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

"Da da da da!"

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

The firing ports on the outer wall of the Japanese headquarters building, the machine gun nests on the roof, and the firing ports of the surrounding bunkers spewed countless tongues of fire, forming an almost impenetrable crossfire network.

Bullets struck the concrete ground and ruins, sending up a trail of sparks and debris with a sickening thud.

The clones at the forefront fell like mowing grass, their blood instantly staining the path ahead.

"Suppressive fire! Demolition team, target the bunker on the left!" Zhu Yong roared.

The clone immediately set up the captured Type 96 machine gun and began suppressive fire on the building's firing positions.

Meanwhile, a three-man demolition team, carrying explosives, crawled forward using the terrain, attempting to approach the bunker that was spitting fire.

However, they had only rushed a dozen meters when they were all shot down by bullets fired from the side.

"Right side! We'll bypass that area of ​​ruins on the right!" Zhu Yong quickly adjusted his tactics.

Some of the clones, relying on superhuman speed and agility, moved like ghosts through the ruins, trying to find a breakthrough from the flanks.

However, the Japanese headquarters had an extremely well-developed defense system, with concealed firing positions deployed on its flanks as well. The outflanking clone was once again met with a head-on attack, suffering heavy casualties.

Every meter forward comes at the cost of lives.

Of the original 3,500 men, the number had dwindled to less than 3,000 in just over ten minutes of charging.

Zhu Yong himself also narrowly escaped death several times, with bullets grazing his scalp and shrapnel whistling around him.

His eyes were cold, and his brain was like a high-speed computer, frantically analyzing the location of the Japanese firing positions, blind spots, and possible weaknesses through countless shared perspectives.

"No! A frontal or flank assault would be too costly!" Zhu Yong realized that he had to change his strategy.

"Cease the frontal assault! All units, infiltrate in small groups! Prioritize the use of grenades and explosive charges to eliminate outer firing positions!"

"Sniper, find an opportunity to take out the observation post and machine gunner on the roof!"

Once the order is given, the attack method changes immediately.

Instead of launching large-scale group attacks, the clones broke into smaller units, gradually eroding the Japanese defenses like water droplets seeping into sand.

These clones are themselves elite special forces soldiers; their individual combat capabilities far surpass those of ordinary people.

One of the clones rolled behind a low wall and threw a smoking grenade precisely into a firing port.

"Boom!" The machine guns inside the bunker fell silent.

Taking advantage of the moment when his comrade sacrificed himself to draw fire, another clone rushed to another bunker and stuffed a cluster grenade into the ventilation shaft.

"Boom!" The bunker was blown into the air.

On the rooftop, a Japanese machine gunner who was firing wildly suddenly tilted his head to the side, revealing a bloody hole between his eyebrows.

The battle entered its most brutal phase: capturing key points, which is exactly what the clones excel at.

The casualties among the detachments continued, but the Japanese defensive strongpoints were being eliminated one by one.

Inside the command post, Matsui Iwane kept a close eye on the external situation through the still-intact internal communication and observation ports.

As he heard the firing positions being pulled out one by one, the despair on his face deepened, and the veins on his hand gripping the military knife bulged from the force.

"Hold on! You must hold on!"

He screamed into the microphone, but his voice had lost its previous strength.

He could hear the explosions and shouts of killing getting closer and closer outside the building, and he could even feel the building itself vibrating slightly from the explosions.

Just as the headquarters' defenses were about to be completely breached, Zhu Yong seized a brief opening in the Japanese firepower.

"Second group, concentrate all remaining explosives and blow up the bottom wall of the southeast corner of the building, where the structure may be relatively weak."

"Groups 4, 5, and 6, provide full-force covering fire!"

Braving a hail of bullets, hundreds of clones gathered all the collected explosive packs and piled them up against a wall in the southeast corner of the headquarters building.

The Japanese bullets rained down like water, and the demolition team members fell one after another, but the people behind them immediately took their place without hesitation.

"Detonate!!"

With a roar, the last surviving demolition expert pulled the fuse, only to be shot himself.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar, no less powerful than Tanida's previous self-destruction, resounded.

A huge burst of fire and thick smoke suddenly erupted from the southeast corner of the headquarters building, and a massive breach was blasted open in the thick reinforced concrete wall.

Broken steel bars were twisted and exposed, surrounded by smoke and dust.

"The breach has been opened! All troops, charge! Push forward! Push forward with everything!!"

Zhu Yong roared hoarsely and was the first to leap out from behind the cover, bayonet in hand, like a tiger descending a mountain.

Behind him, all the remaining clones let out a deafening roar, like a flood bursting its banks, surging into the last stronghold of the Japanese devils.

Inside the building.

The Japanese soldiers guarding the area were stunned by the loud noise. Before they could react, Zhu Yong had already led his clones and charged over in a mighty force.

"kill!!!"

With a thunderous roar, Zhu Yong was the first to rush into the building.

The battle became even more intense.

Zhu Yong's clones surged into every corner of the building like a flood. In the Japanese headquarters, close-quarters battles raged everywhere—in the corridors, rooms, and stairwells.

The Japanese resistance was exceptionally fierce; they knew there was no way out.

But Zhu Yong's clones were even more fearless, and even if they died, they would take one or two Japanese soldiers with them.

The fiercest fighting took place inside the building. The Japanese soldiers who were originally defending the perimeter rushed towards the headquarters like madmen after hearing that it had been attacked.

In the command room on the top floor, Matsui Iwane heard the intense gunfire and roars coming from downstairs. He realized that the Nationalist army of the 853rd Regiment had broken in.

"Sir! The Chinese army has stormed the building. Please evacuate immediately through the secret passage!"

Several loyal guards rushed in, shouting urgently.

"Retreat?? No, I'll die with headquarters!!"

Matsui Iwane gritted his teeth; he absolutely could not accept his defeat.

Nakamura, however, advised, "Commander, you cannot afford to have anything happen to you here. The overall situation in Shanghai still needs your leadership."

"You should leave now. I will lead the warriors of the Empire to hold this place."

"I'm not leaving!!"

Matsui Iwane roared.

However, Nakamura saw that the situation was becoming increasingly critical and there was really no time left. He could only knock Matsui Iwane unconscious and have the guards take him away.

Nakamura, along with the remaining guards, continued to hold their ground and burned all the confidential documents from headquarters.

Nakamura wanted to duel with Zhu Yong, but Zhu Yong slit his throat with a single blow, sending him to meet the Emperor.

Zhu Yong's gaze swept across the room and immediately locked onto the entrance to a hidden passage that was not yet completely closed.

"Chase!" Without any hesitation, he immediately led his men in.

The remaining five clones stayed behind to organize the confidential documents; Zhu Yong was determined not to allow Matsui Iwane to escape.

The passageway was dark and winding, filled with the smells of mildew and gunpowder.

Occasionally, some Japanese soldiers, lagging behind, would put up desperate resistance, but they were quickly dealt with by the clones.

Zhu Yong could sense that Matsui Iwane was not far ahead.