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

The battle at the port area of ​​Chuanjiangkou has reached a fever pitch.

Zhu Yong originally wanted to commit suicide, but found that the rebirth distance was not enough and he could not reach the Izumo at all, so he could only continue to lead the assault team to charge.

Driven by Zhu Yong's will, the assault team charged desperately toward the Japanese navy's dock.

Just as the assault team was about to reach the dock, they were blocked on the way by a ring-shaped machine gun bunker made of reinforced concrete.

The two Type 92 heavy machine guns inside the bunker fired in a crisscross pattern, creating a dense, deadly barrage.

Bullets rained down like water, kicking up dust and smoke, and any soldier who tried to rush forward was instantly torn to shreds.

The clones launched several desperate charges, but all fell before this storm of steel, their corpses piling up like mountains in front of the bunker.

"Commander! We can't break through! The Japanese firepower is too intense!"

Zhu Yong lay prone in a shell crater, staring intently at the firing port of the bunker that was spitting fire.

Time ticked by, and in the distance on the river, the Japanese ships had already raised their anchors and were slowly moving, attempting to leave the now dangerous port.

If they get away, this raid will be a complete waste.

Zhu Yong would not allow such a thing to happen. Wang Lei was fighting a bitter battle in the west, and millions of Chinese people were suffering and wailing under the iron heel of the Japanese invaders. He could not stop there.

He glanced at his resolute clone beside him, then at the menacing bunker, and a crazy yet tragic thought quickly took shape in his mind.

He took a deep breath, turned his head sharply, and roared:

"Listen! I'll draw fire! You guys, take the opportunity to rush in! Blow it up! Capture the dock!"

"Commander! No! It's too dangerous!"

"Execute the order!!" Zhu Yong roared, and without saying another word, he leaped out of the crater!

Instead of taking a roundabout route or seeking cover, he launched a suicidal attack on the bunker's firing port that spewed deathly flames with an unwavering charge.

"Commander!!"

The Japanese machine gunners frantically pulled the triggers, and a dense hail of bullets enveloped Zhu Yong.

"Da da da da—!!"

The dull thuds of bullets hitting bodies rang out one after another.

The first bullet pierced his thigh, causing him to stagger, but with his strong willpower, he managed to steady himself and continue charging forward.

The second and third bullets pierced his chest and abdomen, instantly staining his tattered military uniform with blood. The immense impact nearly knocked him backward.

But he gritted his teeth, letting out a low growl, and with his last ounce of strength, he continued forward.

At this moment, his body became a magnet attracting all the firepower.

The Japanese soldiers in the bunker had all their attention drawn to Zhu Yong, and all their firepower was focused on him.

During this brief lull in the fighting, bought with lives, the clones launched their attack.

"kill!!"

The remaining clones roared furiously, leaping out from both sides like a burst dam and rushing towards the bunker.

"Boom boom boom!"

The bombardiers immediately detonated the bomb after approaching the bunker.

Just before his consciousness completely plunged into darkness, Zhu Yong saw his clones successfully break through, and a gratified smile appeared on his lips.

Generals die in a hundred battles, but the souls of brave warriors return.

[Ding, 20001 kills detected. Respawn?]

"yes!"

"In the core compartment of the Izumo-class armored cruiser, three thousand clones were reborn!"

"At the decks and key positions of the major Japanese warships at the mouth of the Kawakami River, five thousand clones were reborn and occupied the Tenryu, Yubari, and others."

"At the Chuanjiangkou Port, two thousand clones were reborn and occupied Chuanjiangkou."

"At the core position of Wang Lei's division in Baihegang, I was reborn with ten thousand clones."

Once Zhu Yong gave the order, the rebirth began.

The next moment, aboard the "Izumo"!

Beside the brightly lit command tower, corridors, boiler room, and ammunition depot, three thousand cold-eyed clones of Zhu Yong appeared out of thin air like ghosts.

Their sudden appearance startled the Japanese soldiers who were guarding the warship.

"Baka! Who are you?!"

"Enemy attack! Chinese troops are on board!!"

Screams instantly echoed inside the warship.

Before the Japanese sailors and officers who were relaying orders could react, they were already knocked down by the oncoming clones.

"Bang bang bang!!"

The clone that first grabs the weapon should immediately fire.

In an instant, the entire Izumo was thrown into chaos.

The same scene played out simultaneously on the light cruiser "Tenryu", the light cruiser "Yubari", and several destroyers.

Five thousand clones appeared directly on the deck, gun emplacements, and command room, engaging in fierce boarding action with the unsuspecting Japanese sailors.

These warships ultimately could not escape Zhu Yong's calculations.

At this moment, Zhu Yong's purpose in rushing thousands of miles to the mouth of the Chuanjiang River was revealed.

"kill!!!"

Zhu Yong took the lead and charged straight toward the Japanese ship's bridge command post.

Inside the command tower of the Izumo, Matsui Iwane and the chief of staff, who had just been racking their brains over the attack on the port, suddenly heard gunshots coming from inside the ship.

This terrified the people at headquarters.

"Baka!!"

Matsui Iwane was both shocked and furious.

"What's going on?! Why are there shots being fired inside the ship?!"

A communications soldier, covered in blood, staggered in: "Commander! Something terrible has happened! A large number of Chinese soldiers are attacking throughout the ship! They've already taken over some of the compartments!"

"What?! Inside the ship?! This is impossible!!"

Matsui Iwane was struck dumb, his face turning deathly pale.

"The Chinese military doesn't even have a navy, so how did they board the ships? That's impossible!!"

Matsui Iwane simply couldn't believe it; all of this was completely beyond his comprehension.

Whether the chief of staff believed it or not, he had already ordered his men to pull Matsui Iwane away immediately. In any case, they could not be captured by the Chinese army.

At this moment, Zhu Yong was personally directing the attack on the command tower.

Inside the passage, soldiers from both sides were crammed into a narrow space, engaging in a brutal close-quarters battle.

"You little devils! Your grandpa's here!!"

"Didn't expect Grandpa to come here, did you? Die!!"

Roars echoed throughout the warship, and fierce fighting was taking place both on and off the surface.

Blood stained the ornate bulkheads and teak floors, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere.

Although the Japanese sailors were well-trained, they were no match for the overwhelmingly numerous special forces clones in close-quarters combat.

The passageway outside the command tower was cleared away step by step.

"Retreat! Retreat to the stern ammunition depot! It's heavily fortified there!"

The chief of staff remained relatively calm, managing to restrain the nearly collapsing Matsui Iwane. Under the desperate cover of a few close guards, they hastily retreated from the command tower and fled towards the ammunition depot at the deepest part of the stern.

With Matsui Iwane's escape, Zhu Yong successfully occupied the bridge.

As soon as Zhu Yong rushed into the headquarters, the first thing he saw was the huge map of the Battle of Shanghai hanging on the wall.

Zhu Yong gave a cold laugh and gave the order:

"Immediately seize control of the key parts of the warship, block Matsui Iwane, and make sure to kill him."

"From today onwards, this Yun-go is ours!"