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

The front of Sheshan Mountain.

On the rock wall.

The elite soldiers who were climbing suddenly sensed something.

The gunshots changed.

It's not that it's getting weaker.

It has become sparser.

The dense barrage of bullets, which had been like a torrential downpour, suddenly dwindled by more than half.

The shadow of death looming over us suddenly felt much lighter.

"What's going on?" someone asked.

"I don't know!" someone answered.

"Who cares what happened!" someone shouted.

"Rush——!!!"

More people are starting to accelerate.

Start moving upwards.

start--

The final sprint.

A young army reconnaissance soldier named Chen Sui'an.

He was hanging halfway up the cliff face, covered in sweat.

That wave of suppressive fire just now made it impossible for him to even lift his head.

Now, suddenly I feel relieved.

He froze for a moment.

Then he smiled.

His smile was particularly ferocious.

"Fuck you!!!"

He roared:

"My turn—!!!"

He exerted his strength suddenly.

It leaped upwards three meters.

Grab a crevice in the rock.

carry on.

Next to Chen Suian was a naval soldier named Guo Pingchun.

He had already been hit by a marking bullet, which, according to the rules, would be considered a "minor injury".

But he didn't stop.

He gritted his teeth and climbed upwards.

Because his comrades-in-arms were up there.

Because up there is a place he needs to go.

More people started shouting.

"Rush——!!!"

"Charge—!!!"

"superior--!!!"

The marking rounds are still being fired.

Others were shot.

Others slipped and fell.

But many more people are still striving upwards.

because--

The opportunity is here.

because--

We cannot let down the brothers who risked their lives to pave the way for them.

Left Wing of Sheshan.

Behind a hidden rock.

Machine gunner Sun Dazhuang was holding his light machine gun and firing furiously.

"Da da da da—!!!"

His face was covered in sweat.

His eyes were wide open, like copper bells.

But he kept his eyes fixed on the figures climbing below.

"Come on—!!!" he roared, "Come on—!!!"

Suddenly, he sensed something was wrong.

Why are there so few gunshots around me?

He turned his head and looked in the direction of Yao Shoude's company.

There, smoke filled the air.

I can't see anything.

"Company commander?" he murmured, "The company commander and the others..."

His hand stopped instinctively.

The gunfire stopped.

But he only paused for three seconds.

Three seconds later, he gritted his teeth.

Pull the trigger again.

"Da da da da—!!!"

His roar was even louder:

"To hell with it!!!"

"I'm still here—!!!"

"You won't get up here—!!!"

Bullets rained down.

Another person has been shot.

But many more people are still striving upwards.

Sun Dazhuang's gun barrel was already getting hot.

But he didn't stop.

He can't stop.

Because he was a garrison soldier.

Because he was a soldier trained by Yao Shoude.

because--

The company commander once taught him a saying:

"As long as you have a breath left, the position is yours."

Meanwhile, on the right wing of Sheshan.

There were also a dozen or so garrison soldiers.

They were the elite of Yao Shoude's company.

It was originally intended to be used to plug the gap at the last minute.

But now, they can no longer contact Yao Shoude.

Only the static of electricity could be heard on the communication channel.

A young garrison soldier watched the figures below draw ever closer.

His hands were trembling.

It's not fear.

Yes--

too close.

Those people are almost there.

"Squad leader..." he whispered, "We...we can't hold out, can we?"

The squad leader's surname is Zhou, and his name is Zhou Tieshan.

He served in the military for fifteen years.

He glanced at the young garrison soldier:

"Scared?"

The young garrison soldier shook his head:

"It's not that I'm afraid... it's just..."

Zhou Tieshan smiled:

"You knew you couldn't hold on, right?"

The young garrison soldier nodded.

Zhou Tieshan stood up.

He patted the dust off his clothes.

Then, he picked up the gun.

Looking down.

"Even if we can't hold it, we have to."

He said.

The voice was very calm.

It was as calm as if it were saying, "The weather is nice today."

The young garrison soldier was stunned:

Why?

Zhou Tieshan looked at him.

Word by word:

"Because this is our position."

"Because we are soldiers."

"because--"

He paused:

"Those brothers from 1937, when they couldn't hold out, didn't run away either."

The young garrison soldier's eyes reddened.

He stood up.

He picked up his gun.

Standing beside Zhou Tieshan.

"Class monitor."

"Um?"

"I understand."

Zhou Tieshan smiled.

He was laughing very happily.

"Good lad."

"Then—fight."

"Da da da—!!!"

Both machine guns opened fire simultaneously.

Bullets rained down.

Another group of people were hit by tagged bullets.

But they didn't stop.

Those who "fell in battle" were just like stones.

With his last breath, he lunged toward his comrades.

He used his own "corpse" to block the incoming bullets.

Chen Sui'an is charging upwards.

A marking missile flew toward him.

He didn't hide.

Because he couldn't avoid it.

Just as the marker bullet was about to hit him—

A body lunged at them from the side.

Stand in front of him.

"puff--!!!"

The marker bullet hit the body.

The white powder exploded.

Chen Sui'an was stunned.

He looked at that face.

It was Guo Pingchun, whom she had just met.

Guo Pingchun looked at him and smiled.

"Brother..." his voice was soft, "Go up..."

"Go up there for me..."

Then, he closed his eyes.

Chen Sui'an's tears welled up instantly.

He didn't speak.

He just gritted his teeth.

Continue up.

he knows--

He can't stop.

If we stop, we'll be letting down the person who risked their life to shield him from a bullet.

Above Chen Suian, Lei Xiong was holding up the "corpse" of a stone.

He had already sensed it.

The gunshots changed.

The dense barrage of bullets that had been relentlessly firing at them suddenly thinned out.

It looked like someone had turned off half of the machine gun.

He raised his head.

Look up.

The defending positions, which had been firing wildly, were now much quieter.

There were only sporadic gunshots.

Only the occasional stray bullet.

"What's going on?" Kim Seung shouted from below him.

Lei Xiong did not answer.

But he knew—

The opportunity is here.

"Brothers—!!!"

he growled.

The sound was like thunder:

"The firepower is too weak—!!!"

"Rush——!!!"

He exerted his strength suddenly.

Holding the stone, it charged upwards with all its might.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

It's as fast as a real, ferocious bear.

Behind him, Jin Sheng supported the stone's legs as they climbed upwards.

His eyes were already red.

It's not because I'm tired.

It's because of the stone.

It was because of this brother who paved the way for them with his life.

He recalled what had just happened—

A stone lunged forward, blocking his path.

"Brother Jin," Stone said finally, "go up for me."

"Stone..." he murmured, "Look..."

"I'll take you up there."

Li Huai remained silent.

He was just pushing the stone along its back.

That hand was shaking.

But he didn't stop.

He knew that now was not the time to speak.

Now, the only option is to go upwards.

up.

up.

He remembered the first time Shi Tou called him "Brother Li".

That new recruit had a smile like a child.

Now, the child is perched on his head.

Not moving at all.

But it's still blocking bullets.

"Stone..." he thought to himself, "I won't let you die in vain."

On the other side.

Zhou Zhenhai is also in Chong.

He carried Zheng Dahe's "corpse" and climbed upwards with great force.

Behind him, He Jin supported Zheng Dahe's legs.

Lu Dazhuang supported Zheng Dahe's arm.

Chen Mo pressed his back against Zheng Dahe's back.

Lin Yuan and Zhao Chuan stood by, protecting him.

Six people, one "corpse".

Like a mobile fortress.

"Old Zheng—!!!" Zhou Zhenhai roared, "You just wait—!!!"

"I'll take you up there—!!!"

His voice was strained.

His tears flowed down.

But he didn't stop.

It's just going upwards.

He Jin followed behind Zhou Zhenhai.

He supported Zheng Dahe's legs.

That leg was very heavy.

But he held it up.

It's held firmly in place.

"Old Zheng!" he roared, "You're a man from Shandong—!!!"

"Make me proud—!!!"

Zheng Dahe lay on top of it.

It has stopped moving.

But a slight smile still lingered at the corners of his mouth.

It's as if it's saying:

"I'm watching."

Twenty meters.

ten meters.

five meters.

three meters.

Two meters.

One meter,

one meter.

We're getting closer and closer to the summit.

at last,

Lei Xiong's hand gripped the edge of the mountaintop.

He pushed hard.

He rolled over and climbed onto the floor.

Standing on the mountaintop.

Standing in the sunlight.

But he did not cheer.

There was no shouting.

He just lowered his head.

Looking at the stone in his arms.

Looking at that young face.

"Stone," he said softly, "we're here."

The stone's eyes are closed.

But the corners of his mouth were still smiling.

Followed by.

Zhou Zhenhai also came up.

He climbed up to the top of the mountain.

Kneeling on the ground.

Holding Zheng Dahe's "corpse".

He was panting heavily.

Tears streamed down my face.

"Old Zheng..." he murmured, "We've arrived..."

"We've arrived..."

Zheng Dahe nestled in his arms.

Not moving at all.

But that smile is still there.

behind.

Jin Sheng came up.

Li Huai came up.

Wang Jin came up.

He Jin came up.

Lu Dazhuang came up.

Chen Mo came up.

Lin Yuan came up.

Zhao Chuan came up.

Chen Sui'an came up.

They finally made it up.