Not enough Japanese devils to kill? 1.4 billion people volunteer for the Battle of Shanghai.

105. What is justice falling from the sky?

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

2026, on the banks of the Yangtze River.

Lei Xiong faces the Yangtze River, towards the direction of Luodian in 1937, and roars with his head raised:

"Brothers—we saw it—!!!!!"

"You're not fighting alone... no..."

"I am Thunder Bear!"

"I, Kim Seung-ho!"

"I am Li Huai!"

"I, King Jin!"

"I am Tan Ming!"

"We...must...go..."

"1937!"

"With the brothers!"

"Fighting side by side!"

On the other side, Lin Yun's team, who were preparing to head to Sheshan to participate in the second mountain climbing assessment, had stopped at some point.

Lin Yun did not roar like the others, nor did he shed tears or lose his composure due to excitement.

They simply stood there quietly, looking up at the light screen image from 1937 in the sky.

In the scene, Iron Anvil stands on the Qilin Tank and roars to the sky.

In the footage, Chinese soldiers who survived the ordeal are seen clenching their fists and pounding their chests in the trenches.

In the footage, the Shanghai cityscape across the Suzhou Creek in the distance is still ablaze.

Lin Yun stood ramrod straight, the wind sweeping through her wet, short hair and ruffling the collar of her light gray combat uniform.

Then, she spoke.

The sound wasn't loud.

It could even be described as very light.

But every word was like an icicle frozen in the Siberian cold, clear, cold, and carrying a chilling killing intent:

"I."

"want."

"go."

"1937".

"Kill the Japanese devils."

She paused, then added:

"Anyone—"

"Nothing can stop me."

The other members of the air force squad turned their gazes toward Lin Yun.

Lin Yun's gaze swept over them as well.

Her gaze held a question, but even more so, a confirmation.

Confirm whether they are the same as her.

To confirm whether this team still possesses the same will.

Chen Fei was the first to react.

The young Air Force lieutenant vigorously wiped his face, exposing his tears and snot to his sleeve, then straightened his back:

"Wherever the captain goes, I'll go!"

Zhang Liang, the big guy who was a mechanic, roared even louder:

"Damn it! I'm going to personally twist off a few Japanese devils' heads and kick them around like footballs!"

The other team members didn't say anything, but simply took a step forward at the same time.

Their eyes said it all.

Lin Yun looked at them and nodded.

Then, she turned around, no longer looking at the light screen, but looking ahead—the assessment road leading to the cliffs of Sheshan, full of "enemy" ambushes and natural obstacles.

"So——"

She took a step:

"Use the fastest speed possible."

"Passed all assessments."

"I got one of those sixty-four tickets."

The combat boots made a dull thud as they stepped on the damp mud.

Lin Yun's figure gradually disappeared.

Meanwhile, an even more deafening roar is erupting on the Yangtze River.

"roar--!!!!"

It wasn't just one person's voice.

It was the Marines, their voices ringing out in unison, a roar like crashing waves!

The roar was so powerful that it even drowned out the thunderous roar of the Yangtze River!

Zhou Zhenhai stood at the very front of the line. This usually calm and even somewhat arrogant Marine Corps officer now had bloodshot eyes and bulging veins on his neck.

Then, he suddenly turned around!

Facing his teammates.

He faced his brothers who had crossed the river with him, who had broken through the machine gun blockade with him, and who now also had tears of blood in their eyes.

All the team members' eyes were fixed on him.

No words were spoken.

But Zhou Zhenhai understood what was burning in those eyes—

It was murderous intent, a murderous intent so intense it was about to overflow.

It is rage, rage that wants to burn all invaders to ashes.

Their eyes seemed to say: Captain, take us there. Take us to 1937. Take us to kill the Japanese devils.

Zhou Zhenhai took a deep breath.

He took a deep, deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale the moisture from the Yangtze River and all the grief and indignation on this land into his lungs.

Then he spoke:

"I saw it."

"You saw it too."

"Those Kirin tanks... are very powerful."

"But those are Army guys."

He suddenly grinned and smiled.

That smile was ferocious, tinged with blood and the salty stench of the sea breeze, yet carrying a unique pride and ferocity belonging to the Marine Corps:

"We are the Navy."

"They could drown the Japanese in the sea."

"We can crush the Japanese devils on the beach."

"A man who can send the Japanese devils back to their hometowns anywhere!"

He suddenly raised his voice, and it exploded:

"Now--"

"tell me!"

"Is anyone there—"

"They want it even more than we do—"

He almost shouted himself hoarse:

"Kill the Japanese devils—?!!"

Meanwhile, in the Yangtze River behind Zhou Zhenhai, the voices of the Marines rang out simultaneously.

"No--!!!!"

Zhou Zhenhai nodded emphatically.

Then, he raised his hand, pointing to Sheshan, to that primeval forest, to his final destination—the abandoned chemical plant.

"Then what are we waiting for?!"

"At the fastest speed—"

"Level cleared!"

"Then--"

"Send the Japanese devils..."

"Let's go into the sea and feed the fish!"

"yes--!!!"

Amidst roars, nine figures in marine camouflage, like nine killer whales pouncing on their prey, charged toward the second stage of the assessment!

Further away, in the Rocket Force's temporary assembly area.

Jiang Xingchen stood on the roof of a communications command vehicle.

His hands were shaking.

It wasn't a trembling from fear.

It was a trembling of excitement.

He looked at the light screen.

Watching those Qilin tanks clear the battlefield in the most violent way.

Watching a high-explosive bomb turn hundreds of Japanese soldiers into minced meat and charred remains.

Watching the anvil roar.

Then--

He closed his eyes.

It's not that I can't bear to watch.

It is being calculated.

The brain, like a supercomputer, begins to operate at full speed.

However, this calculation does not cover the missile's ballistic parameters, the saturation density of fire coverage, or the frequency bandwidth of electronic jamming.

But -

If a Dongfeng-11 short-range ballistic missile were sent to the Shanghai-Nanjing battlefield in 1937...

Launch site: South bank of the Yangtze River, within the area controlled by our military.

Target: Headquarters of the Japanese Shanghai Expeditionary Army, near Hongkou Park...

If we send a Dongfeng-15 medium-range ballistic missile over there.

With a longer range, it could cover the Japanese landing site in Hangzhou Bay.

If we send the Dongfeng-21D there...

That's an anti-ship ballistic missile.

They're specifically designed to target aircraft carriers.

In 1937, the Japanese Third Fleet, with its cruisers and destroyers that roamed the Yangtze River estuary and the Huangpu River...

Jiang Xingchen's lips began to twitch upwards uncontrollably.

It was a cold, almost cruel smile belonging to a top weapons expert.