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

A Japanese troop was marching along the highway from Yunzaobang to Luodian.

The team consisted of more than twenty trucks, several motorcycles, and a large number of foot soldiers. The soldiers wore khaki uniforms stained with blood and mud, carried Type 38 rifles, and mounted light machine guns on the trucks.

The troops looked disorganized and disheveled, resembling a scene of defeat from the front lines.

Zhu Yong stood in the passenger seat of a captured Japanese Type 94 truck, his colonel's uniform riddled with holes.

The wheels rolled on, kicking up dust.

Zhu Yong's heart, however, was racing faster than the wheels of a car.

He immediately began taking action after making the plan that morning.

Now it's afternoon, and they are less than five kilometers away from Luodian.

This was a high-stakes gamble. If they won, the course of the Battle of Shanghai could change; if they lost, the outcome of the Battle of Shanghai would be irreversible.

"Speed ​​up! We must reach the outskirts of Luodian before noon!"

As evening approached, the dilapidated outline of Luodian finally appeared on the horizon.

The town wall has collapsed in many places, but the main entrances and exits were guarded by Japanese soldiers, and the fortifications have been reinforced.

It was clear that the city's garrison had become more vigilant, with patrols coming and going more frequently and the number of sentries increasing.

Zhu Yong ordered his troops to stop about two kilometers from the south gate of Luodian and to rest.

In this night raid, he decided to risk his life and take Luodian in the safest way possible.

He left Zhou Weiguo to guard the camp, while he, along with a dozen clones, rode two motorcycles, carrying the flag of the 9th Brigade, towards the entrance of Luodian.

The Japanese sentries on the city wall spotted them from afar and immediately sounded the alarm.

The machine gun muzzle was pointed downwards.

"Baka! Who's there?"

"I am Tetsuya Yamagami, commander of the 109th Regiment, 9th Brigade, 3rd Division!"

"We were ambushed by the main force of the Chinese army at Yunzaobang. The brigade commander was killed in action... We fought a bloody battle to break through the encirclement and request permission to enter the city for rest and reorganization."

Zhu Yong's voice was hoarse and filled with sorrow; his performance was flawless.

Upon hearing this, the sentry did not immediately allow passage, but instead hurriedly ran towards the town, apparently to report the military situation.

A few minutes later, a Japanese officer wearing the rank of colonel appeared on the city wall. He leaned on the crenellations and carefully examined Zhu Yong and the pitiful squad behind him.

"I am Colonel Akiyama Jiro, the garrison commander of Luodian."

The officer on the city wall spoke, his tone scrutinizing, "You said you're from the 9th Brigade? Has Brigade Commander Takamori really died?"

"Absolutely true."

"Akiyama-kun! Our unit encountered a Chinese army force several times larger than ourselves at Yunzaobang. These people are despicable and shameless, launching a night attack. Your Excellency the brigade commander personally directed the operation at the front line and was unfortunately shot and killed in action!"

"We fought our way out of the encirclement! Akiyama-kun, please open the door! We not only need to rest, but we also have important enemy intelligence to report."

Looking at his disheveled colleagues below the city walls, Akiyama Jiro saw that they were only a dozen or so defeated soldiers who could not cause any trouble, so he simply waved his hand.

"Open the raft and let them in!"

Suppressing his elation, Zhu Yongqiang maintained a somber expression, as if he had survived a disaster, and led his team quickly into Luodian.

Akiyama Jiro looked at Zhu Yong and asked:

"What important information do you have?"

"Mr. Akiyama, I've discovered that the Chinese army seems to be planning to attack Luodian. We must be on guard!" Zhu Yong said meaningfully.

But when Akiyama Jiro heard this, he couldn't help but burst into wild laughter.

"Yamagami-kun, I think you've been scared out of your wits by the Chinese army."

"My Luodian is impregnable. If they dare to come, I will kill them."

"Alright, go and rest. I hope this battle hasn't left you with any psychological trauma."

Akiyama Jiro looked at Zhu Yong with disdain. He felt that the man in front of him was no longer worthy of being an imperial soldier and was a disgrace to the empire.

Having lost interest in Zhu Yong, Akiyama Jiro left immediately and casually arranged for someone to find Zhu Yong a place to rest.

However, he failed to see the hidden mockery in Zhu Yong's eyes.

The moon rises and the sun sets, night falls.

Zhu Yong was assigned to a small room near Qiu Jiro's command post, and he kept counting down the time.

When the clock struck three in the morning, the most tiring time of day for a person, Zhu Yong believed the time had come.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled out a dagger and stabbed himself through the heart.

[Ding, host death detected. Host has killed 11728 people. Reborn now?]

Zhu Yong, however, did not choose to be reborn at this moment, but instead asked:

"System, can I be reborn in Japanese territory?"

[Ding, too far away to regenerate. The host can only regenerate to the point before death, or within 500 meters of the clone.]

"What? I can be reborn next to my clone? Why didn't you say so sooner?"

The system is silent.

Zhu Yong was somewhat speechless, and continued to ask:

"Can I distribute them? Five thousand will be reborn with me, and the remaining six thousand will be assigned to Wang Lei!"

[Ding, all rights reserved. Host, would you like to be reborn?]

"Reborn!"

Zhu Yong chose to be reborn in Akiyama Jiro's command post.

When Jiro Akiyama saw the sudden appearance of six thousand people, he felt his mental world was shaken.

"Baka! Who are you people? Why are you here??"

Zhu Yong was too lazy to waste words with him, so he ordered his men to hold him down and then massacred the entire command post from the inside out.

"Occupy Luodian! Don't let the Japanese blow up the armory!"

At Zhu Yong's command, the six thousand clones vanished into the night like ghosts.

Before long, shouts of battle and heart-wrenching screams could be heard outside.

"Enemy attack!!"

"They are Chinese!!"

"Baka! Where did they come from?!"

Fierce fighting broke out inside the city, and the routed soldiers stationed outside the city also instantly dropped their disguises and began their attack.

Like tigers descending from the mountain, they charged towards the city gate guards who were just inches away with overwhelming force.

Machine guns, rifles, and grenades erupted in a deadly roar in an instant.

"Close the city gates immediately!!"

The Japanese soldiers still wanted to stop the fleeing soldiers outside the city, but it was too late.

The clone army has flooded into the city like a tide, merging with the clones already in the city, and has begun sweeping through house to house and street to street.

"kill!!"

A battle broke out on the city wall. Zhu Yong's clone quickly seized the high ground on the city wall, controlled the city gate, and received the follow-up troops.

Other agents rushed to key facilities such as Japanese barracks and warehouses to seize Japanese supplies and weapons.

Gunfire erupted and explosions continued throughout Luodian Town.

The battle immediately descended into brutal street fighting and house-to-house battles.

Although the Japanese garrison was mostly composed of logistics and engineering troops, and was leaderless, they still displayed ferocity in their desperate situation, stubbornly resisting by relying on familiar streets and buildings.

The battle lasted from the early hours of the morning until dawn.

As dawn broke, the gunfire in Luodian City gradually subsided.

On the roof of the town hall, the dirty Japanese flag was torn down and thrown into the fire.