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

Liu Guanjun arrived at the scene of the accident quickly.

Almost all the members who attacked the oil depot perished in the fire, with only one seriously injured.

The seriously wounded soldier is already unconscious, which is why no information has been reported so far.

Actually, it wasn't the fault of the raiders at all; it was just a coincidence.

On this auspicious day of the attack, a black man from the Eagle Army didn't listen to any swearing-in ceremony or mobilization; instead, he was having an affair with a nurse in an oil depot.

This led to the black man firing indiscriminately after the raiders arrived, breaching the oil depot.

Liu Guanjun sighed softly and immediately sent the seriously injured person into his personal space to be treated by the space's hospital.

Thanks to Zhu Yong's development over the past few days, the portable space now contains not only vast tracts of fertile land and factories, but also various supplies for daily life.

In the future, this place could even become a small world.

Pearl Harbor, at the airport.

Most of the Eagle Army's planes were seized by the clones before they could even take off.

The few P-40 fighters that managed to take off were quickly shot down by the clones using RPGs.

The resistance continued, but it grew weaker and weaker, and more and more desperate.

About three hours later, the gunfire in the main area of ​​Pearl Harbor had largely subsided.

Thick smoke shrouded this former "heart of the Pacific Ocean".

The sea was littered with shipwrecks, oil spills, and countless corpses, some of them belonging to the Eagle Army, but mostly to the Eagle Army, as well as many civilians who had not had time to evacuate.

The port buildings were riddled with holes, and burning ruins were everywhere.

But most importantly—

Pearl Harbor, along with almost all of its main warships, fell into the hands of Zhu Ganglie!

According to rough estimates, the warships that were completely captured included 12 aircraft carriers, 2 battleships, 5 heavy cruisers, 12 light cruisers, and more than 40 destroyers.

In addition to warships, there are more than 3000 aircraft of various types, including carrier-based aircraft and some land-based aircraft.

Countless strategic materials, including fuel, ammunition, food, and spare parts.

Almost complete port facilities, repair docks, and naval base.

In addition, tens of thousands of Eagle Army officers and soldiers were captured, and Nimitz and a group of naval officers jumped into the sea and went missing, their fate unknown.

With the addition of the expeditionary fleet under Zhu Yong's command, Zhu Yong now possesses the world's most powerful fleet and air force.

Zhu Yong has the freedom to roam the Pacific, Indian, and Atlantic Oceans.

The only regret is that the oil depot was bombed, which greatly shortened the range of Zhu Yong's super fleet, and it may only be enough for one strike mission.

However, Zhu Yong had no time to pay attention to any of this, because he was busy hacking and slashing at the Japanese soldiers.

......

Three hours ago.

Liaodong, Jinzhou.

The sky was a sickly leaden gray, and the low-hanging clouds seemed to be smoky from the rising toxic smoke from the ground, casting ominous yellow-green shadows.

The air was thick and sticky, mixed with the pungent smell of sweet almonds, the pungent and coughing sensation of wasabi, and a stench that seemed to be a mixture of rotten garlic and rotten eggs.

These are all toxic gases.

Visibility in the entire area surrounding Jinzhou was less than 30 meters.

Deep within this poisonous fog, a mixture of murky yellow and dark green, the city of Jinzhou is experiencing its most devastating day in its centuries-long history.

The breach in the eastern city wall of Jinzhou.

A section of the city wall about thirty meters long had completely collapsed, with huge stone blocks and bricks collapsing into a chaotic slope, becoming the passage for the 19th Infantry Regiment of the 5th Division of the Japanese army to attack.

On the slope, corpses were piled up in layers.

There were soldiers of the garrison, wearing gray expeditionary force uniforms and simple gas masks, lying among the rubble in various contorted positions.

Some people's bodies were mutilated by artillery shells or grenades, while many more had horrifying blisters, ulcers, and charred skin covering their exposed skin.

Many more corpses were wearing khaki Japanese military uniforms.

They were also wearing gas masks, but their protection was clearly more complete, with newer models and better sealing.

However, this does not completely protect against the damage from high concentrations of poison gas, nor can it withstand bullets and bayonets.

The brutality of the battlefield, coupled with the eerie thick fog, made it feel like being in hell.

Even so, neither side withdrew.

The war continues!

"Da da da da—!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Grenade!"

"Banzai—!!"

Gunshots, explosions, shouts, and dying cries echoed wildly from the streets and alleys behind the breach, which had been reduced to ruins.

The poisonous fog not only obscured vision but also distorted sound, making everything sound muffled, as if it came from another world.

Inside the breach, behind a makeshift fortification consisting of half a city wall and several broken walls from dilapidated houses.

Song Yong, the commander of the Jinzhou defense forces of the expeditionary force, was kneeling behind a sandbag bunker.

His gas mask lenses were covered in mud and bloodstains, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

My throat is burning, and every breath feels like swallowing shards of glass.

This was the result of inhaling a small amount of toxic gas when the mask malfunctioned briefly during a previous gas attack.

His left arm was ripped open by shrapnel, leaving a deep gash that exposed the bone. It was hastily bandaged with torn leg wraps, and blood had soaked through it and was still seeping out.

"Reporting to the Commander!"

"The 3rd Company of the 2nd Battalion... is wiped out! The company commander is dead! The position 20 meters to the left of the breach has been lost!"

Song Yong suddenly looked up and, through his cloudy glasses, looked to his left.

About twenty meters away, behind a small section of the remaining wall that was originally guarded by the Third Company of the Second Battalion, a figure in khaki was already moving about.

The Japanese soldiers are setting up light machine guns there, and their firepower is starting to extend in this direction.

"Guard Platoon!"

Song Yong transmitted his thoughts: "Follow me! Push those damned Japanese devils back!"

"Commander! You can't..."

The chief of staff next to him tried to stop him.

"Get out of the way!"

Song Yong shoved him aside and grabbed a 98K rifle with a bayonet fixed from the sandbag.

"There are still tens of thousands of civilians in the city who haven't been evacuated!"

"If we lose this breach completely, and the Japanese invaders rush in, it will be a massacre!"

"General Wang Lei ordered us to hold out for half a day! Only a few hours have passed?!"

He turned around and shouted at the dozens of soldiers who were still able to move behind the cover:

"Charge with me! We'd rather die! Killing one is enough, killing two is a bonus!"

"I will not forget us!"

"kill--!"

Without further mobilization, in this desperate situation, their fighting spirit was completely ignited.

Song Yong was the first to leap out of the cover, stepping over rubble and corpses, and lunged to the left.

The soldiers behind him howled like wild beasts, following closely behind.

In the poisonous fog, the tan-colored figures of the Japanese soldiers also spotted this sudden counterattack force.

"Chinese, retaliate! Fire!"

"Tap tap tap tap—"

The Japanese soldiers' newly installed Type 92 heavy machine guns spewed fire.

The two soldiers at the front were instantly knocked down.

Song Yong rolled over and hid behind a fallen roof beam, bullets scattering wood chips everywhere.

He coughed violently a few times, his lungs feeling like they were being torn apart.

"Grenades! Throw them all at once!"

Several wooden-handled grenades streaked through the dim, poisonous fog and landed near the Japanese machine gun position.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

An explosion rang out, and the Japanese machine guns briefly fell silent.

"superior!"

Song Yong leaped up again, leading his soldiers in a fierce charge.

The two sides clashed in close combat amidst the ruins.

The dull thud of a bayonet piercing flesh, the crisp crack of a rifle butt shattering bone, the dying screams, the furious roars...

On this land soaked in poison gas, the most primal battles are taking place.

Song Yong's bayonet pierced the chest of a Japanese sergeant, twisted it forcefully, pulled it out, and a spray of blood came out.

Another Japanese soldier yelled and thrust his rifle forward. Song Yong dodged to the side, and the butt of his rifle slammed into the soldier's mask, shattering the lens. The soldier screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his face.

But more Japanese soldiers surged up.

The soldiers around Song Yong fell one by one.

He leaned against a charred, broken wall, panting heavily, the exhalation valve of his gas mask hissing rapidly.

My vision started to blur, not just because the lenses were dirty, but also because of the dizziness caused by blood loss and poisoning.

"Maybe I'm really going to die here..." A thought flashed through my mind.

"Commander! Reinforcements! Reinforcements have arrived!"

Behind them came the chief of staff's excited shouts.

Song Yong suddenly turned his head.

Beyond the breach, more figures could be vaguely seen emerging from the billowing poisonous fog.

This was the force that Wang Lei had squeezed out from other fronts. In order to hold off the Japanese attack, Wang Lei had done everything he could.

He dared not transfer troops along the Taihang Mountains because he feared that Yan Xishan and the bald man were colluding.

If Yan Xishan had set out from Jincheng, then North China would have been in real turmoil.

So Wang Lei scraped together 10,000 men and finally managed to come to support Song Yong.

Song Yong didn't have time to think it through; reinforcements were his only hope.

"Brothers! Reinforcements have arrived! Let's show those little devils what's what!" He roared with his last bit of strength.

With reinforcements arriving, the defending troops were greatly encouraged and, with renewed vigor, drove the Japanese back once again.

Just then—

"Whoosh—Boom!!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—Boom boom boom!!"

A sharp whistling sound ripped through the oppressive atmosphere of the poisonous fog, followed by a series of violent explosions!

These are not ordinary shells.

The smoke cloud from the explosion had an eerie yellowish-green hue, which quickly mixed with and spread with the toxic fog in the air.

"Poison gas!! The Japanese have used poison gas again!!" Terrified screams erupted.

A new round of gas bombardment covered a wider area both inside and outside the breach.

Song Yong's heart sank to the bottom.

"Take cover! Find cover! Get to higher ground if possible!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, but his voice was drowned out by the explosion and chaos.

The toxic fog has thickened.

Sight was almost completely lost.

All that remained in my ears were the sounds of explosions, coughs, vomiting, desperate cries, and... the ghostly "Banzai" charge launched by the Japanese soldiers under the cover of poisonous fog.

Jinzhou is sliding toward complete collapse.