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

Only Lu Bei and Bian Yun remained in the living room.

Lu Bei looked at Bian Yun, then at the phone on the table that was still playing a video.

The video was playing the part where Yao Qing said "Victory in the War of Resistance is inevitable".

Lu Bei was silent for a few seconds, then raised his hand in salute.

He wasn't addressing Bian Yun, but rather to the people saluting in the video, and then he said:

"Professionals have reviewed your video, and there are no signs of editing whatsoever."

"Now, can you come to the same place as me?"

Bian Yun nodded; the line of text in his mind had been updated:

[Countdown to crossing the Shanghai-Songhu battlefield again: 9 hours and 47 minutes]

[Number of people who can travel through this area: 2 (including the host)]

[Throughable objects: 2 cubic meters]

…………

Inside a building in the military region.

This was Bian Yun's first time in a place like this. The meeting room was simple, with a table, a few chairs, and a view of the training field from the window.

He sat opposite Bian Yun and placed the file folder on the table.

"We consulted historical records," Lu Bei said in a low voice.

"In 1937, during the Battle of Shanghai, there was indeed a garrison of about 600 men in Baoshan County. Their names are listed in the county annals, but... it's incomplete."

"This army of about six hundred men, commanded by Yao Qing, defended Baoshan for nine days and nine nights. On the last day, the Japanese army deployed heavy artillery to bombard the position, and it was completely destroyed. All six hundred men in the battalion... died for their country."

He pulled a piece of paper out of the file folder.

It was a photocopy of a roster, the paper yellowed and the writing blurry.

Lu Bei's finger was pressed on a certain line:

"Yao Qing, a native of Pingyuan, Guangdong, was born in 1911 and died at the age of twenty-six."

His finger moved down and stopped at another line. The words there were even blurrier, barely legible:

"Little Sichuan, whose real name was Li Qingshan, was born in Yibin, Sichuan Province in 1918. He died in battle in Baoshan at the age of nineteen."

Lu Bei raised his head and looked at Bian Yun:

"Historically, he should have died on September 7, 1937, the day Baoshan County fell."

"He is now lying in the operating room of the General Hospital of the Military Region, using antibiotics from 2025. The surgeon is one of the top trauma surgeons in the country."

Lu Bei paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately:

"You changed history."

Bian Yun met his gaze:

"Nine hours later, I will travel back in time to the Battle of Shanghai."

"This time, including me, there can be two of us going. We can also bring 2 cubic meters of supplies."

Lu Bei's breathing immediately became rapid:

"This matter..." His voice tightened, "This matter is extremely serious. I need to report it to my superiors immediately. To the highest level."

Bian Yun nodded: "You go. I'll wait here."

Lu Bei got up and walked to the door.

He gripped the doorknob and stopped.

He didn't turn around, but his voice came through:

"Comrade Bian Yun."

"I have a personal motive."

"If...if the higher-ups agree to send someone to travel back in time with you."

"That candidate—"

He turned around, his eyes bloodshot:

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Lu Bei left.

Bian Yun sat alone in the conference room.

He took out his phone and opened the video.

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Below the video are thousands of simple comments:

"If you see Company Commander Yao, please tell him that there is still a memorial hall for him in Baoshan County."

"My great-grandfather also died in Shanghai. His surname was Chen. If you see any Hunan soldiers wearing straw sandals, please bow to them for me."

"My grandfather was a soldier in the Guangxi Army. He went to Shanghai in 1937. There's only one blurry photo in the family. The man in the video with the big knife looks like him from behind."

"I'm from Henan. Many of the Henan soldiers were farmers, and they didn't even have a decent pair of shoes when they left. But they made it all the way to Shanghai."

"Our martyrs, this prosperous age is just as you wished."

"We truly hope that you can witness the prosperity and grandeur of the new China today."

Bian Yun watched the videos on the streaming media and replied to each one carefully.

If possible, he would convey all of these words.

About two hours later, a low rumble came from afar.

It wasn't thunder.

Bian Yun walked to the window and saw a dark gray private plane slowly landing at the end of the base runway.

The aircraft did not have civilian aviation livery, but its tail featured a bright red August 1st Army emblem.

coming.

The door was pushed open.

Two guards came in first, followed by an old man.

The leader was an elderly man, about seventy years old, wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit.

His hair was completely white, but his eyebrows were still thick and black, and his eyes were bright, with a gentle yet penetrating power when he looked at people.

Bian Yun stood up.

The old man walked up to him and extended his hand. The hands were large, with distinct knuckles, and there was an old scar on the back of the hand.

"Comrade Bian Yun, hello." The old man's voice was gentle. "My name is Wang Kangmei."

Bian Yun grasped that hand.

It's warm and powerful.

"Greetings, sir."

"Sit down, please sit down first." Wang Kangmei waved her hand, gesturing for Bian Yun to sit down first.

"Two hours ago, I was at the Northwest base. After seeing your video, I told them to prepare the plane immediately."

"Also, the child you brought back, his leg was saved."