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

Inside the command center.

Wang Lei looked around at everyone and said in a deep voice:

"Those who aren't afraid to die, stay with me! Those who are afraid to die, you can leave now, I won't stop you!"

After a brief silence.

Zhou Weiguo was the first to step forward. He straightened his tattered military uniform and gave Wang Lei a standard military salute.

"Commander, I'm willing to die with you!!"

"Commander! Our regiment still has thirty-seven men left! Not a single one of them is a coward!"

A regimental commander with a missing arm shouted hoarsely.

"Damn those Japanese devils! Let's fight them!"

"A head lost leaves only a scar the size of a bowl! Eighteen years later, you'll be a hero again!"

"We swear to live and die with Gujia Town!"

"I am willing to die alongside my teacher!!!"

Roars echoed through the sky, and everyone present was ready to die.

Wang Lei and Zhu Yong slammed their fists on the table.

"Good! There are no cowards in my 108th Division."

"The most glorious thing in my life, Wang Lei, is to live and die alongside you all!"

"Gentlemen, let's go back and set up our positions! Let the Japanese devils see the courage and backbone of Chinese men!!"

Zhou Weiguo and the others stood at attention and saluted, then resolutely turned and left.

This turn could be a final farewell.

Only Zhu Yong and Wang Lei remained in the command post. Zhu Yong looked at Wang Lei and said:

"You should know what I'm going to do?"

"We are one, and now the situation is critical, with a huge disparity in troop strength. We can only rely on you," Wang Lei replied.

Zhu Yong nodded, then opened the system panel.

[Ding, host has killed 18981 people.]

"Nineteen thousand people, plus the remaining one thousand, that makes about twenty thousand people."

"We can manage the numbers, but what about weapons and ammunition?"

Zhu Yong frowned.

"Sigh, we can only take it one step at a time."

Zhu Yong sighed softly, then drew his pistol and pointed it at his temple.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and Zhu Yong's clones surrounded them, but no one else noticed.

When Zhu Yong was reborn, he was already around the command post.

More than 18,000 clones appeared out of thin air. If an ordinary person saw this, they would probably be scared half to death.

Fortunately, Zhu Yong now has clones both inside and outside the command center, so they are used to this kind of thing.

Zhu Yong reappeared, looked at Wang Lei, and said:

"Our army now has 20,000 men, but the situation has changed, and we cannot just hold onto one point."

"I'll leave you 12,000 men, plus the brothers from the 108th and 87th Divisions who are still fighting, for a total of about 14,000 men to continue to hold the core main position of Gujia Town."

"I'll take eight thousand clones with me to the north at Yunzaobang to block the enemy. We absolutely cannot let the Japanese easily join forces with the enemy on the front lines!"

Wang Lei nodded.

"Take care of yourself!"

Without wasting words, Zhu Yong led 8,000 men, quickly equipped with Type 38 rifles and five rounds of ammunition, and immediately advanced northward.

The reason for using the Type 38 rifle was simply because it was easy to capture.

These 8,000 men only had light weapons, not even light or heavy machine guns or mortars, but even so, they still headed north without hesitation.

Everything is for the sake of victory.

......

At the same time, the 9th Mixed Brigade of the Japanese 3rd Division was also marching south from Luodian, rushing towards Gujia Town at a rapid pace.

Major General Takashi Takamori, commander of the 9th Brigade, received a death order: to quickly join forces with the troops besieging Gujia Town, capture Gujia Town in one fell swoop, and then move south and west to cooperate with the main force to complete the strategic encirclement of the Nationalist troops in Shanghai.

The troops marched south with almost no significant resistance, which made Takamori Takashi even more complacent.

In his view, the Nationalist army had lost all courage after its defeat at Luodian and was only concerned with escaping, so it was completely incapable of organizing an effective resistance.

Takamori Takashi frantically urged the troops to speed up in order to reach Gujia Town as soon as possible.

Chief of Staff Jiro Onodera, however, felt this was inappropriate and couldn't help but advise against it:

"Brigade Commander, our troops are deep in enemy territory and isolated. Should we slow down, send more scouts, and be wary of possible ambushes by the Chinese army?"

Takamori Takashi, mounted on his horse, glanced at Onodera with disdain.

"Ono-kun, you're being too cautious. The Chinese army is like a frightened rabbit right now, just trembling in its burrow."

"The Chinese troops in Gujia Town have suffered heavy losses. They've already given their all to hold the town; how could they possibly have the capacity to set up an ambush?"

"Order the troops to increase their speed! They must reach the outskirts of Gujia Town before noon tomorrow! I want to personally cut off that commander's head!"

Under his strict orders, the 9th Brigade marched even faster, and its formation inevitably became somewhat elongated due to the rapid march.

Combat troops and logistics troops gradually became disconnected.

The 9th Brigade marched for most of the day before stopping at nightfall.

At this moment, they were less than fifty miles away from Gujia Town.

Takamori glanced at the sky and finally gave the order, "Rest where you are!"

The Japanese soldiers of the 9th Brigade breathed a sigh of relief. After marching for most of the day, even elite troops like the Japanese were somewhat exhausted.

The engineers quickly set up camp, and by mid-month, the Japanese soldiers had already gone into their tents to rest.

Unbeknownst to them, thousands of eyes were watching their every move in the dead of night.

These people were Zhu Yong.

Zhu Yong's 8,000 clones also marched by force, avoiding main roads and using field paths, ditches, and forests for cover as they approached Yunzaobang.

Because he was traveling light, Zhu Yong arrived at the south bank of Yunzaobang ahead of the Japanese soldiers.

Using the faint moonlight, Zhu Yong quickly surveyed the terrain and chose a section of the river where the water flow was relatively gentle as the pre-planned battlefield.

This place is close to a water source, so the Japanese would definitely choose this location if they wanted to set up camp.

So he had his men lie in ambush there early in the morning.

The Japanese did not disappoint him and chose to set up camp there.

Time passed second by second.

At three in the morning, when people are most tired, most of the soldiers in the Japanese camp on the north bank were already fast asleep, except for sentries and a few patrol teams.

Zhu Yong and his men finally launched their night raid.

Several clones approached the camp in the dark and silently slit the throats of the Japanese sentries.

He then opened the camp gates, and Zhu Yong, with thousands of clones, slipped into the camp like ghosts and began the slaughter.

"Pfft, pfft!"

Zhu Yong and his clone were both special forces soldiers, extremely efficient at killing. They stormed into tents one by one, and the Japanese soldiers were already dead while they were still asleep.

Just as Zhu Yong and his men were killing over a thousand Japanese soldiers, suddenly—

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot shattered the silence of the night.

A Japanese soldier who got up to urinate in the middle of the night discovered Zhu Yong and his men, forcing Zhu Yong to shoot and kill the man.

Meanwhile, the Japanese soldiers finally came to their senses.

"Enemy attack!! Enemy attack!"

In an instant, the south bank of Yunzaobang erupted like a volcano!

"Kill!! Kill the Japanese devils!!"

The clones roared furiously, as if the Nationalist army was everywhere.