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

"Give me a duck!"

"Kill those little devils!!"

Angry roars echoed on the beach as the security regiment soldiers brandished their broadswords, hacking at the heads of the Japanese soldiers.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh echoed through the billowing smoke.

The Japanese soldiers surged in like a tide, but the security regiment stood firm like a rock in the tide, stubbornly resisting the Japanese attack.

"Fight to the death!! Never retreat!!"

"Fight to the death!!"

Under Li Debiao's furious roar, the morale of the security regiment was ignited; even if they died, they would take a Japanese soldier with them.

"kill!!"

"kill!!"

The charging Japanese soldiers kept falling down.

An entire battalion was actually driven back by Li Debiao.

"Roar!! Roar!!"

The security guards roared to the sky.

Their joy was short-lived, as the piercing sound of something cutting through the air began again.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

"Boom!"

The naval guns began to fire again, and the already exhausted security force was now truly at its wit's end.

The bombing continued for another twenty minutes, followed by the Japanese army's second charge.

These Japanese soldiers were well-trained, skilled in bayonet fighting, and worked together seamlessly.

The security regiment was shelled, suffering heavy casualties, and faced another Japanese attack, ultimately unable to withstand it.

The close-quarters combat lasted for another half hour.

When the last soldier from the security regiment, carrying a satchel charge, charged into the Japanese ranks, he was riddled with bullets and exploded, the Wusongkou position fell into complete silence.

The Third Security Regiment of Jiangsu Province, from its commander Li Debiao down, consisted of more than 2,000 officers and soldiers, all of whom died in battle; none survived.

The Japanese soldiers occupied the beachhead, laughing arrogantly, and then began their landing operation.

About a kilometer away from the Wusongkou position, there is a high ground in a river branch covered with reeds and shrubs.

Zhu Yong and Zhou Weiguo's special operations team are quietly lying in ambush here.

They blended seamlessly into their environment, thanks to the perfect camouflage provided by vegetation and terrain.

Through a high-powered telescope, Zhou Weiguo clearly saw everything that was happening at the Wusongkou position.

He saw how the naval guns turned the position into scorched earth, how the security regiment soldiers fell like wheat being harvested, how brutal the final hand-to-hand combat was, and he also witnessed the heroic sacrifice of Commander Li and the last soldier.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood.

A murderous intent that seemed about to burst through his chest surged within him.

"Beasts! These beasts!"

Zhou Weiguo growled, grabbing the sniper rifle beside him. "I'm going to kill them!"

Just as he was about to get up, a steady and powerful hand pressed down on his shoulder like an iron clamp.

It's Zhu Yong.

Zhu Yong's face was equally cold, but his eyes were like a deep, still pool.

"Calm down, Commander Zhou."

Zhu Yong's voice was deep, yet carried an undeniable power: "Going out now would be pointless, except for us and this squad being torn to shreds by the ship's cannons like our brothers in the security regiment."

"Are we just going to stand by and watch them..." Zhou Weiguo's eyes were bloodshot.

"Patience is for the sake of more effective killing."

Zhu Yong's gaze swept past the reeds and coldly landed on the beach. "What we need to do is not to act rashly, but to wait for the right opportunity to kill the Japanese with the least possible cost."

"Don't let the sacrifices of our security brothers go to waste."

Zhou Weiguo was stopped by Zhu Yong. He angrily pounded the ground and could only continue to endure it.

As time passed, the Japanese soldiers, like ants, continuously carried various supplies from the warship.

In the blink of an eye, half a day had passed, and night began to fall.

Zhu Yong and his brothers stayed in the reed marshes, waiting for their chance.

Zhou Weiguo was young and somewhat impatient. He didn't know how long he had to wait and kept trying to take the initiative.

But Zhu Yong only told him to be patient. Special operations are all about striking once and for all, and escaping thousands of miles away. Without patience, special operations are impossible to complete.

Zhu Yong waited until midnight before his opportunity finally arrived.

......

At this moment, the beach was ablaze with firelight, illuminating the entire beach as if it were daytime.

A group of Japanese officers, surrounded by a squad of elite guards, boarded the newly occupied Wusongkou position.

The leader was short and stocky, wearing the rank of colonel and holding a command sword; he was clearly a high-ranking Japanese officer.

It was Major General Jinichiro Sakamoto, the commander of the advance detachment for the Japanese landing operation.

Sakamoto stepped on the still-warm corpses of the defenders and the charred soil, covering his nose with his white-gloved hand, seemingly disgusted by the blood and gunpowder smell in the air.

He looked around at the hellish scene and a contemptuous grin spread across his face.

"See that? These are the Chinese soldiers—poorly equipped, poorly trained, all they know is to charge like pigs, then get crushed like ants!"

Sakata said with a tone full of sarcasm:

"This so-called resistance is nothing but a laughingstock!"

"The warriors of the Empire will continue their advance, and show these inferior races what true war is!"

"I believe that in less than three months, the empire will be able to destroy China and thus dominate the whole of Asia."

The adjutant nodded obsequiously, fully agreeing with Sakata's idea.

All of this was observed by Zhu Yong and Zhou Weiguo.

Zhou Weiguo had studied lip reading, and he was so angry at Sakata's words that he trembled all over and almost bit his teeth to pieces.

Zhu Yong, however, understood that this person was today's target.

"Follow me, move forward 300 meters!"

Zhu Yong is now about 1,000 meters away from the target. Taking advantage of the darkness, he can advance another 300 meters and be more confident in his sniping.

"Commander Zhou, lead men to snipe the Japanese officers. Make sure to take them all out in one round of fire."

"Each person may fire a maximum of three shots. After three shots, retreat immediately. No one may hesitate!"

After Zhu Yong finished speaking, he took the lead and groped his way out of the reeds.

The darkness provided Zhu Yong and his men with the best protection. The Japanese soldiers were still busy transporting supplies and no one paid any attention to Zhu Yong's group.

After Zhu Yong successfully reached the designated spot, he slowly took the brand-new 98K off his back.

This gun was specially selected by Zhu Yong. Although it does not have an optical sight, its accuracy and range far exceed those of the Type 24 rifle, making it the best sniper rifle currently available.

He calmly adjusted his breathing, and through the iron sights, the crosshairs steadily locked onto the head of Colonel Sakamoto, who was laughing wildly in the distance.

Wind speed, humidity, Coriolis force... countless data points were instantly calculated and corrected in his mind.

Zhou Weiguo held his breath and also took out his 98K.

"Remember, fire three shots, then retreat immediately!" Zhu Yong's voice was as soft as a whisper, and then he gently pulled the trigger.

Just as Jinichiro Sakamoto was feeling triumphant and preparing to order his troops to continue their advance inland—

boom!

A dull, distinctive gunshot rang out from the beach.

The sound wasn't loud; it was even drowned out by the noise on the beach.

But the next moment, Colonel Sakamoto, who was about to swing his sword, froze on his face with a smug grin.

A tiny red dot suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, and then a cloud of blood mixed with brain matter and bone fragments exploded from the back of his head!

He swayed, the command sword in his hand clattered to the ground, and he fell straight backward as if his bones had been removed.

"Enemy attack!!"

"Sniper!"

"Protect the brigade commander!"

The Japanese soldiers on the beach were thrown into chaos instantly.

The officers and guards lay down in terror and fired wildly in all directions, having no idea where the bullets were coming from.

Seven hundred meters away, Zhu Yong continued to cock the gun and aimed at the second Japanese officer.

On Zhou Weiguo's side, the killing also began.

"Bang bang bang!!"