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

"Bang bang bang!!"

Gunshots shattered the tranquility of the south bank of Yunzaobang.

"Enemy attack!!"

A piercing roar tore through the night sky.

The Japanese soldiers were awakened and quickly crawled out of their tents, only to run into Zhu Yong and his clones.

"kill!!"

The two sides began a fierce battle.

Zhu Yong stabbed a Japanese soldier to death, and then quickly surveyed the battlefield situation.

More and more Japanese soldiers are beginning to awaken. If these Japanese soldiers are allowed to assemble normally, they will definitely cause a lot of casualties to our side.

After all, they don't have any heavy weapons at the moment, only a rifle.

"Immediately organize assault teams to storm the Japanese command area; the rest of you divide the camp and clear out each tent! Hurry!"

Zhu Yong's command echoed in the minds of every clone, and then the eight thousand clones immediately began to act.

A group of men followed Zhu Yong and rushed directly to the location where antennas were clustered, which must have been the location of the Japanese command post.

"Saga Gege!!"

"Hayaku! Hayaku!!"

The Japanese soldiers, as if possessed, desperately tried to intercept Zhu Yong.

In an instant, the entire Japanese camp exploded as if a block of ice had been thrown into boiling oil.

The Japanese soldiers, startled awake from their sleep, quickly formed a makeshift defensive line using tents, vehicles, and supply crates, and unleashed a furious barrage of fire with Type 38 rifles and Type 91 light machine guns.

However, in the dark, such strafing is almost useless except for wasting bullets.

Zhu Yong's clones were like death gods walking in the night, forming small combat units of three back to back, and wreaking havoc in the chaotic camp.

After firing off his last five bullets, the Type 38 rifle in his hand immediately transformed into a melee weapon. His bayonet skills were ruthless and precise; he even swung the butt of the rifle directly at the enemy's head.

The clones continued to achieve victories in the Japanese camp, but Zhu Yong's side encountered fierce resistance from the Japanese.

After the initial panic, the brigade commander, Colonel Takamori, and the chief of staff, Lieutenant Colonel Jiro Onodera, quickly regained their composure.

They constructed a robust ring-shaped defensive core using several reinforced large command tents, mountains of ammunition boxes, and a few broken-down trucks.

With a hoarse voice, Onodera brandished his sword, organizing all the personnel in the brigade headquarters, distributing them weapons, and forming the last line of defense.

The command post guards used light and heavy machine guns to set up several firing points, forming a crossfire network that effectively blocked every angle leading to the command post tent.

Zhu Yong personally led a thousand elite clones, who, like moths drawn to a flame, launched three desperate charges in succession.

However, Zhu Yong only had a rifle and no bullets, so he was unable to break through the fire net and was driven back by the Japanese's dense firepower and precise grenade launcher bombardment.

Bodies piled up in layers around the command post, and blood stained the soil red.

Although the clones were brave, the lack of heavy weapons and depleted ammunition made the assault on such a fortified stronghold extremely difficult.

"Baka! You foolish Chinese! Come on! Let me show you the might of the Imperial Army!"

Takamori Takashi stood behind the defensive line, observing the battle situation outside through the gaps, a smug grin on his face.

After suffering repeated setbacks, Zhu Yong was extremely anxious.

He knew that the longer the situation dragged on, the greater the chance that the other scattered Japanese soldiers would regroup, putting them in a desperate situation of being attacked from both sides.

"We can't force it!"

Zhu Yong lay in a bomb crater, his brain racing.

He carefully observed the Japanese firepower configuration and found that in order to block the front, the Japanese machine gun emplacements and most of their troops were concentrated at the front, while the firepower on the flanks and rear was relatively weak.

Moreover, due to the obstruction of the command tent, the field of vision and firing range behind it were not wide.

A plan to win by taking a risk instantly formed in his mind.

"Order!"

Zhu Yong lowered his voice and quickly deployed through the clone network.

"First team, continue the feint attack from the front. Maintain heavy firepower, making it appear as if you're willing to launch a full-scale assault at all costs, to draw the Japanese attention!"

"Second team, follow me. We'll circle around to the left flank, past that collapsed tent area. That's their blind spot."

"Third team, circle around to the right rear. Once you hear the sound of grenades exploding on our side, launch your assault immediately!"

The command will be executed immediately.

The remaining units on the front lines roared once more, unleashing their last bullets and grenades on the Japanese positions as if they were free, creating the illusion of a desperate charge.

As expected, the Japanese fell for the trap, drawing all their firepower to the front. Machine guns fired until their barrels glowed red, and grenade launchers bombarded the pre-designated area in front.

Under the cover of this deafening noise, Zhu Yong personally led two hundred of his most elite operatives, successfully infiltrating the Japanese cordon from the left flank and approaching the rear of the command post tent complex.

Meanwhile, the third team quietly took their positions from the right rear.

"beat!"

Zhu Yong leaped up and accurately threw a Type 97 grenade into a firing position.

"boom!"

Explosions rang out from inside the core of the Japanese positions, and flames shot into the sky!

"The enemy is behind us!!"

"Behind you! Quickly turn your guns around!"

The Japanese defenses were thrown into chaos instantly.

"kill!!"

At the same time, the first team, which had been feigning an attack from the front, and the third team, which was positioned to the right rear, launched a full-scale assault like tigers descending a mountain.

Under attack from three sides, the Japanese troops were overwhelmed and unable to defend themselves effectively.

Zhu Yong finally broke through the Japanese's circular defensive line, and then, like a tiger among sheep, instantly tore open a gap.

The clones behind him surged into the Japanese defenses like a flood bursting its banks, engaging in a fierce hand-to-hand battle with the Japanese soldiers.

"Baka!!"

"You little devils, I'll curse your ancestors!"

"His Majesty the Emperor!!"

"Fuck your mother!! Die!"

A chaotic battle raged within the command post area.

Bayonets clashed, fists and feet clashed, and roars and screams filled the air.

Zhu Yong's eyes flashed like lightning, locking onto the figure surrounded by several guards. It was none other than the Japanese brigade commander, Takamori Takashi.

Takamori Takaya saw Zhu Yong.

"Baka yarou!!"

Takamori Takashi shoved aside the guards who were trying to protect him, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Zhu Yong.

He suddenly drew his family heirloom samurai sword, the blade gleaming coldly in the firelight.

"You Chinese pig! Do you dare to fight me to the death?! The dignity of the Imperial Bushido cannot be desecrated!"

Zhu Yong looked at Takamori Takashi, who seemed to have gone mad, without the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.

He casually threw the rifle, now empty of bullets, on the ground and picked up a Type 38 rifle with a bayonet from next to a Japanese soldier's corpse.

"You little devil, you're the pig! You're all animals!!"

Zhu Yong replied in fluent Japanese, his tone filled with murderous intent.

He gripped the bayonet tightly in his backhand, adopting a strange yet incredibly practical fighting stance.

The soldiers fighting around them seemed to be drawn to the impending duel between generals, and unconsciously slowed down their movements, making room for a small clearing.

The only background noises were the crackling of burning materials and sporadic gunshots in the distance.

"Ah!! Baka!!"

Takamori Takashi raised his sword with both hands, let out a beast-like howl, and charged towards Zhu Yong with heavy steps.

His powerful Tang Bamboo strike, with its whistling wind, demonstrated that he indeed possessed a certain level of swordsmanship skill.

However, in front of Zhu Yong, a special forces king who had incorporated countless killing techniques from later generations, this ritualistic attack was full of flaws.

Zhu Yong shifted his feet, easily dodging the fatal slash. The samurai sword, carrying a sharp wind, slammed into the ground where Zhu Yong had just stood, sending up a cloud of dirt.

Almost at the same instant he dodged, Zhu Yong's bayonet moved.

There are no fancy moves, and no shouting; only the fastest, most ruthless, and most effective thrusts.

"Pfft!"

The bayonet pierced Takamori's back waist with precision.

The blood was flowing like a torrent, and it couldn't be stopped.

Takamori Takasaki's momentum abruptly halted, the immense pain freezing the ferocity on his face, transforming it into utter astonishment and disbelief.

"No...impossible..."

He made a hoarse sound in his throat, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't believe that his swordsmanship, which he had practiced diligently for many years, was so utterly vulnerable in front of his opponent!

Zhu Yong remained expressionless, twisted his wrist sharply, and completely shredded the opponent's internal organs, then quickly drew his knife.

Takamori Takashi's body swayed, and in disbelief, he fell backward, his wide eyes staring fixedly at the night sky stained red with gunpowder, until finally losing all their luster.

Brigade Commander, Major General Takamori Takashi, was killed in action!

With his death, the Japanese soldiers completely lost their will to resist and began to scatter and flee.