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

Zhu Yong's clones shared information, and when the first squad discovered the Japanese command post, it meant that all the squads knew the location of the Japanese command post.

When the first squad was surrounded, the second squad quickly arrived nearby and launched a desperate assault without hesitation.

"Baka! There are accomplices!"

Miyamoto Shoichi's smile froze, replaced by a hint of annoyance.

"Stop them, don't let a single one escape."

The Japanese reacted extremely quickly; the Japanese guards protecting Miyamoto Shoichi immediately joined the battle.

These were the elite troops of the Japanese army, well-equipped and highly trained.

They used the complex bunkers within the courtyard to relentlessly suppress the special forces.

Although the two special forces teams successfully rendezvoused, the situation remained extremely precarious, facing an enemy force several times their size and possessing a significant geographical advantage.

They were pinned down in several corners of the courtyard by heavy fire, and every attempt to move was met with a hail of bullets, with casualties continuing to rise.

Seeing that the special forces were being completely suppressed, Miyamoto Masashi couldn't help but become a little smug.

He stepped out of the bunker, slowly walked to the outside of the courtyard, and taunted the special forces team inside:

"You bunch of Chinese pigs, you dare to assassinate me? This day next year will be your death anniversary!"

Miyamoto Shoichi felt a smug sense of accomplishment, unaware that a third pair of eyes had already locked onto him in the darkness.

The third squad had already arrived at the battlefield, but they did not launch a strong attack like the first two squads.

Instead, they quietly dispersed and deployed around the area, searching for the Japanese commander.

Their mission was to assassinate the Japanese commander; even if it meant their death, they had to complete the mission.

Zhu Yong personally led a team of snipers, and his specially tuned 98K rifle was already pointing steadily at the arrogant Japanese brigade commander through the gaps in the brickwork.

Zhu Yong's breathing was as steady as if he were asleep. The intense gunfire outside seemed to have faded away from him. In his world, there was only the target in the scope and cold data such as wind speed, humidity, and distance.

Miyamoto Shoichi had no idea that death was about to befall him. Instead, he laughed wildly with excitement because he was about to annihilate these elite Nationalist troops.

"Weren't you guys very arrogant?"

"Why are you all hiding behind cover and playing dead? Come out! Didn't you want to kill me? Come on!! Kill me, come on!"

Just as he burst into maniacal laughter—

"Bang!"

A gunshot, distinct from the cacophony of the other battlefield noises, rang out from the nearby ruins.

The bullet traveled nearly 400 meters and, with impeccable accuracy, pierced directly between the eyebrows of the Japanese brigade commander.

Miyamoto Shoichi's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped, his sword-wielding motion froze in mid-air, and the smug expression on his face was instantly replaced by astonishment.

Blood and brain matter gushed from a small bullet hole between his eyebrows. He swayed, then fell straight backward.

"Commander!!"

"Medic!!"

"Baka yarou! Enemy attack! Catch the culprit!!"

The surrounding Japanese officers and guards were stunned. They couldn't believe their eyes. The brigade commander, who had just been giving orders, had been shot dead under their heavy protection.

The Japanese soldiers rushed towards Zhu Yong's hiding place as if they had gone mad.

However, they were ambushed and attacked by a special forces team halfway there.

The Japanese were caught off guard, and the sudden death of their commander caused their command to fail.

The two squads, which had been suppressed, immediately launched a counterattack after learning that their Japanese commander had been killed.

"kill!!"

"Brothers, charge with me!!"

All team members leaped out from behind their bunkers, unleashing astonishing fighting power and launching a desperate counterattack against the Japanese soldiers who were in disarray.

Without unified command, the Japanese resistance became scattered and ineffective.

Although the guards remained fierce, they were unable to form effective coordination.

Despite suffering heavy casualties, the three squads led by Zhu Yong were now working in perfect harmony, like three scissors finally coming together to sever the Japanese command chain.

The battle lasted for another twenty minutes.

After the last Type 92 heavy machine gun, which was putting up a stubborn resistance, was destroyed by a grenade, the gunfire in the courtyard gradually subsided.

The Japanese brigade command, including the brigade commander and dozens of officers, staff officers, and most of the guard battalion soldiers, was annihilated!

"Quickly! Gather all documents, maps, and codebooks! Destroy the radio! Plant the explosives!"

The team members immediately sprang into action and, amidst the smoke and blood-soaked ruins of the command post, found the crucial battle plan, codebook, and exchanged telegrams.

A few minutes later, with a loud bang, the Japanese soldiers' nerve center was completely destroyed.

The three teams joined together and counted their numbers. Of the three hundred elite soldiers who had come, less than forty remained, and almost all of them were wounded.

Although the losses were heavy, their sacrifice was worthwhile, because the balance of power on the entire Luodian battlefield would begin to quietly tilt in favor of the Central Army due to their decapitation strike.

"withdraw!"

More than forty figures disappeared into the night, vanishing without a trace.

......

When dawn broke again on the Luodian battlefield, the Japanese frontline troops were horrified to discover that their communication with their superiors had been completely severed.

The planned artillery support failed to arrive, and the air support lost its guidance. The originally coordinated and orderly attack instantly turned into a chaotic situation where everyone fought their own battles.

More importantly, the news of the sudden death of a high-ranking commander spread like a plague among the lower-ranking Japanese officers, causing great panic and low morale.

On the other hand, Chen Cheng received news of the successful assassination of the Japanese commander in the early hours of the morning, and was overjoyed.

Before the Japanese could turn the tables, Chen Cheng ordered Peng Shan, commander of the 11th Division, to launch the fiercest attack on the Japanese.

"Brothers! The Japanese command has been destroyed! Charge with me and drive those bastards out of Luodian!"

Peng Shan personally came to the front line, waving his pistol and roaring.

"kill!!"

Having pent up their anger for days, the Central Army, like a flood bursting its banks, leaped out of their dilapidated fortifications and launched a massive counterattack against the Japanese troops who were caught in the chaos.

Deprived of effective command and artillery support, the Japanese soldiers, despite their still formidable individual skills, suffered repeated defeats in the face of the Central Army's relentless counter-offensive.

Many Japanese squads and companies were isolated, divided, surrounded, and annihilated one by one.

In Luodian Town, street fighting became even more brutal, but the initiative began to shift towards the Central Army.