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

"Baka! Hold on!! Give me a warning!!" Yamada Senji roared, brandishing his military sword.

His voice instantly attracted Zhu Yong's attention.

When Zhu Yong saw Yamada Senji surrounded by numerous officers and guards, and saw the general's star and command sword on his shoulder, he immediately recognized the man's identity.

"You little devils! Prepare to die!"

Zhu Yong let out a thunderous roar, picked up his rifle, and charged directly at him.

His clones, sensing his will, also turned and attacked Yamada Chiji.

"Protect the brigade commander!" The guards desperately tried to stop them.

Zhu Yong's clones immediately engaged the guards in a fierce battle. Zhu Yong, like a tiger among sheep, wielded his rifle and bayonet with precision and ruthlessness, stabbing two guards to the ground in succession.

Yamada Senji was both shocked and furious. He was also a master swordsman. Seeing Zhu Yong's fierce approach, he was also aroused and drew his family's katana.

"You idiot! You Chinese pig, give me your life!"

The blade flashed.

Zhu Yong's rifle bayonet clashed violently with Yamada's katana, sparks flying everywhere!

Yamada Senji's strength was heavy and fierce, but he couldn't hit Zhu Yong at all.

Zhu Yong seized the opportunity, deftly dodging the slash with a sidestep, and his bayonet flashed like a venomous snake, slicing open Yamada Senji's arm holding the sword.

"Ah!" Yamada Senji cried out in pain, his katana nearly slipping from his hand.

Zhu Yong pressed his advantage, stepping forward and launching a swift thrust. Yamada Senji barely managed to raise his sword to parry, but he was no match for Zhu Yong's continuous thrusts.

"when!"

Yamada Senji's sword was knocked away, and Zhu Yong seized the opportunity to stab Yamada Senji hard in the chest, the blade protruding from his back!

Yamada Senji froze instantly. He stared wide-eyed at the bayonet that had pierced his body, then looked at Zhu Yong, whose eyes were as cold as iron.

"You...you..."

Blood gushed from his mouth.

"You little devils! Don't ever come to China again in your next life, or I'll kill you all again!"

Zhu Yong twisted his wrist sharply, completely crushing his heart, and then fiercely pulled out the bayonet.

Yamada Senji, the Imperial General, fell heavily on the scorched earth of Luodian, bearing endless humiliation.

"The Commander is dead!!"

The surrounding Japanese soldiers let out desperate howls, and then all of them went mad and attacked Zhu Yong.

Unfortunately, no matter how crazy they went, they couldn't break through the defenses built by Zhu Yong's clones.

On the contrary, their madness saved Zhu Yong time in the pursuit.

Forty minutes later, Zhu Yong slaughtered all the guards and a battalion of the Japanese command post.

Zhu Yong led his clones to begin mopping up the remaining enemy forces, seizing documents, maps, and radios.

Twilight.

The fierce battle that had lasted until midnight gradually subsided.

The Yamada Detachment's command post was completely destroyed, and its main officers were either killed or captured.

Without unified command, the Japanese soldiers were leaderless and were defeated one by one by Zhu Yong.

By dawn, Zhu Yong had annihilated more than 4,000 Japanese soldiers, almost completely destroying the entire Yamada Detachment. Even the artillery regiment, which the Yamada Detachment relied on most, was captured by Zhu Yong.

Zhu Yong's men instantly became stronger, and he now even had the confidence to fight the Japanese brigade head-on.

Standing on the ruins that were once Yamada Chiji's command post, Zhu Yong surveyed the entire scene, a surge of pride welling up within him.

"Commander! We've won! We've destroyed the Japanese command post!"

The clones were overjoyed.

Despite being at a significant disadvantage, they not only held Luodian but also launched a miraculous counterattack, destroying the enemy's command center.

This was undoubtedly a glorious victory! It deserves to be recorded in history!

Just as Zhu Yong was feeling pleased, one of his clones suddenly discovered a top-secret telegram on the Japanese radio.

"Report!!"

"The Japanese...the Japanese are planning to use poison gas on Luodian!!"

Zhu Yong's gaze sharpened instantly.

He had experienced poison gas bombs before, and countless clones of him had died tragically in the gas; he still remembers it vividly.

I never expected these Japanese devils to dare to use the same old tricks again?

"Where are the Japanese poison gas bombs?"

"It's on its way!"

"very good!"

Zhu Yong grinned maliciously, "Take your men and seize this batch of poison gas bombs for me."

"I will make those Japanese devils taste the effects of my poison gas!!"

More than three thousand clones were assigned to ambush the Japanese transport troops. As long as they could seize this batch of poison gas bombs, Zhu Yong was determined to make the Japanese suffer a fate worse than death.

Afterwards, Zhu Yong ordered his men to clean up the battlefield.

Just then, a clone in charge of communications, carrying a newly translated telegram, strode over with an extremely grim expression.

"Commander-in-Chief... Headquarters... Urgent telegram..."

Zhu Yong's heart sank. The General Headquarters, which had been out of contact for two consecutive days, was sending a telegram at this time, which Zhu Yong did not think was a good thing.

When he saw the contents of the telegram, his heart turned even colder.

"To all units of the army: The Jiading defense line was breached by the enemy's 3rd Division in the early hours of yesterday. Our 15th Army suffered heavy casualties and was forced to retreat. The Wufu line has been opened."

"In addition, in the Hangzhou Bay direction, the main force of the enemy's 10th Army has successfully landed and has broken through our coastal defense forces. It is rapidly encircling Songjiang and Pudong."

"The pincer movement from the north and south has been established. In order to preserve our strength, the Chairman has ordered that our entire army in Shanghai and Shanghai begin a general retreat immediately."

"All units shall proceed to the Wufu Line and Xicheng Line according to the pre-arranged plan. This order shall be forwarded from the Ninth Army Group Headquarters to the Nanjing Command Headquarters."

The telegram was instantly gripped tightly in Zhu Yong's hand, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

Jiading... is lost.

Jinshanwei... is also lost.

The entire army... retreated...

He slowly raised his head, looking towards Jiading in the west, and then towards Hangzhou Bay in the south.

The slight exhilaration and hope that had just been brought about by the killing of Yamada Chichi and the destruction of the brigade's command post were shattered at this moment by this telegram.

He held Luodian and even annihilated the Yamada Detachment, but ultimately he could not change the outcome of a complete strategic collapse.

Shanghai could not be held after all.

All the sacrifices they made here, all the blood they shed here, seem so pale in the face of the words "general retreat".

They won the battle, but lost the war.