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

The Chinese defenders' positions on the north bank of Luodian.

The one-eyed company commander, Chen Dashan, slept for less than two hours.

Extreme physical exhaustion caused him to fall into a temporary drowsy state, but his soldier's instincts made his sleep very light.

When the first muffled explosion came from afar, he opened his one eye almost instantly.

"Enemy attack?!"

He instinctively reached for the pistol at his waist and struggled to sit up.

But the next second, he froze.

In the trenches, his men did not panic and lie down; instead, they all looked up, staring blankly at the night sky to the northwest.

"Company commander...look..." A young soldier squatting next to him pointed to the sky, his voice filled with unbelievable excitement.

Chen Dashan looked in the direction he was pointing.

Then, he froze.

To the northwest, the night sky was tinged with orange-red.

A huge, rolling fireball is rising, and below it, you can vaguely see the blasted debris and human fragments being thrown into the air, outlining eerie silhouettes in the firelight.

Immediately afterwards—

From the southeast, an even more terrifying pillar of fire shot into the sky!

That wasn't an "explosion" anymore; it was a real volcanic eruption.

The entire sky was tinged with blood red. The shockwave's vibrations even reached the positions several kilometers away, and Chen Dashan could clearly feel the ground beneath him trembling.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

A thunderous roar rolled in, particularly awe-inspiring in the pre-dawn silence.

"This...this is..." Chen Dashan stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"Mortar position! It must have been the Japanese mortar position that was blown up!" a veteran shouted hoarsely, his face flushed with excitement. "Judging from the noise... at least an artillery company was destroyed!"

Before the words were finished—

A third explosion!

This time it's even closer! It's right in the direction of Luodian Town center!

A white meteor streaked across the night sky and crashed precisely into the towering clock tower!

Then, the entire clock tower transformed into a giant torch!

Burning fiercely!

The firelight illuminated almost half of Luodian Town!

The trenches were deathly silent.

Everyone looked up, staring blankly at the burning sky.

Looking at the wreckage flying in the flames.

Looking at the clock tower that was once a Japanese observation post but is now a crematorium.

A good ten seconds or so passed.

A small, thin soldier from Guangdong, whose face still looked childish, suddenly spoke up.

He spoke Mandarin with a heavy Cantonese accent; his voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear because of the silence in the trenches.

"Wow...the fireworks are so beautiful..."

He tilted his head back, his eyes gleaming in the firelight, and a pure smile spread across his lips:

"Look, you can even vaguely see Japanese soldiers flying up in the fireworks..."

These words caused an uproar in the trenches.

"Hahaha! The little guy was right!" A veteran from Guangdong slapped his thigh and laughed wildly, tears streaming down his face. "It was a really big firework! Much prettier than the firecrackers we set off during Chinese New Year!"

Another tall soldier, speaking with a Shandong accent, still wore an expression of disbelief, but the joy in his voice was impossible to hide:

"My goodness... The Japanese 34th Regiment was an elite unit of the enemy. We usually had to lose several men to take down just one Japanese soldier. And now, the entire regiment is just gone like that?"

He scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

"Although I feel it's a little unreal... these fireworks are fucking gorgeous!"

"It's really cool!" a soldier from Sichuan chimed in, his voice shrill. "Those damn Japanese devils, they've finally met their match! Let's send them on their way with fireworks, they got off easy!"

"She's really beautiful!"

"That was awesome! That was fucking awesome!"

"Let's release a few more! Let those bastards fly a little longer!"

The soldiers echoed their sentiments, and cheers, laughter, and excited chatter filled the entire trench in an instant.

The emotions that had been suppressed for so long finally found an outlet at this moment.

It's not that they're cold-blooded.

This battle was just too difficult.

Watching his brothers fall one by one, watching the Japanese army use their superior firepower to suppress him so that he couldn't even lift his head, watching those young lives being harvested like weeds...

They loved watching these "fireworks" so much.

This is more than just a victory.

This is a proof—

This proves that their perseverance was meaningful.

This proves that their sacrifice was worthwhile.

This proves that the Chinese people are not lambs to be slaughtered!

In the trench, Chen Dashan leaned against a sandbag, gazing with one eye at the burning night sky and the clock tower that had become a torch.

He suddenly remembered what the anvil had said two hours earlier when it left:

"I'm going to deliver some 'gifts' to the Japanese devils. And set off a big firework."

At the time, he thought the anvil was just a figure of speech.

After all, sneaking into the rear guarded by the Japanese army in the dead of night to "set off fireworks"?

This sounds like a fairy tale.

But now...

Chen Dashan looked at the sea of ​​fire to the northwest, the thick smoke that had not yet completely dissipated to the southeast, and the clock tower in the center of the town that was burning fiercely...

This is not a firework.

There are three.

Three devastating explosions occurred simultaneously in different locations!

His throat felt a little dry.

That young man in the strange combat uniform who spoke in a loud voice...

What exactly did they do?

Just as Chen Dashan was lost in thought—

Three figures slowly emerged from the shadows of the ruins ahead of the trench.

Under the moonlight and the distant firelight, their outlines gradually became clear.

Leading the way was Iron Anvil, with a rocket launcher on his shoulder, his steps light as if he had just come back from a walk.

He walked to the edge of the trench, looked at the soldiers inside with their heads tilted back and faces full of excitement, laughed loudly, and spread his arms wide:

"Brothers—"

His voice was loud and clear, carrying an undisguised sense of pride:

"fireworks--"

"Is it good-looking?!"

The trenches erupted in cheers!

"nice--!!!"

"Anvil Brothers! Awesome!"

"You set off those fireworks?! That was fucking awesome!"

"Release a few more! Send those damn Japanese devils to heaven!"

Amid cheers, the embroiderer walked over to the anvil and gave it a light slap on the back.

"Look at you, so capable."

Her voice wasn't loud, but the soldiers in the trenches all heard it and immediately burst into even louder laughter...

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