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

headquarters.

The entire building was still filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and blood.

Zhu Yong is resting with his 2,800 clones.

The atmosphere in the camp was solemn and steely; not a single sound was uttered by the 2,800 men, all maintaining Zhu Yong's military discipline.

If someone were to walk into the building at this moment, they would feel as if the entire building were dead.

But it was precisely because these clones all possessed an iron will and the combat skills of special forces that they were able to win battle after battle and finally destroy the Japanese command post.

Zhu Yong was sitting on the top floor, his eyes closed as if he were dozing, pondering the situation ahead.

Now that the remaining Japanese troops in the city have been eliminated, it is highly likely that the Japanese will not land in the city to provide support again. Instead, they will land from places like Shanghai and Songhu.

The battlefield shifted from the city center to the suburbs.

The Songhu Port is close to the coast, and the Japanese navy's large-caliber ships could provide artillery support to the Japanese at any time.

It should be noted that the battleships and heavy cruisers of the Japanese Navy's Third and Fourth Fleets were equipped with heavy guns of 356 mm and 203 mm, whose power far exceeded that of any artillery in the army.

In the decisive battle against the Japanese on the beachhead, the Nationalist soldiers were essentially using their own flesh and blood to fight against the steel storm.

He recalled that it was due to command errors that entire companies and battalions of the defending troops in Luodian, Baoshan and other places were covered by the Japanese naval gunfire, resulting in extremely heavy casualties.

They abandoned the static positional defense along the first line of coastline and instead implemented a defense in depth.

We can first use a small number of elite troops, along with pre-set minefields, obstacles, and limited artillery, to conduct layer-by-layer blocking, harassment, and delay against the Japanese landing force.

This will buy time for subsequent troops to deploy.

If possible, Zhu Yong could send out his own clones to conduct special operations, carrying out guerrilla warfare attacks on the Japanese beachheads, supply depots, and command posts.

Then, by using precision shooting, they sniped Japanese officers, artillery observers, engineers, and other technical personnel, slowing down the Japanese advance inland.

Meanwhile, the main force of the National Army took this opportunity to build a core defense system in the city and its suburbs, especially in places like Dachang, Nanxiang, Zhabei, and Jiangwan.

This place is close to the city and has complex terrain. The Japanese naval guns dare not fire indiscriminately, and their tank and armored forces will also be tied down. It is the perfect time for a decisive battle.

Instead of trying to win a decisive battle, we should fight a war of attrition against the Japanese inland.

If we can hold out in Shanghai for one to two years, the Japanese will definitely not be able to hold out, and that will be the time for the National Revolutionary Army to counterattack.

Unfortunately, Zhu Yong was just a minor regimental commander and didn't even have the right to offer advice to Chiang Kai-shek.

He might even be executed on the spot by Chiang Kai-shek for violating military orders.

Just as Zhu Yong was lost in thought, the sound of a car engine and horses' hooves suddenly came from outside the building, growing louder as they approached.

Then, a sound suddenly rang out.

"The Commander-in-Chief has arrived!"

The entire camp was instantly alerted.

Zhu Yong stood on the top floor and looked down, only to see a large group of high-ranking Kuomintang officers below, their shoulders covered with stars.

The visitor was none other than Zhang Zhizhong, the commander-in-chief of the Ninth Army Group.

He was dressed in a crisp general's uniform. Although he looked tired, his eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and his steps were steady and powerful.

Behind him followed the army group chief of staff, adjutant, and a group of guards.

Zhu Yong shifted his attention to Wang Lei, then quickly stepped forward, saluted Zhang Zhizhong, and said in a loud voice:

"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief! The 853rd Independent Regiment directly under the Ninth Army Group of the National Revolutionary Army, Commander Wang Lei, is currently resting and awaiting orders! Please give instructions!"

Zhang Zhizhong did not immediately return the salute, but looked around. He saw the tattered military flag, the blood-stained bandages, and the resolute eyes of the soldiers of the 853rd Regiment.

He could even sense the intense killing intent emanating from these warriors, which showed no restraint even when facing him.

"A truly ferocious and ruthless army! They really are a ferocious and ruthless army!!"

Zhang Zhizhong looked on with admiration, seemingly understanding why Wang Lei had managed to breach the Japanese headquarters.

He solemnly raised his hand and returned a standard military salute to Wang Lei, and even more so to all the officers and soldiers.

"Commander Wang, brothers, you've worked hard!"

"I, on behalf of the Ninth Army Group, and even more so on behalf of 400 million compatriots, have come to visit you and express my gratitude!"

"You are the heroes of China!"

There were no fancy words, but every sentence carried immense weight, striking a chord in the hearts of every officer and soldier.

Zhang Zhizhong took a document sealed with sealing wax from his adjutant beside him, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

"Now, read the presidential decree!"

"The 853rd Regiment will be expanded into the 108th Division of the National Revolutionary Army, comprising three brigades and six regiments, and directly under the command of the army group headquarters."

"Wang Lei, former colonel and commander of the 853rd Regiment, is hereby promoted to major general and appointed commander of the 108th Division!"

"Zhu Yong, former commander of the 853rd Regiment and a brigade commander who died a heroic death, is posthumously awarded the rank of Lieutenant General, given preferential treatment, and permitted to be enshrined in the Martyrs' Shrine!"

"The personnel and equipment needed by the 108th Division will be allocated with priority by the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Logistics Department, and replenished within a specified time!"

After the order was read out, the camp was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Immediately, thunderous cheers erupted.

However, out of respect for Zhang Zhizhong, he still had to give him a token of appreciation.

"Long live!"

"Long live China!!"

Wang Lei was so excited that his body trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and saluted Zhang Zhizhong again.

"Your humble servant Wang Lei, and all officers and soldiers of the 108th Division, thank the Party and the State for their cultivation, and thank the Commander-in-Chief for his promotion! We will surely serve the country to the death to repay the nation's kindness!"

Zhang Zhizhong stepped forward and patted Wang Lei heavily on the shoulder: "Commander Wang, you bear a heavy responsibility! The bones of the 108th Division were forged with the blood and flesh of the heroes of the 853rd Regiment! This banner must not fall!"

"Please rest assured, Commander-in-Chief! As long as there is one person left in the 108th Division, the flag will stand!" Wang Lei said resolutely.

Even after reaching the top floor, the stench of blood still lingered.

However, Zhang Zhizhong's gaze was drawn to a huge map hanging in the hall.