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

[Countdown to the reunification of the People's Republic of China in 2025 - 2 hours and 11 minutes.]

Bian Yun walked under the red flag.

He reached out and gently stroked the edge of the flag. The fabric was made of high-strength 2025 fiber, waterproof, fireproof, and resistant to extreme weather.

But what he touched was more than just cloth.

He turned around, facing everyone downstairs, facing the ruins of 1937, and facing China eighty-eight years later, and said loudly:

"Brothers! This is just the beginning!"

He pointed east—towards the Huangpu River, the direction of the Japanese fleet:

"Next—"

"We must let the Japanese devils know—"

The sound was like rolling thunder, each word striking the ground:

"Baoshan is a treasure mountain for the Chinese people!"

"Always—!!"

-

"Baoshan belongs to China—!!"

"Always—!!"

The roar was deafening.

In the command center in 2025, General Wang Kangmei watched this scene.

Looking at those young faces shouting in the ruins.

Looking at that fluttering red flag.

The old man slowly, very slowly, raised his right hand.

Bring your five fingers together and place the fingertips next to your temples.

salute.

Behind him—

All staff officers stood up.

All technicians stood up.

All guards stood up.

brush--!

They all raised their hands in unison and saluted.

At this moment, the long river of eighty-eight years was pierced by a red flag.

It was connected by more than 700 people who vowed to fight to the death.

Awakened by memories etched into the very bones of a people.

It's 11 p.m.

Yao Qing and Liu Xiao, two classmates from the Whampoa Military Academy, were drinking in the ruins.

We were drinking strong liquor, which we picked up on the road.

Yao Qing punched Liu Xiao on the shoulder, his eyes red-rimmed: "You fucking... you're actually alive."

Liu Xiao laughed loudly, tears streaming down his face: "I won't dare die until I've killed all the Japanese devils!"

The two embraced tightly, as if trying to shove each other into their bones.

Then they both turned around and looked at the rooftop.

The red flag fluttered in the night wind. Searchlights were mounted on the rooftop—powered by solar panels from 2025—and their light shone on the flag, making that red hue burn brightly in the darkness.

"That flag..." Liu Xiao said softly.

"The flag of the new China," Yao Qing said. "Brother Bian Yun said that this flag will keep flying. Flying until 2025, and even further into the future."

Third floor, under the red flag.

Bian Yun looked at the countdown in his mind:

[Countdown to the Return of the People's Republic of China - 5 minutes 30 seconds]

Three seriously wounded men lay on stretchers beside him. They had received their last dose of antibiotics and their vital signs were stable, but they urgently needed surgery.

One was shot in the abdomen, one had a punctured lung, and one was on the verge of having both legs amputated.

"When we get back..." The man, shot in the abdomen, gripped Bian Yun's hand, his voice weak, "I want to see... what the new China... is really like..."

"Okay." Bian Yun squeezed his hand. "You must see every city and every road in the new China."

Lu Bei walked over and patted Bian Yun on the shoulder:

"Go back with peace of mind. I said I'd hold out until the Japanese army questioned the meaning of life."

He looked downstairs—more than seven hundred people were reinforcing the fortifications and distributing the last batch of ammunition. The compressed biscuits brought from 2025 were broken into small pieces, and each person received a bite.

But this one bite can last a whole day.

"Six hours later, you'll bring back four people and four cubic meters of water," Lu Bei said. "I've calculated it—if it continues to grow at this rate, after twenty times..."

He didn't finish speaking, but Bian Yun understood.

After twenty times, they will be able to bring back an army of a million.

They can bring the aircraft carrier back.

It can change everything.

Suddenly, a roar came from the night sky.

It wasn't the sound of cannons, it was the sound of an engine—an airplane engine.

Japanese bombers.

Three Type 96 land-based attack aircraft emerged from the clouds, their bomb racks clearly visible under their wings.

Their target was obvious—the rooftop of the bank building.

That red flag was too conspicuous.

"Hide—!!" Yao Qing roared.

But Bian Yun didn't move.

He looked up at the planes and watched them begin to dive.

The countdown in my mind jumped to the last minute:

【00:01:00】

【00:00:59】

Lu Bei picked up his sniper rifle—he wanted to see if he could shoot down a plane.

【00:00:30】

The bombers entered their bombing runway.

【00:00:10】

Bian Yun squatted down and held the hands of the three wounded soldiers.

【00:00:05】

The first plane began dropping its bombs. Black dots fell from the belly of the aircraft.

【00:00:03】

Bian Yun closed her eyes.

He silently recited in his heart:

Next time I come back—

The J-20 cannot be brought here.

But everyone must carry a set of "single-person air defense portable missiles".

for sure.

【00:00:01】

The moment darkness fell, he heard Lu Bei's roar:

"I'll wait for you to come back—!!"

Then--

The air in 2025, the smell of disinfectant in hospitals, and...

Little Sichuan's voice:

"Brother Bian...you're back?!"

Bian Yun opened her eyes.

A pristine white hospital room. The ticking of a monitor. Dawn in Shanghai, 2025, outside the window.

Three seriously injured people lay on the transfer stretchers, and medical staff surrounded them.

Little Sichuan sat in his wheelchair by the door. The bandages on his legs were still thick, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"They..." Little Sichuan looked at the three wounded, "also...from..."

"It's from 1937." Bian Yun stood up and looked into his mind.

New words are emerging:

[Preparations for the 3rd Crossing]

[Countdown: 5 hours 59 minutes]

[Number of passengers allowed: 4]

Portable space: 4 cubic meters

[Special Recommendation: Portable air defense missile system x4, for individual soldier use]

Bian Yun smiled.

He walked to the window and looked eastward—where the sun of 2025 was rising.

He knew that in Baoshan in 1937, that red flag was still flying.

Lu Bei is still on guard.

More than 700 brothers are still waiting.

Wait for him to go back.

With more answers, more weapons, and more—

hope.

……

The second time travel ended.

Bring back: 3 seriously wounded soldiers

What remains: 1 person including Lu Bei, 1 red flag, and approximately 0.7 cubic meters of remaining supplies.

Priority of the packing list for the third crossing:

1. Man-portable air defense missile (FN-6 improved version)

2. Anti-material sniper rifle (QBU-202)

3. Tactical Unmanned Aerial Vehicles (Swarm Operations Module)

4. Medical supplies (surgical instruments, blood plasma, antibiotics)

5.时空锚点：1937年8月16日12:00，银行大楼防御战最激烈时刻……