japanese never thought of retreating. In their eyes, the Nationalist army was full of weaklings and not worth mentioning.

What they never expected was that the Nationalist troops attacking this time were all elite special forces soldiers who could fight against hundreds of enemies single-handedly.

These clones of Zhu Yong possessed all of Zhu Yong's killing skills, and they vividly demonstrated the terror of war weapons.

Every action is extremely efficient, direct, and deadly.

Often, before the Japanese soldiers' bayonets even came at them, they would have already made a dodge maneuver and, in the process, plunged their bayonets into the Japanese soldiers' throats.

In a one-on-one fight, the Japanese were no match for them.

Even when facing two opponents, the Japanese soldiers often ended up with one dead and one crippled.

Every muscle in their robust bodies seemed to have been tempered millions of times. Their existence was solely for killing, aiming to eliminate the enemy in the shortest time with the least amount of energy.

The bayonet fighting skills that the Japanese soldiers were so proud of were like toys in front of Zhu Yong's clones, offering almost no resistance.

This can no longer be called a fight; it's outright slaughter.

The Japanese soldiers quickly realized how terrifying the enemy was.

Their eyes went from initial disdain to horror, and finally to utter despair.

Blood, like cheap red paint, was indiscriminately splattered on the dilapidated fortifications.

The assault team soldiers were all covered in blood. The more than 300 Japanese soldiers who were originally stationed there were slaughtered like vegetables, with no power to resist.

Severed limbs, protruding internal organs, and shattered skulls were common sights on the battlefield.

This place has become a living hell.

However, just as the assault team was wreaking havoc, a battalion of Japanese reinforcements arrived on the battlefield.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Several slightly chaotic but powerful explosions suddenly erupted in front of the assault team.

"Boom!"

The assault team immediately suffered heavy losses, with at least fifty clones killed or seriously injured.

"hidden!!"

The leader of the assault team shouted sternly.

The clones quickly ducked into nearby cover, observing the enemy that had just arrived on the other side.

"Report!! Large number of Japanese reinforcements spotted to the left front! At least a full battalion in size!"

"The enemy is approaching rapidly; it looks like they intend to retake the third barricade."

Zhu Yong quickly spotted the Japanese reinforcements through his clone's vision.

This made his heart sink. Matsui Iwane, that old dog, was too sharp. If this battalion had arrived five minutes later, he could have taken down the third barricade.

With the strong fortifications of the Third Barricade, he could easily repel the Japanese reinforcements.

But now the Japanese reinforcements are almost here, and there are still remnants of Japanese troops at the Third Barracks. If we want to capture the Third Barracks, we have to send the entire army in.

At this moment, in front of the third barricade, like a torrent of yellow mud and rocks bursting from a dam, countless Japanese soldiers poured out.

They wore somewhat comical caps and carried long Type 38 rifles, their gleaming bayonets reflecting a chilling light in the dim light.

"Give me a duck!!"

"Hayaku!! Hayaku!!"

The Japanese soldiers howled like wolves, charging towards the third barricade in a skirmish line combined with a dense charge formation.

The Japanese commander's intention was clear: to use their overwhelming numerical superiority to encircle and annihilate Zhu Yong's 600-man assault team from both inside and outside.

The remaining barricade defenders, whose morale had already collapsed, were given a shot of adrenaline upon seeing the overwhelming reinforcements. Their desperate eyes were rekindled with a mad light, and their resistance instantly became fierce and stubborn.

In an instant, the situation on the battlefield took a sharp turn for the worse!

The influx of thousands of fresh troops, like a tidal wave, plunged the already fiercely fighting vanguard clones into a predicament of being attacked from both sides.

Even so, the five hundred clones fought to the death and refused to retreat, and for a time, the two sides were deadlocked at the third barricade.

With the situation at this point, Zhu Yong had no choice. He suddenly roared behind him:

"Reserves, follow me!!"

The brave wins when we meet on a narrow road.

Whether we live or die depends on fate.

Zhu Yong did not hesitate and sent the entire army forward.

At this moment, any hesitation would mean all previous efforts were in vain. Only by going all out and confronting this last remaining force of the Japanese could we completely defeat them and clear the way to the Japanese naval headquarters.

"kill!!!"

An even more ferocious roar, containing the will to destroy everything, caused the remaining nine hundred-plus clones to abandon all light and heavy machine guns and mortars, and all of them, armed with Type 24 rifles, to charge toward the third barricade.

Zhu Yong took the lead and smashed into the third barricade with overwhelming force.

"boom!"

The two sides clashed again, and the entire Third Barricade and the surrounding vast area were in complete uproar.

More than three thousand soldiers engaged in the most brutal and fierce hand-to-hand combat since the Battle of Shanghai in the narrow area of ​​the Third Barricade, which had been repeatedly ravaged by artillery fire.

Without a clear battle line, the two sides fought like two swarms of ants, frantically killing the enemy in front of them.

Everywhere you look, there are flashing bayonets, and figures wrestling and fighting, with blood and flesh splattering everywhere. Both sides are fighting to the death.