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

Matsushita looked at Zhu Yong warily and demanded:

"Password!"

Zhu Yong frowned. How could he possibly know the Japanese password from that day?

But he reacted very quickly, and his face immediately showed a furious expression of humiliation.

"Baka yarou! We've been scattered, and we've lost our radio. How are we supposed to know any passwords?!"

"Open the door now! We're starving! Do you want us, the warriors who fought and bled for His Majesty the Emperor, to starve to death outside?"

The fleeing soldiers behind him also stirred up a commotion, especially those that Zhu Yong had gathered along the way. They had been living in fear all night and were thirsty and hungry.

Now that they've finally returned to their own camp, they're being prevented from eating there—it's practically killing them.

No matter how much they made a fuss, Matsushita remained indifferent.

He was not misled by Zhu Yong. With the front lines in disarray and morale low, he would not easily trust anyone.

Matsushita looked directly at Zhu Yong, his tone cold and rigid.

"Smimasai".

"Colonel, without the password, I cannot let you in. Please rest outside the camp for now. I will send someone to bring you food and water, but the camp gate must not be opened!"

Zhu Yong's anger flared up instantly, his expression contorted with rage. He suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist and pressed it against Matsushita's forehead.

"You idiot! Are you looking for death?"

The cold hole pointed at the pine tree; an ordinary person would definitely be frightened.

But Matsushita was a stubborn rock; instead of backing down, he curled his lips into a mocking smile.

He was certain that the colonel in front of him would never shoot him.

"Without the password, not even the King of Heaven himself can get in!"

"This is an ironclad order."

Zhu Yong's face grew even angrier, his eyes turning bloodshot. "You son of a bitch, do you believe I'll kill you?"

Matsushita scoffed, "I bet your gun isn't loaded!"

Upon hearing this, all the anger on Zhu Yong's face vanished instantly, replaced by a palpable killing intent.

"You..." Matsushita seemed to sense something was wrong and was about to speak.

In that very instant!

Zhu Yong made his move!

Before Matsushita could react to the incident, Zhu Yong pulled the trigger hard, leaving Matsushita in a stunned gaze.

The mockery on Matsushita's face froze instantly, turning into utter terror. He opened his mouth wide, as if to shout, "How dare you..."

But the sound had not yet been uttered—

"Bang!!"

A sharp gunshot suddenly rang out.

The bullet pierced precisely between Matsushita's eyebrows, exploding into a red and white mixture on the back of his head.

His body jerked backward and he fell heavily to the ground, his wide eyes still reflecting the shock of his impending death.

He couldn't understand until his death why the other party, also a colonel, dared to kill him.

The surrounding Japanese soldiers were also terrified.

Zhu Yong's clones had already received his orders and immediately took action the moment the gunshots rang out.

"Bang bang bang!"

The clones raised their guns and instantly killed all the Japanese soldiers at the camp entrance.

"kill!!"

A deafening roar erupted from a thousand throats. After clearing the entrance to the camp, they immediately split into three groups and launched a frenzied assault into the camp.

Inside and outside the camp gate, chaos erupted instantly.

The Japanese soldiers quickly called their commander, requesting tactical guidance.

They never expected that their commander would be killed by Zhu Yong before the battle even began.

Matsushita's sudden death plunged the Japanese troops into a state of chaos, leaderless and disorganized.

They lost unified command and didn't know whether to stay at their posts or retreat to organize the defense line.

Zhu Yong's clones gave the enemy no chance to breathe.

Like well-trained killing machines, they advanced deep into the camp in platoons and squads, with a very clear objective.

The clones continued searching the Japanese radio communication room, supply depots, and any possible commanders.

The camp was mostly staffed with non-frontline combat personnel such as logistics, engineers, and medical personnel, who were no match for them.

The battle lasted only twenty minutes.

Without effective command, the Japanese resistance became weak and ineffective.

Not only were most of the Japanese soldiers annihilated, but most of their doctors and nurses were also captured by Zhu Yong.

More importantly, these supplies were supposed to be destroyed, but because there was no order from the commander, no one dared to carry it out, and they were simply given to Zhu Yong for nothing.

The battle was almost entirely a one-sided massacre.

Zhu Yong personally led a team of elite troops straight to the radio communications room in the center of the camp.

Just as the communications soldiers inside were about to sabotage the equipment, they were shot dead by the clones who rushed in.

Zhu Yong was overjoyed to see the intact radio and codebook.

These are invaluable treasures. With these things, he could even decipher the Japanese telegrams and thus learn their next move.

Zhu Yong ordered his accomplices to search the Japanese telegraph room, and they actually found a secret Japanese operation plan.

"Commander! We have intercepted and deciphered a top-secret telegram from the Japanese headquarters to the 10th Army."

"Read it!" Zhu Yong's heart tightened.

"The military headquarters has decided to recruit the 6th, 18th, and 114th Divisions, along with the Kunisaki Detachment, to form the 10th Army. A large-scale amphibious landing operation will be launched in ten days in the area of ​​Jinshanwei, Quangongting, and Caojing on the north shore of Hangzhou Bay!"

"Their strategic objective is to bypass our army's formidable frontal defenses in the Shanghai-Nanjing area, launch a fatal attack from the flank and rear, and form a pincer movement with the Shanghai Expeditionary Army to encircle our nearly 700,000 troops in the Shanghai-Nanjing region!"

It was like a thunderclap exploding in my mind.

Zhu Yong suddenly stood up, his expression instantly becoming extremely solemn.

Jinshanwei landed.

It was this landing that led to the complete collapse of the National Revolutionary Army in the Battle of Shanghai.

Zhu Yong never expected that the Japanese, unable to gain an advantage in Gujia Town, would choose to land ahead of schedule.

This news must be reported to Zhang Zhizhong as soon as possible.

"Anything else?"

"Yes! Another battle report from the 3rd Division!"

"The main force of the 3rd Division, under the command of Division Commander Fujita Susumu, has abandoned its consolidation of Luodian as planned and is advancing westward, launching a fierce attack on Jiading, intending to break through our Wufu defense line and support the upcoming landing operation of the 10th Army!"

"The telegram explicitly states that Luodian is currently garrisoned by the division's logistics unit, an engineer regiment, some wounded soldiers, and an understrength infantry battalion, totaling less than three thousand troops, most of whom are non-combatants, leaving the defenses relatively weak!"

"Order the 9th Brigade not to underestimate the enemy and advance rashly, but to construct defensive positions at Yunzaobang to protect the flank of Luodian!"

A sharp glint flashed in Zhu Yong's eyes.

He did not expect that the 3rd Division would be in such a hurry, launching an attack on Jiading as soon as it occupied Luodian.

But wouldn't that mean Luodian is completely undefended?

A crazy idea popped into Zhu Yong's mind.