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

Luodian Frontline, Command Post of the Japanese Yamada Detachment.

The atmosphere was oppressive, like the deathly stillness before a storm; the entire command post was filled with explosive rage.

"Baka! Baka yarou!!!"

Yamada Senji's roar almost blew the roof off the command tent.

His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, and the collar of his once impeccably tailored military uniform was roughly ripped open.

"Useless! Idiots! A whole day! Ten Imperial assaults! And you still can't take the ruins held by the last few hundred Chinese soldiers?!"

"Katamura! Ryokaku! What are you two regimental commanders doing?! You've completely disgraced the Empire!!"

Colonel Katamura Shiro and Colonel Ryakaku Gyosaku were pale-faced and covered in the grime of the battle.

During the daytime battles, they personally supervised the fighting and even charged ahead at times, but the Chinese resistance was too fierce.

They seemed fearless, charging into the crowd with explosives in hand, howling as they did so. This suicidal fighting style terrified even the bravest Imperial soldiers.

"Commander," the chief of staff said cautiously, his face equally grim.

"The Chinese army has gone completely mad, and its will to resist far exceeds expectations."

"Our casualties today are particularly heavy. Preliminary statistics show that the average number of casualties in each infantry company has exceeded 80%, and the loss of officers is extremely large."

"The soldiers...are showing signs of fatigue."

"Baka!! How can the Imperial Army warriors be exhausted?!"

Yamada Senji, his eyes bloodshot, roared:

"Tomorrow morning, I'll personally lead the charge! I refuse to believe we can't take down this little Luodian!"

"Sir! You mustn't!" the chief of staff hurriedly dissuaded him. "You are the commander of a detachment; how can you personally put yourself in such danger?"

"Commander, conventional attacks are too costly and time-consuming."

"The prolonged siege of Luodian has impacted the overall strategy of the army group. To resolve this problem as soon as possible, I believe we should request the use of special ammunition to completely eliminate this area and make Luodian disappear from the map!"

Yamada Senji's rage subsided slightly; he was panting heavily, his eyes flashing with a sinister light.

The devastating losses of the day were gnawing at his sanity like venomous snakes.

He stared at Luodian, marked with a red circle on the map, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

After a long silence, he forced out a cold voice through clenched teeth:

"Alright... I'll do it your way."

"Immediately request special ammunition support from the division headquarters. At the same time, order the artillery to fire all the remaining incendiary shells at the core positions of the Chinese army."

"I'm going to burn them all to ashes!"

After the telegram was sent, Matsui Iwane immediately agreed to their request and ordered the logistics troops to provide poison gas bombs from the sea to Luodian.

.......

At midnight, dark clouds obscured the moon, and the night was as thick as ink.

Amidst the ruins of Luodian, it seemed as if countless ghosts were moving silently.

Zhu Yong's countless clones, like a surging tide in the dark night, used the terrain and shadows to quietly approach the core defense zone of the Japanese detachment.

Zhu Yong has been reborn once again.

This rebirth brought him eleven thousand clones.

If he had continued to hold out, he could have held out for another two days. However, the lack of news from Jiading made him lose all patience. He decided to take the initiative instead of staying in Luodian to wait for death.

During the three-day offensive, the Japanese suffered more than 20,000 casualties. Zhu Yong concluded that their losses were too heavy and that this was the perfect opportunity for a surprise attack.

A dark and windy night, a night for murder; tonight is the death knell for these Japanese devils.

Zhu Yong divided his men into three waves. The first wave of two thousand men was responsible for taking over the Japanese artillery positions and supply depots, creating chaos, and drawing the enemy's attention.

The second wave of 2,000 men was responsible for infiltration and cutting off the Japanese command post from the surrounding regiments, as well as blocking any enemy reinforcements that might come back to reinforce.

The final wave, led by Zhu Yong himself with 7,000 clones, struck straight into the heart of the Yamada Detachment's command post.

These men were equipped with weapons captured from the Japanese army on the battlefield, including light and heavy machine guns, grenade launchers, and mortars. Their combat capability was comparable to that of a Japanese brigade.

The Japanese soldiers' frenzied daytime attacks had indeed exhausted their energy, and coupled with the belief that the defending troops were on the verge of annihilation, the sentries' vigilance inevitably slackened despite the seemingly strict nighttime security.

When Zhu Yong's clone reached the outer perimeter of the Japanese artillery camp, the Japanese sentries had not yet noticed anything unusual.

It wasn't until Zhu Yong entered the optimal attack range that a sentry noticed his voice.

"Enemy attack!!" A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the night sky.

"Bang!"

The Japanese sentry was killed tragically.

"kill!!"

Zhu Yong's clone roared, and all three clones activated simultaneously.

"Boom!!"

The fighters opened fire first on the flank of the Japanese artillery positions. Explosions and gunfire suddenly rang out, flames soared into the sky, and the Japanese logistics and artillery units were thrown into chaos.

Almost simultaneously, a second wave of agents, like sharp blades, severed telephone lines, attacked communication hubs and checkpoints on major transportation routes, and engaged in fierce firefights with Japanese patrols who rushed to investigate.

The entire perimeter of the Japanese detachment's base was instantly plunged into chaos and panic.

"What's going on?! Where are they shooting from?!"

"It's the Chinese! They've launched an attack!"

"Baka! Hold on! Report to command immediately!"

While the Japanese were drawn to the other two routes, Zhu Yong personally led the 6,000-strong main force in the central route, like a silent giant python, along the route scouted during the day, straight towards the Yamada Detachment Command Post!

"Enemy attack! From the direction of command post!"

"Quickly! Protect the brigade commander!"

By the time the Japanese sentries discovered Zhu Yong's troops, it was too late.

Zhu Yong took the lead, wielding a captured Type 91 machine gun, and unleashed a barrage of fire at the perimeter fortifications of the command post.

The clones behind him charged forward like a flood bursting its banks!

"Kill!! For our fallen brothers! Slaughter all the Japanese devils!"

Bayonets clashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Although the command post guard was elite, it was instantly overwhelmed by the six thousand fearless special forces soldiers.

The battle quickly broke through from the perimeter into the command post tent area.

Yamada Senji had just been awakened by the explosions and gunfire outside. Before he could even put on his uniform, he heard the deafening sounds of battle outside the tent.

"What's going on?! Guards! Guards!" He drew his pistol in a mixture of shock and anger.

The chief of staff rushed in, disheveled and pale.

"Commander! Something terrible has happened! The Chinese army... the main force of the Chinese army has launched a night attack! They're... they're almost at the command post!"

"What?! Their main force?! Where are their main force members?!"

Yamada Senji found it hard to believe, but the sounds of fighting and explosions getting closer and closer left him no choice but to believe it.

He rushed out of the tent and saw that the outside was in complete chaos, with Imperial Army soldiers fighting fiercely against countless Chinese soldiers in gray uniforms.

Those Chinese soldiers had crazy eyes and swift movements; they were clearly the elite of the elite.

"Hold on! Hold on for me!"

Yamada Senji brandished his pistol and roared at the top of his lungs.