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

"Wait for me to come back—"

Bian Yun's voice, through time and space communication, pierced through eighty-nine years of war.

The following sounds echoed over the north bank of the Luodian River during the Battle of Shanghai in 1937:

"Together with you—"

"Recapture Luodian!"

"Reclaim the lost territory!"

After saying that, he took a deep breath, and with all his might, he roared:

"The People's Republic of China—!!!"

"Long live--!!!"

Similarly, this voice, these words, will resound in the new China in 2026.

Eastern theater.

On the banks of the Yangtze River.

On the huge electronic screen, live footage of the north bank of Luodian is being displayed.

Those soldiers covered in wounds.

That red flag fluttering in the wind.

Those who scream.

Those ones--

Those who are risking their lives to protect.

In the video, that shout can be heard:

"The People's Republic of China—!!!"

"Long live--!!!"

On the training platform.

Five thousand elite soldiers from the Eastern Theater Command stood in neat rows.

At this moment, they are looking at the screen.

Listen to that shout.

Listen to that sound—

The shouts that came from 1937.

Lei Xiong stood there.

This two-meter-tall man had his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

His eyes turned red.

"Damn it..." he muttered, "I can't wait any longer..."

Then he roared:

"The People's Republic of China—!!!"

"Long live--!!!"

Jin Sheng stood beside him.

Shout along:

"The People's Republic of China—!!!"

"Long live--!!!"

Li Huai pushed up his glasses.

There were tears glistening on the lenses of my glasses.

But he was also shouting:

"The People's Republic of China—!!!"

"Long live--!!!"

Wang Jin was taciturn.

But he was also yelling.

He roared louder than anyone else:

"The People's Republic of China—!!!"

"Long live--!!!"

Air Force formation.

Lin Yun stood there.

He was wearing that light gray training uniform.

Her face remained calm.

But her eyes shone like stars.

She raised her hand.

That hand was long and strong.

She shouted:

"The People's Republic of China—!!!"

"Long live--!!!"

Behind her, the air force members shouted in unison:

"The People's Republic of China—!!!"

"Long live--!!!"

Naval formation.

Zhou Zhenhai stood there.

He had a scar on his face.

But his eyes were frighteningly bright.

He shouted:

"The People's Republic of China—!!!"

"Long live--!!!"

Behind him, Marines shouted in unison:

"The People's Republic of China—!!!"

"Long live--!!!"

Rocket Force formation.

Jiang Xingchen stood there.

He was wearing those sunglasses.

No one could see his eyes.

But he was also shouting.

The sound was very loud:

"The People's Republic of China—!!!"

"Long live--!!!"

Behind him, Rocket Force soldiers shouted in unison:

"The People's Republic of China—!!!"

"Long live--!!!"

Five thousand elite soldiers.

Five thousand voices.

They merged into one.

Huicheng—

A cry that welled up from the bottom of my heart.

Huicheng—

A vow made with one's life.

The sound was so powerful that it made the Yangtze River tremble.

The sound was so loud that it caused the clouds in the sky to disperse.

The sound pierced through the training platform.

It penetrated the command post.

It penetrated—

The heart of every person.

in the crowd.

A figure stood out conspicuously.

Yuan Man.

The deputy battalion commander of the reconnaissance battalion who was "killed" by Xu Le during the selection process for crossing the river.

He was not among the seventh group of time travelers.

But he's still here.

They are still training.

Still waiting.

Still there—

A roar.

"The People's Republic of China—!!!"

"Long live--!!!"

His voice was louder than anyone else's.

It's louder than anyone else's.

More than anyone else—

urgent.

He can't wait.

He wanted to go to 1937.

I want to go and kill the Japanese devils.

I want to go—

Save those brothers.

The edge of the training platform.

Xu Le stood there.

That scarred company commander.

The "enemy army" that blocked all the teams crossing the Yangtze River.

He also failed to become one of the people in this batch of time travelers.

But he's still here.

Still watching.

Still there—

and so on.

He looked at those roaring soldiers.

Looking at those—

The people who are about to go to 1937.

His eyes reddened.

But he didn't shout.

He just stood there.

Watching.

Then, he said softly:

"Kill a few more Japanese devils for me."

On the training platform.

General Wang Kangmei stood there.

He was wearing that military uniform.

He was not wearing a military cap.

Her white hair fluttered slightly in the wind.

But his back was ramrod straight.

He looked at those roaring soldiers.

Listen to that deafening shout.

His eyes also reddened.

But he didn't let the tears fall.

He turned around.

He looked at Bian Yun.

Look at that—

Young people connecting two eras.

"Comrade Bian Yun," he asked.

The sound wasn't loud.

But every word is very clear:

"How long until the seventh trip to 1937?"

Bian Yun closed her eyes.

I looked at the countdown in my mind.

The words on that line were jumping.

Bright red.

It's blinding.

Like a heartbeat.

picture--

Countdown.

"The seventh time crossing the Shanghai-Nanjing battlefield—"

"Countdown: 19 hours and 32 minutes"

Capacity: 64 people

Portable space: 64 cubic meters

He opened his eyes.

He looked at Wang Kangmei.

He looked at the white-haired old general.

Look at those—

The king of soldiers is still roaring.

"19 hours and 32 minutes," he said.

The voice was calm.

But I'm very determined.

Wang Kangmei nodded.

He turned around.

He raised his hand.

The movement was very slow.

But it's very powerful.

All sound abruptly ceased.

Five thousand people were all staring at him.

Waiting for him to speak.

Wang Kangmei spoke.

The sound wasn't loud.

But every word is like a nail:

"Did you hear that?"

"The brothers of 1937 are waiting for us."

He paused:

"19 hours and 32 minutes later—"

"The seventh time travel."

64 people.

64 cubic meters.

His voice suddenly rose in pitch:

"Are you all ready?"

Five thousand elite soldiers stood at attention simultaneously.

The sound of heels hitting each other was like a muffled thunderclap.

Then--

Five thousand voices exploded simultaneously:

"Always be prepared—!!!"

The sound was deafening.

The sound resounded through the sky.

The wind keeps blowing.

Blow through 1937.

Blow through 2026.

Blowing through those—

A person who stands ramrod straight.

Blowing across that side—

The five-star red flag fluttering in the wind.

North bank of Luodian, 1937.

A group of Chinese soldiers are waiting.

On the banks of the Yangtze River in 2026.

Five thousand elite soldiers are also waiting.

Waiting for the same moment.

Equivalent to one—

The bugle call that transcends time and space...