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

"Order!"

"The 108th Division will immediately launch an attack, coordinating with the frontal defenses to harass the landing enemy!"

The order resounded throughout the headquarters, and the 108th Division, which had not yet completed its reorganization, instantly erupted in excitement.

The new recruits were nervous and apprehensive, but Zhu Yong grinned.

This order was exactly what he wanted.

Going to the front-line trenches to be a line-filling baby would not allow him to utilize his special forces advantages and would also hinder his speed in killing Japanese soldiers.

However, if it were special operations, he could slaughter indiscriminately and use guerrilla warfare to quickly kill a large number of Japanese soldiers.

Tens of thousands of brothers from the 108th Division were summoned. The atmosphere was solemn and efficient. There were no grand pronouncements at the mobilization rally, only tense and orderly organization and preparation.

Standing on the makeshift platform, Wang Lei looked down at the sea of ​​soldiers below. He took a deep breath, and his booming voice echoed throughout the area:

"Brothers, the Commander-in-Chief has ordered us to be like a sharp dagger, plunging into the belly of the Japanese devils!"

"Today, we won't fight a grand battle. We'll break into smaller groups and show the Japanese what a trap is, what it means to be trapped and unable to move an inch!"

"I now order the entire army to break up into smaller units and form combat groups at the company level."

Once the order was given, the entire division began to operate like a sophisticated machine.

With Zhu Yong's 2,800 special forces soldiers at the core, more than 10,000 officers and soldiers were quickly dispersed and regrouped.

Snipers were concentrated and issued scarce rifles with optical sights.

The demolition experts received boxes of explosives and fuses. Machine gunners and ammunition handlers formed fire support groups, while those who were agile were assigned to assault groups, and those who were familiar with the local terrain or had reconnaissance experience joined reconnaissance and communications groups.

Within just a few hours, thirty well-equipped independent combat teams were assembled.

Zhou Weiguo was once again shocked by what he saw.

He had always believed that special operations were something only special forces could accomplish, so it was utterly absurd that Wang Lei was now planning to use 10,000 men for special operations.

Zhou Weiguo couldn't help but whisper to Zhu Yong:

"Chief of Staff Zhu, these people are really capable..."

Zhu Yong's gaze was deep as he said calmly:

"They are all elites. Although they are not at the level of special forces, as long as they are commanded properly, they can still inflict heavy casualties on the Japanese."

"We have no way out now, we have to fight to the death. Commander Zhou, as a special forces soldier, lead a unit to attack the Japanese."

"This battle is not for victory, but to effectively kill the Japanese and delay their advance, so as to buy time for the main force of the National Revolutionary Army in the rear."

"Let's get ready to go."

Night slowly fell.

After intensive preparations, more than 30 teams were ready to go.

Wang Lei gave a final pep talk.

"Gentlemen! We are heading into a situation where there is no support from the rear, and no reinforcements!"

"Though we face nine deaths and one life, we bear the responsibility for the prosperity of China. I urge you all to fight to the death and move forward."

"Remember, our principle is to spare no effort to inflict casualties on the enemy's manpower as our primary objective."

"Let the blood of the Japanese devils stain every inch of Shanghai!"

"Set off!"

Thirty teams, like thirty sharp arrows, pierced straight into the beachhead.

Zhu Yong and Zhou Weiguo formed a team and headed to Songhukou together.

Meanwhile, the Japanese fleet had arrived and was making final preparations for landing.

......

Wusongkou.

"Splash!"

At the port, the sea was surging, and on the surface of the sea, huge shadows resembled crouching behemoths—those were the Japanese Navy's Third Fleet.

The battleships Izumo and Iwate, the heavy cruisers Naka and Haguro, along with dozens of destroyers, frigates, and transport ships, revealed their menacing silhouettes in the faint moonlight.

The unit stationed here is the Third Security Regiment of Jiangsu Province.

This was a security regiment that Zhang Zhizhong had urgently transferred from the rear. They wore variegated military uniforms, and their weapons were mostly old Hanyang rifles, some even with worn-out rifling.

Heavy weapons? Only a few Type 96 rifles.

They lay prone in the hastily dug trenches, anxiously watching the dark sea.

Regiment Commander Li Debiao stared intently at the sea.

"Da da da!"

Suddenly, Li Debiao heard a noise and couldn't help but turn his head to look to the side. It turned out to be the new recruits trembling and chattering.

Li Debiao couldn't help but smile and patted the new recruit Wang Xing on the shoulder.

"Don't be afraid. The commander-in-chief has already said that if you can't win, run. If you really can't win, then run."

Wang Xing nodded firmly. It was his first time on the battlefield, and he was indeed afraid, especially when he saw the terrifying Japanese warships in the distance.

Suddenly, a red light appeared on the sea surface, like the open eye of a demon.

Then came the second, the third... countless red lights suddenly lit up, tearing through the night!

"Fire! Take cover!"

The piercing cries were instantly drowned out.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Only the roar of destruction remained between heaven and earth!

The first salvo was like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart.

Shells from the Japanese battleship's 356mm guns ripped through the sky and slammed into the security regiment's position.

In an instant, mud, sand, and severed limbs were thrown tens of meters into the air!

The massive fireball, accompanied by a shockwave, easily flattened the entire trench.

Human body fragments were mixed with wood chips from the construction site and scattered everywhere.

And this is just the beginning.

Cruiser's 203mm guns, destroyer's 120mm guns... countless shells of all sizes rained down like a storm.

The entire Wusongkou coastline was transformed into a boiling sea of ​​fire.

The continuous bursts of fire illuminated the sky as if it were daytime.

The earth was trembling violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.

The security regiment's position was as fragile as paper in the face of this devastating steel storm.

The trenches were filled in, the machine gun bunkers were blown to pieces, and the soldiers were torn apart by shrapnel before they even had time to scream.

The intense naval gunfire preparation lasted for nearly an hour.

The fortifications that the security regiment had painstakingly built were now unrecognizable, the entire position was riddled with shell craters, and very few soldiers remained.

As the artillery fire began to extend to the rear, countless Japanese landing craft were already rushing towards the beachhead at full speed on the sea.

"The Japanese are coming! Anyone still breathing, get up!! Get to your positions!!!"

Li Debiao struggled to crawl out of the loose soil, half of his face was cut by shrapnel and bleeding profusely, and he roared hoarsely.

Scattered gunfire rang out from the position that had been almost completely leveled.

The surviving security soldiers, dragging their wounded bodies, lay prone at the edge of the shell crater, raising their rifles with trembling hands and firing at the approaching landing craft.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

The machine gunner, clutching his Type 96 machine gun, frantically spat fire at the Japanese soldiers, sending sprays of water flying across the sea.

The Japanese landing craft did not slow down at all, and the light and heavy machine guns and grenade launchers on board began to return fire.

A dense hail of bullets rained down on the Nationalist army's ravaged positions, and soldiers fell one after another, riddled with bullets.

"Thump, thump!"

The landing craft crashed into the mudflats, the hatches were lowered, and Japanese soldiers wearing helmets and carrying bayonets jumped off the boats with howls, wading through knee-deep water, and launched a skirmish.

Just moments ago, Li Debiao was laughing and saying he'd run away if he couldn't win, but now his eyes were red as he roared:

"Brothers! Let's fight those bastards!"

Li Debiao picked up a light machine gun, stood up abruptly, and began firing wildly at the landing Japanese soldiers.

He swept several Japanese soldiers to the ground.

But this also revealed his position, and instantly, more than a dozen rifles and at least one light machine gun were aimed at him.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Commander, watch out!"

New recruit Wang Xing lunged at him and knocked him aside.

"Pfft pfft pfft..."

Bullets rained down on Wang Xing's back. His body trembled violently, and he collapsed limply into Li Debiao's arms, his eyes quickly dimming.

"You little rascal!!!!"

Wang Xing looked at Li Debiao, "Commander... I'm not... a deserter..."

Li Debiao's eyes were bloodshot.

The Japanese troops' charge had already reached the beachhead.

"You little devils, I'll fuck your ancestors!!"

Li Debiao drew his broadsword from his back, roared, and charged forward, engaging the Japanese soldiers in a fierce hand-to-hand battle.