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

On the Chinese side...

The soldiers ate their individual field rations with smiles on their faces.

Because today, they not only held their ground.

They even saw it with their own eyes—

Even Japanese soldiers can fly.

Even the Japanese devils will be crushed.

Even the Japanese devils...are afraid.

The breacher jumped down from the turret.

The movements weren't exactly graceful; after spending most of the day in the cockpit, my legs were a bit numb.

He landed, his foot landing on the soft, scorched earth with a soft "plop" sound.

The embroiderer also came down.

The two walked to the anvil and stood together in front of the three "Kirin" tanks, their backs to the cold steel and their faces to the silent yet busy battlefield under the night sky.

The moonlight was faint, barely enough to illuminate each other's silhouettes.

"tomorrow."

The one who broke down the door spoke first. He was the oldest of the three, forty-two years old, with twenty-four years of service and the most experience:

"The Japanese will definitely retaliate."

"Mm." The embroiderer nodded. She took off her helmet, her long hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze. The moonlight shone on her face, illuminating her clear features and calm eyes.

"The Third Division still has more than 20,000 men. They won't give up on Luodian just because they lost a company today. They will definitely reassess the situation tonight and formulate new tactics."

She paused:

"They might deploy heavy artillery."

"A night raid might be planned."

"Then let them come." Iron Anvil flicked away the burnt-out cigarette butt in his hand.

The cigarette butt's embers traced a brief red arc in the night before falling to the ground and extinguishing.

The embroiderer glanced at him, said nothing, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly upwards:

"Anvil, I admire your confidence."

The breacher patted the anvil on the shoulder:

"Take a break now. I'll arrange the night shift."

"I'll go check the vehicle's condition," the embroiderer said, turning and walking towards vehicle 102.

The anvil stood still, then suddenly shouted:

"Hey, breacher, we're here to support the north bank of Luodian. Do you have any individual rocket launchers with you?"

The breacher stopped in his tracks, turned to look at the anvil, and frowned slightly: "The man-portable rocket launcher still has seven armor-piercing rounds and three high-explosive rounds. What do you want?"

The anvil pointed to the southwest direction of Luodian.

The person who broke down the door looked in the direction he was pointing.

That area was occupied by the Japanese army.

"That bright area should be the command post of the 34th Regiment," the breacher said, chewing on an energy bar. His voice was muffled but certain. "The dark area next to it is either an artillery position or a pile of ammunition."

The embroiderer removed her helmet, tossed her neat short hair, and said calmly, "You're right. But after the daytime fighting, the Japanese will definitely redeploy. The Third Division isn't stupid; after suffering such a huge loss, they can't possibly remain silent."

Iron Anvil nodded, leaning against the tank armor: "So I was thinking—"

He paused, his eyes shining brightly in the night:

"Instead of waiting for them to prepare and attack us, we should—"

"Let's go and pay them a visit first."

The door-breaking man stopped chewing.

The embroiderer narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Night raid." Iron Anvil uttered two words, his voice not loud, but like nails hammered into the night, "Taking advantage of their most chaotic and fearful moment."

"It's too risky." The embroiderer shook her head slightly, her hand resting on the tactical pistol at her waist. "We only have three vehicles. Leaving the main position at night and going deep behind enemy lines, if we get caught—"

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was clear.

Once the Japanese army discovers that they have left the protection of the tanks, even the most elite soldiers are still flesh and blood in the open.

"We're not going by car." Anvil smiled, revealing a set of white teeth that gleamed slightly in the night. "Instead, we'll be carrying individual soldier equipment and infiltrating lightly."

"I remember that before we set off, we all had the original topographical map and architectural layout of Luodian in 1937 imprinted in our minds."

"We know these ruins better than the Japanese soldiers."

He pointed to several points marked with red circles on the map:

"This is the church bell tower before the war. It should be half collapsed now, but the main structure is still there, making it an excellent vantage point."

"This used to be a rice shop warehouse. It was a brick and stone structure with a basement that could be used to hide people."

"This is……"

He paused, his finger stopping at one spot:

"This was the slaughterhouse before the war. As you know, slaughterhouses have complex underground pipe networks for drainage. It was definitely bombed and collapsed after the war, but—"

The anvil raised its head and looked at the embroiderer and the door-breaker:

"Some of the channels should still be usable."

The breacher tossed aside the energy bar packaging, his expression turning serious: "You're trying to infiltrate using the underground pipe network?"

"Yes." The anvil put away the terminal. "After the massacre during the day, the Japanese must be terrified. Nighttime is when they're most tense and confused. That's when we'll emerge from the most unexpected place—"

He didn't finish speaking, but his meaning was already quite clear.

The embroiderer remained silent for a few seconds, the moonlight casting a cool silhouette on her face.

"Theoretically feasible," she finally spoke, her voice still calm. "But the three of us aren't enough. We need at least a standard special operations team configuration—an observer for overall surveillance, a demolition expert for hard targets, and a sniper for long-range cover and evacuation support..."

"We don't need those." Anvil interrupted her, drawing the single-soldier rocket launcher he called "the can opener" from his waist and patting it lightly. "We're not going for a frontal assault. We're going to—"

He grinned, a cruel mockery in his smile:

"Let's set off a big firework."

The door-breaker and the embroiderer exchanged a glance.

"Be more specific," the breacher said.

The anvil crouched down and quickly drew a diagram on the soil with a dagger:

"There are three of us, three targets. The breacher, you take two armor-piercing rounds—"

He pointed the tip of his dagger at the dark area on the map where vehicles were clustered:

"Find out the Japanese mortar or infantry gun assembly points and give them a good 'open fire'. Remember, fire and run, don't linger."

The breacher nodded, his eyes already calculating the distance and route.

"Embroiderer." The dagger on the anvil moved to another dark area. "Take the high-explosive rounds and find their ammunition depot. Don't go in; find a good angle outside and take them down with one shot. After it detonates, they'll be in serious trouble."

The embroiderer nodded slightly and began checking the types of ammunition she was carrying.

"As for me—" The dagger on the anvil finally stopped in the area with the most concentrated lights, "I'm going to pay a visit to that 'big shot' in the clock tower."

After the anvil finished speaking, the door-breaking man and the embroiderer exchanged a glance.

After a long silence, the person who broke down the door slowly nodded: "Time?"

"Meet here in one hour," Anvil said. "Bring night vision goggles, silenced weapons, and individual communication devices. Travel light, only bring essential equipment."

"Understood." The breacher turned and walked toward vehicle 103 to begin preparing his equipment.

The embroiderer did not leave immediately.

She walked up to the anvil, stopped, and looked up at him.

Under the moonlight, her eyes shone brightly, like two obsidian stones immersed in ice water.

"The anvil," she said, her voice soft yet exceptionally clear, "You always lead from the front in every battle, displaying great heroism."

"I love so much."

She paused, then added:

"But my great hero, you can lead from the front, but you should also be careful."

"Please don't... die."