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

"kill!!"

"kill!!"

Zhu Yong fought until he went mad, his whole body covered in blood.

Of the three thousand Japanese soldiers who ventured deep into Luodian, not one left alive. Zhu Yong's sudden appearance was like a divine intervention, truly frightening them.

Before the battle even began, morale was already low, and Zhu Yong wiped out the three thousand Japanese soldiers without lifting a finger.

However, almost all of the more than three thousand brothers on the eastern front were wiped out.

When Zhu Yong led reinforcements to support the front line at Luodian, all he saw were countless corpses lying there.

The battlefield was piled high with corpses, leaving almost no room to step.

Blood soaked the scorched earth, pooling into dark red streams that accumulated in the bomb craters.

Fewer than 5,000 clones survived, while the ordinary people were almost entirely wiped out.

Zhu Yong pulled Zhou Weiguo out from under the layers of corpses. He was not dead yet, but he was barely breathing.

He was covered in blood, it was hard to tell if it was from the Japanese or his own.

Zhu Yong quickly ordered the medics to try to save Zhou Weiguo, who had a bright future ahead of him and it would be such a pity for him to die here.

While Zhu Yong was cleaning up the battlefield, Yamada Senji on the opposite side had already turned red in the eyes.

He thought such a fierce attack was a sure thing, but he still failed to break through Luodian's defenses.

"Baka!! Baka!!"

"Take those two regimental commanders out and shoot them immediately!!" Yamada Chichiji roared in a helpless rage.

"Report! Commander, Kobayashi Ichiro and Yamagano have perished!"

"Baka!"

Yamada Senji became even angrier.

The regimental commander was killed in action, yet they still hadn't captured Luodian.

"Immediately prepare the 191st and 187th Regiments. If we fail to capture Luodian today, we will all commit suicide as an atonement!"

"Hai!"

Yamada Senji was clearly in a frenzy and was preparing to join the reserve team.

Both the 191st and 187th Regiments were full-strength regiments, totaling 3,800 men. They were not only formidable in combat but also possessed firepower that was several times more ferocious than that of ordinary Japanese soldiers.

Half an hour later, just as Zhu Yong's side had stabilized their position, the Japanese launched another attack.

The addition of fresh troops made the Japanese offensive even more ferocious.

This time, the Japanese attacked from all sides, launching a major offensive against Luodian from different angles.

The defending troops held their ground, keeping an eye on the planes and heavy artillery, and fought a bloody battle with the Japanese.

The battle lasted for ten hours, during which the Japanese launched seven attacks, resulting in heavy casualties on both sides.

The Japanese troops had lost their fighting spirit, and the defending troops had reached their limit. Many soldiers were mechanically wielding their weapons by sheer willpower.

The sun is setting and night is about to fall.

Just when Zhu Yong thought the Japanese attack had ended, Yamada Senji launched another attack.

This time, the Japanese brought in garrison troops from the rear, and Yamada Senji went all out, holding nothing back.

Five thousand fully armed Japanese soldiers launched their final attack under the cover of naval gunfire.

The Japanese soldiers, swarming like locusts, almost covered the entire front line.

Zhu Yong went to the front line, his broadsword was already chipped and broken from cutting, and he himself was also cut in the ribs by the Japanese bayonet, his body stained with blood.

"We can't hold on any longer! Brothers... we're almost wiped out!" roared a battalion commander whose face was covered in blood.

"We have to hold on, even if it's tough! We have no way out!"

Zhu Yong's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse like a broken gong, "Tell the brothers, even if we die, we die on the battlefield! Kill!"

The battle entered its purest and most brutal phase of attrition.

The Japanese soldiers seemed to have gone mad, completely disregarding tactics and simply pushing forward with their overwhelming numerical superiority.

The defenders' positions were further compressed, and the area they could control became smaller and smaller.

The wounded and combatants were indistinguishable; as long as they could still move, they would take up their weapons and fight the Japanese to the death.

The remaining soldiers of the defending army, including many seriously wounded, struggled to their feet, let out a final roar, and perished together with the Japanese soldiers.

More and more seriously wounded soldiers detonated explosives at the last moment, choosing to perish with their positions.

When the tenth wave of Japanese soldiers charged up, stepping over corpses that had almost filled the trenches, less than a thousand of the Luodian defenders were still standing.

They were surrounded in the last few isolated points, which were the core and final strongholds of Luodian.

As long as the Japanese have not occupied this area, Luodian will remain in the hands of the 108th Division.

Zhu Yong, covered in blood, stood on a pile of ruins, leaning on a chipped broadsword. Around him were his equally wounded brothers.

There were no shouts, no commands.

Only silent stares and a final, blood-soaked battle.

When the last Japanese soldier who rushed onto the ruins was cut down by Zhu Yong with his last bit of strength, a deathly silence fell over the battlefield.

After a day of bloody fighting, Zhu Yong was the last one standing, but they never retreated. All the Japanese soldiers who participated in the charge were either killed or seriously wounded and fell to the ground. None of them withdrew; it was a true fight to the death.

Zhu Yong leaned on his knife, breathing heavily, and the scenery before his eyes began to blur and sway.

He looked around and saw that there were fewer than 800 brothers still standing, and all of them were wounded, many of them with fatal injuries, barely clinging to life.

Luodian, burned out.

The corpses were piled up like mountains, layer upon layer, making it impossible to distinguish friend from foe.

Dark red blood pooled in the low-lying areas, almost forming small "blood ponds".

The strong smell of blood in the air was almost suffocating.

As night fell, the entire battlefield was shrouded in darkness.

On the third day of the bloody battle, Zhu Yong lost 15,000 clones, but only killed 11,000 people.

Zhou Weiguo had woken up, but he had lost too much blood, his face was as pale as paper, and his voice was weak.

"Staff Officer Chen...did we...hold the line?"

Zhu Yong nodded. "We held on."

"It's been...it's been three days already, will reinforcements...will reinforcements still be able to arrive?"

Zhu Yong did not answer, but told Zhou Weiguo to get some rest.

Then, Zhu Yong, leaning on his broadsword, limped toward the command post.

The command post had been bombed into ruins. Zhu Yong had his clone find a working radio from the ruins and then sent a farewell telegram.

"Commander-in-Chief Chen of the 15th Army Group: My troops fought a bloody battle all day, repelling more than ten enemy group assaults. Countless enemy corpses were left behind. My troops now have less than 800 men left. The core position at Luodian has reached its final moment."

"What is the situation at Jiading? When will reinforcements arrive?"

After the message was sent, the radio's indicator light flickered faintly a few times before finally falling silent.

Zhu Yong did not leave, but stood in front of the radio, hoping to get a reply from the other end.

Twenty minutes later, there was still no news from the radio. Zhu Yong swayed, finally unable to hold on any longer, and slowly collapsed onto the ruins.

He leaned against the cold stone, gazing at the blood-red full moon, and couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

Undoubtedly, a tremendous change must have occurred on the Jiading battlefield.

Although we don't know what happened, one thing is certain: Luodian is now a dead end. There are no reinforcements from the outside, and it is surrounded on all sides. If it continues to hold out, it will only lead to its demise.

In this case...

Zhu Yong turned his gaze eastward, determined to fight the Japanese to the death!

Zhu Yong decided to go all out, even if it meant death, he wanted to die on the charge.