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

At the foot of Sheshan Mountain!

A large crowd was moving around!

The statistics for the first crossing of the river are now available.

General Wang Kangmei stood before the screen, his voice steady and calm:

"The first challenge: the Battle of Crossing the Yangtze River—"

"Of the five thousand people, more than half were killed or wounded."

Then, the scene switches to Sheshan.

That mountain stood tall in the morning light.

It is 470 meters high.

The mountain is surrounded by almost vertical rock walls.

The rock surface is bare, with only a few cracks and protrusions that can be used as climbing points.

The weathered rock surface gleamed with a grayish-white light.

It resembles the skeleton of some prehistoric behemoth.

silence.

ferocious.

"The second challenge: the sheer cliffs of Sheshan—"

General Wang Kangmei paused for a moment:

"More than half of the people will be eliminated."

The scene shifts to the top of the rock face.

In those hidden corners, figures dressed in blue training uniforms were lying prone.

Sniper.

"There are enemy snipers above the rock face."

"Their mission is to bring down any of you who try to reach the top."

"Marking round. Hit means elimination."

On the screen, the snipers' gun barrels were pointed directly downwards.

It was pitch black.

"Rules: No restrictions on climbing methods, collaboration methods, or tools."

"But the only tools you have are the individual soldier equipment you carry with you."

Wang Kangmei paused for a moment.

Then, his tone became serious:

"To add, although the war zone has done its best to ensure your safety."

"But there are still dangers at this stage."

His gaze was fixed on the screen.

He surveyed the more than two thousand soldiers at the foot of Sheshan Mountain.

Those people who had just climbed out of the river.

Those who were soaked to the bone and exhausted.

Those ones--

The person is still breathing.

"Those who want to quit can leave now."

At the foot of Sheshan Mountain.

More than two thousand elite soldiers stood there.

I looked up at the mountain.

Looking at that sheer cliff.

Then--

A voice rang out.

It's Lei Xiong.

That two-meter-tall man.

He stood there, like a small mountain.

He spoke:

"No--!!!"

The sound was like a thunderclap.

Immediately following, a second voice.

Jin Sheng:

"No--!!!"

The third.

Li Huai:

"No--!!!"

the fourth.

Wang Jin.

the fifth.

Zhou Zhenhai.

sixth.

Lin Yun.

the seventh.

Jiang Xingchen.

Then--

More than two thousand voices exploded at the same time:

"No--!!!"

The sounds converged into a torrent.

The earthquake shook even Mount She.

The shock startled the snipers lying prone on the rock face.

Those who can stand here.

They are all outstanding soldiers.

Who wouldn't want to go to 1937 to kill the Japanese devils?

Who wouldn't want the opportunity to have their own page in the family tree?

who--

Will you quit at this time?

General Wang Kangmei's lips curled up slightly.

It was a proud smile.

He stood on the command platform.

Facing those screens.

Facing those—

The elite soldier is watching him.

His voice suddenly rose in pitch:

"very good!"

"Now, I declare—"

He paused.

Word by word:

"Second stage, battle begins!"

Whoever reaches the top will advance to the next round.

At the foot of Sheshan Mountain.

More than two thousand elite soldiers began their operation.

But there are also some people who aren't in a hurry to rush forward.

Because they know—

A sniper is hiding on the rock face.

Whoever dares to be the first to step forward will be a sitting duck.

Lei Xiong crouched behind a rock.

His eyes were fixed on that sheer cliff.

"There are snipers hiding on the cliff face; we can't be the first to act."

Jin Sheng nodded: "Yes, let the others go ahead and scout ahead."

Li Huai pushed up his glasses.

The spare pair of glasses still had water droplets on the lenses.

But his eyes were very bright:

There won't be many sniper positions.

"According to the rules, their numbers are limited."

"Once they expose their firing positions, we can find the blind spots." On the other side.

Zhou Zhenhai and his seven team members also crouched down at a concealed spot.

He was holding a pair of binoculars—the only item his team had chosen.

This is exactly what's needed now.

"Captain," Zhao Meng asked, "Should we wait too?"

"Wait," he said.

"But we're not just waiting idly."

"We need to stay away from crowds."

"In a battle like this, the worst thing you can do is for people to stick together and try to stay safe."

After speaking, he pointed to several locations on the rock face:

"Do you see those cracks?"

"That's the only place to climb."

"The sniper will definitely be watching those areas."

"But their gazes will overlap."

What we need is—

He paused:

"Break through them."

Air Force formation.

Lin Yun stood there.

She did not seek cover.

Just standing there.

I looked up at that sheer cliff.

"Team Leader Lin!" Chen Fei cried out urgently, "You need to crouch down quickly, you'll be shot by a sniper..."

"No," Lin Yun interrupted him.

Her eyes remained fixed on the rock face:

"The sniper won't fire now."

Why?

"Because they are waiting too."

"Wait until someone starts climbing."

"Wait until they are within their firing range."

"Waiting for someone—"

She paused:

"Become a sitting duck."

Chen Fei was stunned.

Lin Yun continued:

"Firing now will only reveal our position."

"So they won't move."

"What we need to do is wait until they don't move—"

"Find them."

"Strike first, strike hard!"

After speaking, Lin Yun looked at the air force members:

"I've never liked playing defense."

"The best defense is a good offense!"

Rocket Force formation.

Jiang Xingchen crouched behind a rock.

He was looking at the sunlight.

Look at the light and shadow on the rock face.

"Captain," one of the team members asked, "what do we do?"

Jiang Xingchen smiled and said:

"The angle of the sunlight can affect a sniper's vision."

"The sun is currently in the east, so the rock face to the west is in shadow."

"In backlit areas, it's difficult for snipers to see clearly."

"so--"

He pushed up his sunglasses:

"From the west."

Time passed, second by second.

At the foot of the mountain, more than two thousand elite soldiers were scattered in various places.

Many people did not act rashly.

On the rock face, the snipers lay prone.

They were also very patient.

This is a standoff.

A game—

A contest of patience and wisdom.

Sheshan, on a cliff.

Artillery company commander Yao Shoude was lying behind a rock.

He was holding a pair of binoculars in his hand.

He was looking down at the elite soldiers below.

A smile curved his lips.

"You little rascals..."

He murmured.

hoarse voice:

"If you want to go to 1937, you'll have to get past me first."

Yao Shoude, forty-two years old.

He served in the military for 24 years.

He was a true veteran.

He was unable to participate in this selection.

It's not because they're not qualified.

Because of--

He gave up voluntarily.

The spot was given to a younger soldier.

But he was not willing to give up.

So he came.

As the "enemy army".

As—

An obstacle in the road.

At that moment, a soldier crawled over.

They were his soldiers.

His face was covered in camouflage paint.

"Company commander," he lowered his voice, "why aren't so many of those elite soldiers taking action?"

Yao Shoude did not turn around.

Still looking down.

"Do they not want to win, and don't want to go to 1937?"

Yao Shoude smiled and said:

"them……"

"They want to strike back later."

"Let others explore first."

"Once the firing positions are exposed, then look for blind spots."

He paused.

sneer:

"However, that's just overthinking it."

The soldier was stunned:

"Company commander, do you have a solution?"

Yao Shoude did not answer.

He simply pulled something out of his waist.

That was a simulated hand grenade.

For training purposes.

It won't hurt anyone.

But it will smoke.

"Do you see where those people are gathered?" he asked.

The soldier looked over.

At the foot of the mountain, there is an open area.

Many elite soldiers gathered there.

They are discussing it.

Under observation.

exist--

wait.

Yao Shoude's lips stretched even wider.

"You little rascals..."

He said softly:

"Here's a big welcome gift for you."

He pulled the safety pin.

Hard.

He threw it down...