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

Everyone understood what occupying the Japanese headquarters truly meant.

Now that the Japanese command center has been destroyed and the Japanese are leaderless, victory for the National Revolutionary Army is just around the corner.

However, the chief of staff raised a fatal question.

"Commander, the main Japanese force will land tomorrow!"

"Once the Japanese reinforcements successfully land and form a pincer movement, the 700,000-strong main force of the Nationalist army on the Shanghai battlefield will face annihilation!"

"The best course of action now is to eliminate the enemy at Hongkou first, only in this way can we avoid fighting on two fronts."

"This is a golden opportunity! A once-in-a-lifetime chance!"

"With the Japanese headquarters destroyed and their command system paralyzed, and the landing forces yet to arrive, the enemy at Hongkou is leaderless and has become a frightened bird!"

"If you don't take what Heaven offers, you'll suffer the consequences!"

"Yes, Commander!"

An operations staff officer excitedly pointed to the map, "Look! The enemy's core position has been breached; their various units will inevitably fall into chaos!"

"If our army can seize this opportunity to concentrate the entire main force of the 87th, 88th, and 36th Divisions and launch a fierce attack on the Yangshupu, Huishan Wharf, and Gongda Cotton Mill line, we will surely break through in one fell swoop and annihilate the enemy entrenched in Hongkou and Yangshupu!"

"Commander, the intelligence sent by Regiment Commander Wang is absolutely accurate!"

"The Japanese are landing tomorrow! We must get there first and eliminate the enemy in the city! Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"Commander, give the order!"

The command post erupted in chaos, with all the staff officers crowding around, their faces filled with unprecedented urgency.

They had been suppressed for too long, sacrificing so many brothers, yet the battle had dragged on for so long.

Now, the dawn of a breakthrough is in sight, and everyone is filled with excitement, eager to grab their guns and rush to the front lines.

The order was like a tight band around his head, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

On one side was a fleeting opportunity that could determine the fate of the nation; on the other was a clear order from the Supreme Command.

On one side is the miracle won with the blood and lives of soldiers on the front lines, and on the other side is the dirty deals that politicians in the rear may be making.

He slowly closed his eyes, his mind flashing back to countless young faces falling on the front lines, the expectant eyes of the people of Shanghai, and the resolute "tearful appeal" in Wang Lei's telegram.

Soldiers take it upon themselves to protect their country and its people; when a general is in the field, he may disobey orders from the emperor!

A surge of heat rushed to my head.

"Order!!"

Everyone perked up, straightened their backs, and looked intently at him.

"Immediately mobilize all reserves, with the 87th, 88th, and 36th Divisions as the core, and concentrate all artillery fire! Launch a fierce attack on Yangshupu, Huishan Wharf, and Gongda Cotton Mill!"

"Tell Sun Yuanliang, Wang Jingjiu, and Song Xilian! I don't care about casualty figures! I only want the positions! By today, you must annihilate the enemy in Hongkou and Yangshupu, and wipe out all Japanese strongholds in Shanghai!"

"Order the 55th Division and other units in the Pudong direction to closely monitor the Huangpu River and the Pudong coastline, be vigilant against infiltration by small Japanese units and naval artillery attacks, and hold the flanks at all costs!"

"Immediately contact Nanjing and inform the Supreme Command that the Japanese peace talks are a complete deception, intended to cover their landing operation. Our army has seized the opportunity and launched a general offensive. We earnestly request the Chairman to investigate thoroughly, quickly dispatch reinforcements, and coordinate the overall response to the Japanese landing."

"that's all!"

"Not a single word changed!"

He glanced at each of his colleagues in the command post and said in a deep voice:

"Gentlemen, the fate of our nation rests on this!"

"Yes, Commander!"

......

Jinling.

Huangpu Road, the Presidential Residence.

Jinling treated the 853rd Regiment's attack as an individualistic act, leaving it to Matsui Iwane to handle at will.

Now that the telegram has been sent for about half an hour, the 853rd Regiment must have been completely wiped out.

Just then, footsteps sounded at the door.

Gu Zhutong, Chen Cheng, and others arrived together.

"Extremely urgent!"

"How is it? Has the 853rd Regiment been completely wiped out?"

"Hmph, disobeying orders deserves to die!"

Gu Zhutong, Chen Cheng, and the others had very strange expressions and said hesitantly:

"The 853rd Regiment...was not completely wiped out..."

"Oh? It seems the 853rd Regiment obeyed orders and retreated, letting the Japanese off the hook."

"Arrogant and reckless, he deserves to die!"

The bald man went from initial impatience to astonishment, to disbelief, and finally to a furious outburst after being intensely shocked.

"Smack!" He slammed his hand on the mahogany desk, making the teacups and pen holders on the desk jump around!

"Damn it!!!"