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

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!"

Intense artillery fire covered the 87th Division's positions, and the Japanese, relying on their superior numbers, continued to chip away at the 87th Division's positions.

If the 87th Division hadn't changed its defensive positions to a deep defense, the Japanese would probably have broken through the lines on the first day, leading to a rapid defeat.

Even with a deep defense, the 887th Division has already retreated to the last line of defense. If it cannot reclaim its positions in time, tomorrow will be the day Gujia Town falls.

As night fell, Wang Jingjiu, unwilling to sit idly by and await his death, personally gathered three hundred men to form a suicide squad.

"Brothers, follow me and kill them!!"

Wang Jingjiu roared and leaped out of his bunker first. He wanted to launch a night attack to recapture the lost position and buy time for possible reinforcements.

However, the Japanese had already anticipated this fatal blow.

The suicide squad had barely run a hundred meters when they were caught in a carefully laid ambush.

In an instant, dense muzzle flashes erupted from all directions, and the crossfire of machine guns, like the scythe of death, swept down the suicide squad in droves.

Wang Jingjiu was the first to be hit, and was struck by several bullets, his uniform instantly stained with blood.

"Commander!!"

The guards risked their lives to rescue Wang Jingjiu, but when he returned to the position, he was already on the verge of death.

At this time, the 87th Division, an elite unit of the German-trained division, had less than a thousand wounded soldiers left.

They huddled on their last bastion, listening to the growing howls and gunfire of the Japanese soldiers, and succumbed to utter despair.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of footsteps like muffled thunder and the resounding bugle call pierced the night sky.

When the Japanese discovered this force, they were still busy suppressing the remnants of the 87th Division and had no way to spare any troops to stop this force from approaching the battlefield.

The Japanese commander was terrified and frantically mobilized his troops in an attempt to stop the army.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

This unit crashed heavily into the flank of the Japanese 9th Division.

The arriving force was the 108th Division of the National Revolutionary Army.

"Damn those damn Japanese devils!! Kill them all!!"

"kill!!!"

Deputy Division Commander Zhu Yong took the lead, with Zhou Weiguo close behind.

Previously, Zhu Yong had broken up the 108th Division into smaller units, with each unit leading a small force to harass other units.

Despite their numerous outstanding achievements, the Japanese increased their vigilance, their defensive lines contracted, and their operational space was significantly reduced.

After assessing the situation, Zhu Yong decisively ordered all units to assemble at the designated location.

Surprisingly, the 108th Division, which left with 10,000 men, returned with more than 14,000 men.

The extra four thousand elite troops were naturally all clones of Zhu Yong.

When Zhu Yong learned that Gujia Town was in imminent danger and that the 87th Division was about to be completely annihilated, he did not hesitate to order the entire army to move into Gujia Town.

To speed things up, Zhu Yong led four thousand detachments, marching day and night at a forced pace, and finally, at the last moment, they pierced the battlefield like a sharp sword.

"Full assault! Target: the flank and rear of the Japanese attacking force!"

"kill!!"

Four thousand fresh troops, like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, surged into the unprepared Japanese soldiers with overwhelming force.

Machine guns, rifles, grenades, mortars... all firepower was unleashed in an instant.

What was particularly terrifying was the shooting of those thousands of clones, which was so accurate it was chilling, targeting Japanese officers, machine gunners, and grenade launcher soldiers.

The Japanese soldiers were completely stunned.

They never expected that such a powerful Nationalist army would suddenly appear from behind them.

The flank defense was instantly torn apart, and the entire offensive formation was split in two by the steel torrent of the 108th Division.

The previously orderly offensive suddenly descended into utter chaos.

The surviving soldiers of the 87th Division, seeing the Japanese troops on their flank in chaos and hearing the familiar bugle call and deafening battle cries, could hardly believe their eyes.

"Reinforcements! It's our reinforcements!"

"Brothers! Reinforcements have arrived! Charge out!"

The joy of escaping from a desperate situation transformed into their last strength, and the remnants of the 87th Division rallied their remaining courage from their positions to launch a counterattack against the Japanese troops in front of them.

Besieged on both sides, the Japanese soldiers, after a brief period of chaos, immediately attempted to organize a resistance.

Zhu Yong quickly joined up with the remnants of the 87th Division.

In the makeshift first aid station, Zhu Yong met Wang Jingjiu, who was in critical condition.

Wang Jingjiu's face was deathly pale. He grasped Zhu Yong's hand and, with his last ounce of strength, said haltingly:

"Commander Zhu... thank you... Gujia Town... is... entrusted to you... the brothers of the 87th Division... please..."

Before he could finish speaking, his arm fell limp, and this valiant general of the War of Resistance against Japan died a heroic death.

With tears in his eyes, Zhu Yong solemnly saluted Wang Jingjiu's remains:

"Commander Wang, rest assured, as long as the 108th Division stands, Gujia Town stands!"

Zhu Yong took over command of the 87th Division, and only then did he realize how fiercely the 87th Division had fought.

The 87th Division, which was originally fully staffed, should have had more than 10,000 men. However, due to the fierce defense of Gujia Town, more than 8,000 men were killed in three days. The division commander was killed in action, all the brigade commanders died in battle, and only one regimental commander was left. Almost all the other regimental-level officers were wiped out.

The remaining thousand or so men were all wounded, and had run out of ammunition and food.

If Zhu Yong hadn't arrived in time, these more than a thousand people would probably have been wiped out.

Zhu Yong sighed softly, ordered the medic to immediately bandage the wounded, and then took Zhou Weiguo to inspect the position. They did not redeploy until dawn.

Just when Zhu Yong was finally able to take a break, Zhang Zhizhong called.

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Zhizhong's voice was grave and urgent.

"Commander Zhu, your arrival is just in time, but the situation remains extremely critical! I order your unit to take over the defense of the 87th Division and hold Gujia Town at all costs for at least seven days!"

"The rear is working at full speed to construct core fortifications, which will take seven days. Can you manage that?"

Zhu Yong took a deep breath, glanced at Zhou Weiguo beside him whose face was expressionless but whose eyes were firm, and answered decisively: