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

Lion City, the core secret chamber beneath the former Governor's Palace.

There are no windows, and no natural light.

Zhu Yong sat quietly at the conference table, staring intently at the system panel in front of him.

Kill Points: 27776305

[Kill Points...]

Kill Points: 27777419

Just as Zhu Yong had thought, 20 million kill points were simply not enough for system upgrades.

Now, he is just one step away from reaching 30 million.

"The third day... it's evening."

Zhu Yong muttered to himself, his voice echoing slightly in the closed room.

He was wearing a simple black Zhongshan suit with the sleeves rolled up, revealing the taut muscles in his forearms.

Zhu Yong thought that three days would be enough to kill 30 million people, but to his surprise, the number of kills increased most rapidly on the first day, and then gradually slowed down on the second and third days.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

The first 24 hours after the "Three-Day Blood Edict" was issued were the outbreak period.

Towns, villages, and major transportation routes—the "raw materials" with nowhere to escape were processed in batches, and the numbers skyrocketed like a flood.

But the news started spreading the next day.

Those "Japanese devils" are not fools.

They can hide, they can escape into deep mountains and forests, they can sneak into underground caves.

Especially in the Indochina Peninsula.

There are tropical rainforests stretching for thousands of miles, intricate karst caves, and underground villages built by indigenous people over thousands of years to escape war.

No matter how swift Chang Yuchun's sword was, it would feel powerless against the boundless tropical rainforest.

And Japan...

The efficiency of the "industrial purification" of the sand is amazing, but the Japanese islands are, after all, a long and narrow archipelago. After continuous cleaning, the "raw materials" that are easy to harvest are becoming less and less.

The rest are either hidden even deeper or have already been broken up into smaller parts.

There is a shortfall of 2 million to 220,000.

Three days ago, this would have been the "processing volume" of just a few large towns.

But now, it takes at least half a day.

Just as Zhu Yong was anxiously waiting, an urgent message came from North China: Wang Lei's request for help.

"This is the Venerable One's judgment."

"At 5:30 a.m. today, the Jinzhou front was suddenly attacked by a large-scale poison gas attack by Japanese pirates."

Zhu Yong's pupils suddenly contracted.

"The enemy used a mixture of mustard gas and Lewisite munitions to cover the front of our first line of defense, which is about 15 kilometers long."

"Wind speed level 2, southeasterly wind, the toxic cloud is spreading in a northwest direction and will last for about 45 minutes."

"Our three forward divisions were caught off guard. Although some units were equipped with simple gas masks, the concentration of the toxic agent was too high and its penetration was extremely strong."

"According to preliminary statistics, more than 3,000 officers and soldiers were poisoned and killed on the spot, including more than 1,500 who suffered severe burns and lung burns, and about 500 who lost their sight. The death toll is likely to continue to rise."

Three thousand.

Zhu Yong's breathing became heavier.

"The poisonous cloud spread to the northwestern suburbs of Jinzhou and some villages, leaving civilians without protection and causing heavy casualties."

"According to incomplete statistics from the emergency station, more than 50,000 civilians have been treated for poisoning, most of whom are elderly people and children."

"The cries shook the fields; the scene was too horrific to bear."

Fifty thousand civilians.

Zhu Yong's hands were bulging with veins, and his eyes were blazing with fury.

"Misfortune never comes singly. Around 7 a.m., an urgent report came from the direction of Rehe that a guerrilla detachment of about 3,000 Eighth Route Army soldiers had been attacked by Japanese aircraft that dropped poison gas in the mountainous area north of Chengde."

"The unit was completely unprepared for gas, and was almost...almost entirely wiped out."

"The Eighth Route Army has not yet released the exact figures, but it is feared that... less than one in ten will survive."

Zhu Yong closed his eyes.

Of the 3,000-strong guerrilla force, only one in ten survived.

"The Japanese ground forces, numbering approximately 500,000, launched a full-scale attack on our Jinzhou defense line at 8:30 a.m. under the cover of poison gas."

"The offensive was extremely fierce, equipped with a large number of heavy weapons, and completely disregarded the residual gas areas, driving surviving civilians as the vanguard. It was utterly inhuman."

"Although our troops fought desperately, the poison gas caused chaos in the defense line, resulting in troop losses, and some heavy equipment became unusable due to casualties."

"As of the time of this report, one of the three outer defenses around Jinzhou has been lost, and a desperate battle is currently underway to retake it."

"The Eighth Route Army headquarters has urgently mobilized all medical resources and requested my assistance in the form of gas masks and antidotes."

"However, my inventory is already insufficient, and priority must be given to ensuring the combat troops..."

"My Lord, the Japanese have gone mad. They will stop at nothing to reclaim North China. I beg you to provide support to North China."

"Wang Lei, weeping and kowtowing, urgently requests reinforcements!"

"At least 300,000 fresh troops and a large amount of chemical defense equipment are needed, otherwise Jinzhou will surely fall, the gateway to North China will be wide open, and hundreds of millions of people will suffer!"

Zhu Yong's face tightened, and the anger in his eyes was enough to incinerate mountains and boil seas.

"Damn those Japanese devils!!!"

"This time, no matter what, we must wipe out every last Japanese devil!!"

Before Zhu Yong could get angry, a second message arrived, this time from Zhu Wenzheng in East China.

"You have rebelled!"

"At Chenshi (7-9 AM) today, the enemy forces from the Wuchang direction advanced by both land and water, with hundreds of ships of various sizes sailing eastward down the river. Their land troops marched simultaneously along both banks, creating a cloud of dust that blotted out the sun; they were said to number a million!"

"The vanguard has already passed Huangshi and is approaching Anqing."

"The garrison in Anqing consists of only two divisions, and it is feared that they will not be able to hold out for

"On the northern route, the 7th Army of the Guangxi Clique marched out of the Dabie Mountains and launched a fierce attack on Luzhou. On the southern route, the enemy forces made a flanking maneuver towards Wuhu and Xuancheng."

"**This all-out attack was premeditated. Their troops are equipped with a large number of British-made firearms, mortars, and mountain guns, making their firepower far superior to that of the past. It is clear that this is military aid that John Bull transported from the Burma Road.

"Most of our East China troops have been transferred away to support Southeast Asia and to comply with the Emperor's edict."

"At present, the total military strength in places such as Jinling, Songhu, Anqing, Luzhou, and Wuhu is less than 300,000, and another 200,000 are stationed in Songhu."

"Three hundred thousand against six hundred thousand, and the enemy is well prepared and their morale is high."

"I have ordered Anqing to hold the line, and I have transferred 50,000 elite troops from Songhu back to Nanjing. The entire front, north and south of the Yangtze River, is now mobilized."

"However, the disparity in troop strength and the long defensive line meant that we were stretched thin everywhere."

"What's most hateful is that Baldy dared to raise the banner of the Northern Expedition to quell the rebellion and recapture Nanjing, regarding our expeditionary force as traitors and misleading the people!"

"My Lord, East China is also in grave danger!"

"Wenzheng has sworn to live and die with Nanjing."

"However, if we cannot achieve a swift victory, the Jiangnan region will be reduced to wasteland, and the people will suffer. I urge you, my lord, to provide immediate support to quell the rebellion and eliminate the bandits."

"Damn it!!"

Zhu Yong slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly. He couldn't wait to lead his troops to Jiangnan.

He hated traitors more than anything in his life.

Now, at a time of national crisis, instead of thinking about defending against foreign enemies, they even dare to take the initiative to provoke us.

Eliminable kill points...

Zhu Yong slowly looked at the system screen in front of him.

On the screen, the total kill points jumped to 28083771.

Two million left...