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

"Give me a duck!!"

The Japanese soldiers had suffered heavy casualties, but the Japanese squad leader was still shouting fiercely, leading the Japanese soldiers to launch an attack on the hilltop.

In the early stages of the war, the Japanese soldiers were almost all veterans, extremely fierce. Even when faced with a desperate situation, they still chose to go all out and fight to the death.

Zhu Yong, however, was completely unaffected by the Japanese soldiers. He calmly pulled the trigger, cocked the bolt, and continued pulling the trigger.

As Zhou Weiguo fired, he was filled with horror.

He had never seen such efficient and ruthless killing.

Zhu Yong's command made the best use of terrain, firepower, and timing. More than 300 well-equipped Japanese soldiers were like lambs to the slaughter, completely powerless to fight back.

The battle was a one-sided massacre.

In less than half an hour, the hillside was covered with the corpses of Japanese soldiers, and their blood stained the soil and weeds.

The few dozen remaining Japanese soldiers were compressed into several low-lying areas, putting up a stubborn resistance.

Zhu Yong did not give them any chance.

"Fix bayonets! Close in and annihilate them!"

Zhu Yong personally held a bayonet, and his team members charged into the remnants of the Japanese army like tigers descending a mountain.

In less than five minutes, the Japanese soldiers were all wiped out, and Zhu Yong personally stabbed the Japanese squad leader through the throat.

As the last wisp of smoke dissipated over the hilltop, the rising sun finally leaped fully above the horizon, bathing the land that had just endured a bloody battle in golden sunlight.

On the hillside lay more than three hundred Japanese soldiers' corpses lying haphazardly, while Zhu Yong's squad, though everyone was wounded, was filled with excitement, having wiped out three hundred Japanese soldiers with only one hundred remaining troops.

Such a record is enough to make them the envy of the entire army.

"Clean up the battlefield, collect ammunition and usable supplies, and withdraw in ten minutes."

Zhu Yong's voice remained steady; he never showed mercy when killing Japanese soldiers.

These are only three hundred people; in the future, there will be three thousand, thirty thousand, or even three million Japanese soldiers dying at our hands.

Zhu Yong walked to a small tree to rest for a while and opened the system panel.

The numbers above have already soared to over four thousand.

[Ding, host has killed 4111 people.]

It seems that the clones in other locations have also achieved results.

With Zhu Yong's 2,800 clones as the backbone, another 29 special operations teams, scattered along the long coastline, are also carrying out their own operations.

As the division commander, Wang Lei personally led a crack team to silently infiltrate the vicinity of the Japanese's newly established temporary ammunition depot, taking advantage of the cover of night and the complex terrain.

During a shift change when the Japanese guards were relatively lax, Wang Lei changed into Japanese uniforms and, with a dozen or so clones, swaggered into the Japanese temporary camp.

When the Japanese soldiers saw that Wang Lei was wearing a uniform with the rank of colonel, they immediately saluted him.

"Password!"

Wang Lei gave a low shout.

"May your military prowess be assured! Report back," the Japanese sentry said.

"Go back to your mother!"

Wang Lei stabbed the sentry to death with one blow, and then more than a dozen clones behind him quickly began to move around the camp.

Five minutes later, all the explosives were planted, and Wang Lei led his men to retreat.

By the time the Japanese finally arrived to provide support, Wang Lei had already vanished without a trace, followed by a violent explosion.

"Boom—!!!"

A series of deafening explosions shot into the sky, instantly turning the entire storage yard into a sea of ​​fire.

The exploding ammunition flew everywhere like festive fireworks, engulfing tents, vehicles, and even unfortunate Japanese soldiers within a hundred meters.

The enormous fireball illuminated half the sky, and could be clearly seen even from several kilometers away.

The first batch of crucial supplies prepared by the Japanese for the landing force vanished in an instant, causing numerous casualties.

Besides Wang Lei, other special operations teams also took the initiative and achieved brilliant results far exceeding expectations.

Although they suffered nearly a thousand casualties, the losses and chaos they inflicted on the Japanese were enormous.

In just one night, at least thirteen colonels and more than thirty majors were killed. More importantly, the command chain of the Japanese army was blocked in many places in the early stages of the landing.

The Japanese landing force, which had initially been arrogant, slowed its advance significantly.

Commanders at all levels, especially mid- to high-ranking officers, dared not leave the heavily armored command room of the warship until the beachhead was completely cleared and absolute security was ensured.

......

On the Japanese flagship Izumo, anchored off the Yangtze River estuary, General Matsui Iwane, commander of the Central China Area Army, had a face as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

Reports of heavy losses, attacks on command posts, and bombings of logistics piled up in front of him like snowflakes.

This gave him a sense of déjà vu.

Matsui Iwane was just as frustrated back when he was at headquarters.

"Baka! Baka! Baka!"

"A mere bunch of Chinese guerrillas! How dare they make the Imperial Army so disheveled! What are the frontline commanders doing?! Are the naval intelligence departments all useless?!"

Inside the command post, the staff officers were all silent, not daring to utter a sound.

Lieutenant General Munetake Yamamuro, commander of the 11th Division, stepped forward with a stiff upper lip and said:

"Commander, please calm down!"

"These Chinese troops are extremely cunning, taking advantage of the terrain and the initial chaos of our landing to launch surprise attacks. But rest assured, I have strictly ordered all units to intensify their mopping-up operations and spare no expense to completely wipe out these annoying flies!"

Matsui Iwane abruptly turned his head, staring intently at Yamamuro Munetake, and roared:

"Idiot, can't you see this is just a delaying tactic by the Chinese?"

"We can't let this continue! We can't let these small groups of enemies hold us back!"

"Relay my orders!"

"All landing forces, except for the necessary beachhead guards, shall immediately disengage from these small groups of enemy troops and advance inland at full speed!"

"Target Dachang, Nanxiang, and Luodian! We must seize these key locations and achieve a breakthrough before the main force of the Chinese army completes its deployment!"

"Notify the 3rd and 9th Divisions to accelerate their landing efforts. We must use overwhelming force to swiftly penetrate and isolate the main force of the Chinese army encircling Shanghai!"

"Cut off their retreat and annihilate them north of the Suzhou Creek!"

"Naval air force and naval artillery, intensify bombing of known Chinese army assembly points and transportation hubs! Clear the way for the army!"

"Yes, sir!" the generals responded in unison.

Matsui Iwane's objective was very clear: he wanted to use his overwhelming numerical and firepower advantage to forcefully crush his way through and take the core objective.

In his view, as long as the main force of the Chinese army is defeated, these flies hiding in the shadows will naturally have nowhere to hide.