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

On the Beijing-Shanghai and Shanghai-Hangzhou-Ningbo railway lines, military trains run day and night, their whistles blaring.

The freight cars were packed with soldiers from all over the country.

There were Central Army Training Corps soldiers wearing German-style steel helmets, but there were also many Hunan, Sichuan, Guangxi, and Guangdong soldiers wearing gray cloth uniforms and straw sandals.

These soldiers, armed with rudimentary weapons, still maintained unwavering resolve despite knowing they were facing a formidable enemy.

Their youthful faces were filled with a desire to kill the enemy; perhaps for them, once on the battlefield, they had long since disregarded life and death.

On the highway, a mighty torrent of troops marched.

"Brothers, give it your all! When we get to Shanghai, we'll slaughter all the Japanese devils and reclaim our land!"

The stirring slogans were passed around the ranks. The great victory at Songjiang gave the soldiers great confidence and made them realize that the Japanese were not invincible.

Two hundred thousand fresh troops, along with the original Ninth Army Group, Fifteenth Army Group, and Eighth and Tenth Army Groups, poured into the battlefield from the directions of Songjiang, Jiading, and Dachang.

Shanghai was once again engulfed in gunfire, transformed into a giant meat grinder.

In downtown Shanghai, every street and every building became a battlefield.

The Nationalist soldiers, relying on the ruins, launched wave after wave of attacks on the Japanese soldiers who were holding the fortified buildings.

The Sichuan Army was the most valiant in battle. Although they had the most rudimentary equipment, their fighting spirit was the most resolute.

Every Sichuanese soldier, determined to never return to Sichuan once the lost territory was lost, launched a heroic hand-to-hand charge against the dense barrage of Japanese fire.

The Guangxi Army's wolf soldiers were equally fierce, wielding broadswords and engaging in brutal street battles with the Japanese, often killing so many that the Japanese could not withstand them.

The two sides engaged in a fierce and bloody battle in the urban area of ​​Shanghai. The Japanese soldiers dared not retreat to the seaside, fearing that they would be ambushed by Zhu Yong.

They could only grit their teeth and fight back. Two hundred thousand Japanese soldiers were besieged by seven hundred thousand Nationalist troops. The two sides fought a bloody battle around Luodian, Zhabei, Dachang, Hongkou and other places.

Even in a two-story building, the two sides would have to go back and forth dozens of times, leaving behind a mess of limbs and broken bodies.

In contrast, the Ninth Army Group had just received reinforcements and had an unlimited supply of ammunition, so its morale was soaring.

The artillery fire dyed the sky dark red, and the soldiers surged like a tide, wave after wave, crashing against the Japanese barbed wire, trenches, and bunkers.

At the height of the battle, entire companies and battalions were wiped out, and those behind them continued forward, stepping over the corpses of their fallen comrades.

He has become much more assertive in his recent international exchanges, and even the United States has praised him highly.

"Order all units to learn from the Ninth Army Group, not to slacken their efforts, and to pursue the victory to wipe out the Japanese pirates in Shanghai in one fell swoop."

The other Nationalist troops were all invigorated and launched even more fierce attacks.

The situation on the entire Shanghai battlefield appeared to be very favorable.

However, the reality on the front lines was far more brutal than the good news.

The Japanese resistance was exceptionally fierce, even bordering on hysterical.

They relied on strong fortifications to hold their ground and fight for every inch of land.

The battlefield became a giant meat grinder, where countless young lives perished every minute and every second on this war-torn land.

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Ashigara number.

On the naval front, the average remaining amount of main gun shells on each ship is less than five percent, secondary gun shells are also running low, and anti-aircraft ammunition is in dire need.

Even the aircraft's fuel is now insufficient for large-scale air strike operations.

On the army side, although it seems that the National Revolutionary Army has the upper hand now, if the National Revolutionary Army cannot take Shanghai in one fell swoop despite such a great advantage, can the National Revolutionary Army stop the Japanese reinforcements when they arrive?

"Your Excellency: I am deeply grateful for the extraordinary favor bestowed upon me by being promoted to Marshal. I have no choice but to repay this kindness with all my heart and to live up to Your Excellency's high expectations. However, there are indeed hidden concerns regarding the current war situation, which I cannot help but risk my life to speak frankly about."

"Looking at the comparison of the enemy's and our national strength, although the Japanese fleet has suffered losses, its foundation still exists. The first main fleet of the Japanese Combined Fleet is heading east at full speed. With our exhausted and wounded troops, it is difficult to maintain the blockade of the Yangtze River estuary for long, nor is it able to penetrate deeper into the Huangpu River to carry out effective fire support."

"In my humble opinion, while our army is riding high on the momentum of our recent victory and its morale is high, we should not devote all our reserves to the assault on the Shanghai city area."

At present, the Japanese national strength far exceeds that of China. We can fight a war of attrition, but we cannot fight a decisive battle, otherwise we will only suffer a crushing defeat.

"Yang Yong is a man with only reckless courage, but no sense of the big picture."

"Look! Look! The soldiers at the front are fighting with their lives, Wen Bai has just broken through the enemy lines, and the dawn of victory is in sight, yet he's here spreading alarmist talk, talking about a retreat, about a war of attrition? Isn't this undermining morale?!"

"I think Yang Yong is just worried about his fleet, but what war doesn't involve risks?"

"Once the army recaptures Shanghai and eliminates the Japanese land strongholds at the mouth of the Yangtze River, the pressure on their fleet will naturally be relieved. We must take a long-term view!"

"Our troops are in high spirits and victory is in sight. How can we easily back down and waste our morale? I order your unit to immediately blockade the Yangtze River and support Huangpu. There must be no mistake!"

Without a million-strong army, there is no voice.

That bold idea from before suddenly sprouted wildly in his heart like weeds.

Just as Zhu Yong was hesitating, the Japanese First Fleet had quietly arrived in the East China Sea, and the Japanese 200,000 reinforcements were about to head to the Shanghai-Nanjing Conference.