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

As night fell on the second day, the once bustling battlefield fell silent once more.

After the fierce battle, both sides quietly licked their wounds.

Zhu Yong counted the number of soldiers and found that there were less than four thousand who could fight.

Zhou Weiguo also had two shrapnel wounds, and his left arm was in a sling, stained with blood.

"Commander...brothers...we're almost out..."

"Reinforcements...when will the reinforcements arrive?"

Zhu Yong looked at Zhou Weiguo's young face, blackened by gunpowder, and felt a heavy weight in his heart.

"Send a telegram to General Headquarters!"

Zhu Yong spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Commander-in-Chief Chen Junjian of the 15th Army Group: Since the recapture of Luodian, our troops have fought a bloody battle for two days and nights, repelling dozens of fierce attacks by the Yamada Detachment of the enemy's 13th Division."

"However, the enemy has an absolute advantage in firepower and five times our strength. Their offensive is relentless, day and night. Our troops have suffered almost all casualties, and there are now less than four thousand officers and soldiers left. Everyone is wounded, our ammunition is almost exhausted, and our food and medicine are cut off."

"Luodian has been reduced to ashes, and all fortifications have been destroyed. Our unit is determined to fight to the death with the position. However, for the sake of the overall situation, we earnestly request that we launch a swift attack on the Third Division to force it to return and relieve the siege of Luodian."

"I, Zhuge Yong, am prepared to die and kowtow!"

The telegram was sent, but it seemed to have sunk without a trace.

The 15th Army Group, which had been able to maintain contact, was now receiving no news, causing Zhu Yong's heart to sink.

Could it be that something has happened at the front lines again?

Zhu Yong dared not think about it, nor could he. He could only hope that the 15th Group Army was advancing rapidly and had no time to reply to him.

........

On the morning of the third day, Zhu Yong still did not receive a reply from the command post, but instead was met with a surging wave of Japanese soldiers.

At six o'clock, before dawn, the Japanese had already launched their attack.

"Buzzing!"

The first sound to come from the distant horizon was a dull rumble, not the sound of cannons, but the roar of airplane engines.

Dozens of black dots rapidly grew larger, like vultures pouncing on their prey, obscuring the already dim sky.

"Take cover!! Aircraft!!"

The stern warning had barely faded when the first batch of bombs began to fall.

"Boom! Boom boom boom!!!"

The explosion was more violent than any before, instantly covering the core position of Luodian again.

The heavy bombs kicked up a deluge of dirt and rubble that poured down like a waterfall, and the shockwaves tore the remaining walls apart like pieces of paper.

Immediately following was a roar from the distant sea – the firing of large-caliber naval guns.

The massive shells crashed down with destructive force, each impact seeming to trigger an earthquake in a small area.

This is just the beginning.

After dropping their bombs, the Japanese planes in the sky did not leave. Instead, they swooped down and used their machine guns to fire wildly at the 108th Division in the trenches.

The bullets hit the ground, kicking up plumes of smoke and dust.

At the same time, all the artillery pieces of the Japanese 19th Field Artillery Regiment, as well as reinforced heavy artillery, began a barrage of artillery fire.

The shells fell like hailstones, with almost no gaps.

The entire Luodian was shrouded in smoke, and from the outside it looked as if it were on fire.

The shelling and bombardment lasted for a full hour.

When the artillery fire finally began to penetrate deeper into the enemy territory, many of the surviving defenders had blood streaming from their ears and their eyes were glazed over.

Half of the soldiers were dug out of the loose soil and ruins by their comrades, just like digging out yams.

The fortifications were almost completely razed to the ground, and the so-called position had become a ruin without any cover.

And amidst the billowing smoke, a wave of earthen-yellow waves appeared.

Today's Japanese attack completely abandoned the usual skirmish probing tactics, replacing it with a frenzied "Banzai" charge.

A dense mass of yellow figures, guided by four tanks, rushed straight towards the Luodian position.

At this moment, the Luodian garrison had not yet recovered from the bombing and the Japanese easily broke through their eastern position.

As soon as the remaining machine gun positions of the defending troops opened fire, they were spotted by the Japanese's precise grenade launchers and mortars following closely behind the infantry.

Tanks rolled over the ruins, and machine guns fired indiscriminately.

Seeing the critical situation, the defending troops, having recovered, disregarded any tactical training and charged towards the Japanese with explosives in hand, howling as they charged.

"Boom! Boom!"

The Japanese tanks were destroyed.

But more Japanese soldiers poured in, stepping over the corpses of their comrades and the suicide squad members of the defending troops.

A fierce hand-to-hand battle erupted instantly.

Seeing the front lines being breached one after another, Zhu Yong could no longer sit still. He personally led the reserve team to the battlefield and commanded his comrades and soldiers to fight the infiltrated Japanese soldiers with bayonets, broadswords, rifle butts, and even their teeth.

Zhou Weiguo, dragging his arm, used his pistol to kill several Japanese soldiers in succession.

"Baka yakuro!"

"Kill the Japanese devils!! Kill those little devils!!"

Gunfire, explosions, and the sounds of fighting rose and fell, blurring the lines of battle.

After Zhu Yong's clones recovered, they used their superb combat skills to hold back the surging tide of Japanese soldiers.

After a fierce battle lasting twenty minutes, Zhu Yong's side finally managed to stabilize their position somewhat.

However, in the southeast direction, another regiment of Japanese soldiers took advantage of the situation and, like a sharp knife, pierced through the core defenses of Luodian.

The situation was already extremely precarious, and Zhu Yong understood that it was time for him to make his sacrifice.

He held a large sword and roared furiously:

"Brothers, China is behind us; we cannot retreat even a single step!"

"Fight to the death!!"

"Fight to the death!!"

"Fight to the death!"

The roar, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, drowned out the gunfire on the battlefield.

Wielding a broadsword, Zhu Yong fought with his life on the line. After killing thirteen Japanese soldiers in succession, Zhu Yong finally died on the battlefield.

"Commander!!!"

When Zhou Weiguo saw Zhu Yong fall, he roared loudly.

He wanted to save Zhu Yong, but the area was swarming with Japanese soldiers, and he couldn't break through at all.

Immediately after Zhu Yong died in battle, the system's voice sounded.

[Ding, 9879 kills detected. Respawn?]

"Reborn immediately!!"

Zhu Yong chose to respawn in the southeast corner of the position, where the Japanese were advancing triumphantly.

Just as the Japanese were about to storm into the Luodian command post, Zhu Yong appeared out of nowhere.

More than 9,000 special forces soldiers surrounded more than 3,000 Japanese soldiers. The two sides were less than three meters apart, and there was no time to use firearms. The only thing they could do was engage in close combat.

Although Zhu Yong did not have a bayonet, even unarmed, nine thousand special forces soldiers were not something these Japanese soldiers could withstand.

"Kill them!! Kill all these beasts!"

Zhu Yong roared, and the two sides engaged in a chaotic battle.

A gun is faster from ten paces away, and a fist is faster within ten paces.