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

Matsui Iwane was carried out of the headquarters.

Zhu Yong pursued relentlessly.

After passing through a complex network of underground pipes, a light appeared ahead, revealing an exit hidden behind piles of rubble.

Several Japanese guards were building makeshift fortifications at the exit, attempting to cover their commander's evacuation.

"Leave no one alive!" Zhu Yong shouted coldly.

The final battle was brief but intense.

The clones annihilated the remaining guards with overwhelming superiority.

Zhu Yong rushed out of the exit, but it was still dark outside, with only the first light of dawn appearing on the horizon.

He looked up and saw a black sedan roaring its engine in the distance, trying to escape.

Behind the car window was Matsui Iwane's pale and terrified face!

"Don't run!!"

Zhu Yong raised his rifle and aimed!

However, the car had already started to accelerate even though it was quite far away.

Just as he pulled the trigger, the car swerved and escaped the bullet.

As the car disappeared into the dimly lit street, Zhu Yong was powerless to give chase and could only watch helplessly as Matsui Iwane escaped right under his nose.

Left with no other choice, Zhu Yong had to turn back to the Japanese headquarters building.

By this time, the fighting inside the building had basically ended, and the remaining Japanese soldiers had been eliminated.

Bullet holes and still-wet bloodstains were everywhere, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, blood, and burnt documents.

The clones are efficiently clearing the battlefield, seizing weapons, and gathering all valuable intelligence.

Zhu Yong entered Matsui Iwane's command room. The ashes in the brazier were still warm, and most of the documents scattered on the floor were stamped with the top-secret seal.

Zhu Yong was fluent in Japanese and worked with his clones to sort out the telegrams and documents that had not yet been completely destroyed.

"Commander, we've discovered some important telegrams."

One of the clones, carrying a stack of organized documents, strode to Zhu Yong's side, his expression unusually grave.

"These telegrams are communications between the Japanese and the Presidential Palace, as well as the Japanese telegram codes."

"password?"

Zhu Yong's eyes lit up. "Immediately use the codebook to monitor the Japanese channels and see what their next move will be!"

He turned around, took the documents, and the top few were internal Japanese troop deployment orders and battle reports, confirming their previous judgment that the Japanese were short of troops and their headquarters were once empty.

He flipped through the pages quickly, his gaze sweeping over the cold, hard words.

Suddenly, his finger stopped on a copy of a telegram that had been specially marked.

This is a telegram sent to the Presidential Palace in Nanjing.

The telegram was short, but every word was like a cold dagger, piercing Zhu Yong's heart.

"The 853rd Regiment of the 264th Brigade of the 88th Division of the National Revolutionary Army are stubborn elements who disobey orders and undermine the overall peace talks. Their actions have nothing to do with Nanjing."

"You may handle this as you see fit; we will not comment, nor will this affect the peace talks process."

Zhu Yong chewed over these words repeatedly, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.

They even used this disobedient unit as a bargaining chip to curry favor with the enemy, blatantly betraying them.

"Hehe!! Hehe! That's hilarious!"

Zhu Yong let out a low, hoarse laugh, a laugh devoid of warmth, filled only with endless sorrow.

"Commander!"

The clones looked at Zhu Yong, as if they could rush to Jinling at his command.

......

Forward command post.

Zhang Zhizhong, dressed in a slightly worn yellow woolen military uniform, stood in front of the map with a furrowed brow.

He looked worriedly towards Jiangwan Road.

Although he knew that Wang Lei and the others were doomed, he still hoped that a miracle would happen.

Just as he was filled with great anxiety, the door to the confidential room was suddenly pushed open, and a young confidential staff officer almost staggered in, his face showing a mixture of extreme joy and excitement.

"Reporting to the Commander!! Urgent telegram! Urgent telegram from the 853rd Regiment of the 264th Brigade!"

Everyone in the command center was instantly drawn to it.

The 853rd Regiment? This unit has captured the hearts of everyone in the command post.

Zhang Zhi's heart skipped a beat, an inexplicable premonition welling up within him. He said in a deep voice, "Read it!"

The confidential staff officer took a deep breath and tried to calm his voice, but every word still exploded like a bombshell in the command center.

"Our troops successfully captured the Japanese Marine Corps headquarters at approximately 4:30 AM, killing thousands of enemy officers and soldiers, including Chief of Staff Nakamura, and destroying its core command hub. The enemy commander, Matsui Iwane, managed to escape in the chaos, but his command system has been completely paralyzed!"

"Furthermore, we have seized top-secret Japanese documents and codebooks. Confirming key intelligence, we know that the Japanese peace talks are merely a delaying tactic. Their large-scale reinforcements will launch a forced landing tomorrow in the Wusongkou, Shidongkou, and Chuanshakou areas, intending to outflank and encircle our main force in Shanghai!"

"Wang Lei, a member of the Ministry of Personnel, submits a memorial with tears in his eyes, hoping that the Commander-in-Chief will seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, take advantage of the enemy's command failure, launch a full-scale counter-offensive, and annihilate the enemy in Hongkou, Shanghai in one fell swoop."

"Time waits for no one, and opportunities are fleeting! I am willing to lead the remaining troops as the vanguard of the entire army!"

After the telegram was read, the entire command post fell into a deathly silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

All the staff officers stood frozen in place, as if they had been frozen in place.

Their eyes widened, their mouths agape, their faces filled with utter shock, as if they had heard the most unbelievable Arabian Nights tale in the world.

Capture...the Japanese headquarters?

Kill the enemy... Chief of Staff Nakamura?

Matsui Iwane... escaped, but the command system is paralyzed?

The Japanese...are they going to land tomorrow?

These messages, like thunderclaps, exploded one after another in their minds, leaving them dizzy and almost unable to think.

"Are you...are you sure the telegram is correct?!"

Zhang Zhizhong's voice trembled as he snatched the original telegram from the confidential staff officer's hand and quickly scanned it. The more he looked, the more his hands trembled.

"Absolutely true!"

"The password has been verified and the transmission frequency and call sign have also been confirmed to be those used by the 853rd Regiment!" the confidential staff officer excitedly assured.

"Hahaha, hahahaha!!"

Zhang Zhizhong couldn't help but burst into wild laughter.