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

"Beep—beep—beep!"

The dial tone, indicating the phone had been disconnected, echoed hollowly within the Ninth Army Command.

Zhang Zhizhong stood frozen in place, gripping the microphone tightly, his eyes bloodshot.

"Heh...heh..."

He made a hissing sound like a broken bellows, his chest heaving violently, as if a trapped prehistoric beast was about to burst out of its body.

Endless regret spread through his chest. The guilt towards Zhu Yong and the overwhelming anger towards that foolish order made him feel as if a thousand ants were gnawing at his heart, making it difficult to breathe.

"Commander!"

Seeing Zhang Zhizhong's almost delirious and terrifying state, the chief of staff stepped forward with trepidation and cautiously tried to calm him down.

"Please accept my condolences, Commander Zhu. You were far too resolute; this was the President's order..."

"An order?!" Zhang Zhizhong turned his head sharply, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the chief of staff.

"What kind of bullshit order is this?! My soldiers! My commander! They're charging forward with their lives! They're clearing the way for the entire army with their blood!!"

"Now, he didn't die on the charge; instead, he sacrificed himself for a cause because of an order!"

He slammed his fist hard on the table covered with maps!

"Bang!!"

The sturdy wooden table groaned under its weight, and the pencils and rulers on the map bounced high into the air.

"I don't care about international relations! I don't care about any bullshit conferences! All I know is that my soldiers cannot die in vain! Zhu Yong's blood cannot be shed in vain!"

He grabbed the telegram on the table that had just arrived ordering a halt to the attack, without even glancing at it, and with a sudden burst of strength in his arms—

"Sizzle!!!"

The telegram was forcibly torn in two by him, and then frantically ripped into countless fragments, which he threw into the air like snowflakes.

"Commander! Think it over!"

The adjutant, his face ashen, rushed forward to try and dissuade him, "Disobeying orders is a matter of utmost importance! The President will be furious, and you..."

"Get out of here!!"

Zhang Zhizhong kicked away the chair next to him like an enraged lion.

"A general in the field may disobey some military orders!"

"Today, I, Zhang Zhizhong, will defy this fate! Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up!"

"Even if the president wants to remove me from office or execute me, I will not back down an inch!"

"Even if the King of Heaven himself came, I'm still going to fight this battle today!"

"We must not let our brothers' blood be shed in vain! We must not let Zhu Yong... die in vain!!"

Zhang Zhizhong's roar echoed throughout the command room, leaving the staff officers and officers stunned and speechless.

Zhang Zhizhong whirled around, his gaze sharp as lightning, surveying the crowd before roaring:

"Order!"

"Telegram to the entire army! Colonel Zhu Yong, commander of the 853rd Regiment, the vanguard of the Ninth Army Group, has heroically sacrificed his life at the fourth barricade on Jiangwan Road!"

"His eight hundred brave soldiers, following his dying wish, are launching a desperate charge against the enemy's naval headquarters!"

"In my capacity as Commander-in-Chief of the Ninth Army Group, I hereby order all combat units of the 87th and 88th Divisions to cancel their standby orders and launch a full-scale counter-offensive!"

"Tell all brothers to avenge Commander Zhu! To avenge our fallen compatriots! To kill the enemy and serve our country, today is the day! Those who advance will be rewarded; those who retreat will be killed without mercy!"

"yes!!"

Inside the command center, after a brief moment of shock, everyone roared in unison.

They had been holding back their anger for far too long. Now, the commander-in-chief's defiant disobedience was like opening a floodgate, and their suppressed fighting spirit and rage instantly transformed into a raging inferno.

The order, transmitted via telephone, radio, and messengers, spread like wildfire throughout the entire Shanghai-Nanjing front.

In an instant, the entire Shanghai battlefield was turned upside down.

The Nationalist army positions, which had been somewhat quiet due to the order to halt the attack, suddenly erupted with bugle calls that were louder and more frantic than before.

Under this order, tens of thousands of Nationalist soldiers jumped out of their trenches and charged toward the Japanese positions, surging out like a flood bursting its banks.

A full-scale counter-offensive has begun! The real all-out offensive has commenced!

......

at the same time.

Jiangwan Road.

In the small building next to the fourth barricade.

Zhu Yong is reborn.

[Ding, congratulations on your successful rebirth. 2735 kills have been detected, generating a total of 2735 clones.]

The darkness dissipated, and consciousness reunited.

At this time, Zhang Zhizhong had also issued the order for a general offensive by his entire army.

Zhu Yong was very gratified; at least his suicide attempt had some effect, and Zhang Zhizhong had not disappointed him.

Looking up at the sky, it was probably less than an hour until dawn. By then, the Japanese air force would be able to come to their aid, which was definitely not good news for the National Revolutionary Army.

To end the battle, we must take advantage of the darkness and completely destroy the Japanese command post.

Zhu Yong took a deep breath and then began to summon the entire army.

"Everyone, search for any ammunition and weapons the Japanese have left behind, and replenish all available weapons and ammunition."

"Complete preparations within ten minutes, and launch an attack on the Japanese naval commander ten minutes later!"

At this time, all the ordinary soldiers in his troops had been wiped out, either killed in battle or seriously wounded. The seriously wounded were all sent to the rear. The remaining 3,500-plus people were all his clones.

The clones received the order and immediately began to act.

They rushed out of the building and quickly searched through several bombed-out makeshift ammunition depots belonging to the Japanese. Type 38 rifles, Type 91 light machine guns, even a few relatively intact grenade launchers, and a batch of hand grenades and explosive charges were rapidly distributed.

Although it was not enough to fully equip 3,000 men, the main firepower points were strengthened.

The remaining seven hundred or so people had no weapons, so they could only pick up some bayonets and broadswords from the battlefield to use.

Zhu Yong picked up a Type 24 rifle, pulled the bolt a few times, and found it was still usable, so he made do with it.

Looking at the naval headquarters so close at hand, Zhu Yong knew that the final moment was finally approaching.

If the Japanese naval headquarters can be destroyed, the Japanese will only be able to land in the Baoshan area, at which point the National Revolutionary Army can concentrate all its efforts to defend the coastline.

Ten minutes flew by.

As the last second passed, Zhu Yong gave the final instruction.

"All troops, listen to my command!"

"Target—directly ahead, the Japanese Marine Corps Headquarters!"

"The final assault begins!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"kill!"

The roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly drowning out all the noise on the battlefield.

Zhu Yong took the lead and rushed to the very front of the group.

He and his three thousand clones merged into a torrent, sweeping towards the Japanese soldiers.

The final climax of the Battle of Shanghai has begun!