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

In the charging column, a Type 94 light armored vehicle was mixed among the tanks and infantry, like a tin dog blending into the crowd.

Naoki Naojiro stood inside the turret, half of his body sticking out, holding a military sword in his hand.

The morning light shone on his face, and he held his military knife high, the tip pointing at Liu Xing and at that Chinese position.

His adjutant, Kobayashi Isamu, sat beside him, huddled inside the turret, with only half his head showing.

Kobayashi Isamu was from Tokyo, a graduate of the Army Officer Academy, and followed Tenma Naojiro for three years.

He was loyal, meticulous, and timid; his greatest skill was finding ways to stop the brigade commander from making a mistake.

At that moment, his face looked terrible. Not because of the strong wind, not because of the bumpy ride, but because of fear.

He saw the forest, the forest still burning, the cannon barrels blown off, and the artillerymen who could no longer stand up.

The corpses were still smoking, the ammunition boxes were still exploding, and the acrid smell wafted over, seeping into his nose like a hand choking him.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed. Then he spoke, his voice loud, because it was too noisy around him.

"Brigade Commander Naoki Tenma!" he roared. "I think we shouldn't be riding in this Type 94 light armored vehicle on the charge! It's too dangerous!"

Naoki turned to look at Kobayashi Isamu, his lips twitching slightly. He didn't answer immediately, but rather pondered his adjutant's words. Danger?

He was a brigade commander, a major general in the Imperial Army, and the pride of the 11th Division. How could he be afraid of danger?

"Oh?" His voice was long-drawn out, with a hint of displeasure, "Naruto?"

Kobayashi Yu became anxious, and his voice grew louder, so loud that the surrounding soldiers turned to look.

"Today, the new weapons of the China Army are new! I understand all the new weapons of China! Brigade Commander, I am fully aware of the new weapons!林を见てください! My 々のartillery, all--all やられました! たった一発です!

Naoki Naojiro frowned; of course he saw it.

But he was a brigade commander, the backbone of the Imperial Army, and the spiritual pillar of the soldiers.

How could he be afraid?

"Kobayashi-kun." He spoke, his voice loud enough for everyone around to hear, even the charging soldiers could hear his "heroic" declaration.

"As the brigade commander, my duty is to live and die with my brothers! Just because you think it's dangerous here, does that mean I should go down?"

He straightened his back and raised his saber high.

But his eyes betrayed him.

His eyes were darting around, glancing at the Chinese positions ahead, estimating the distance, calculating—

Can the Chinese military's new weapons reach this area?

Kobayashi Yu became even more anxious:

"Brigade Commander! Your life does not belong to yourself! It belongs to the Emperor, it belongs to the 11th Division! You must cherish your life!"

His arms were waving:

"If you fall, who will command this army? Who will boost morale? Who will complete the great cause of the empire?"

He paused, then almost pleaded, his voice trembling with tears, "Brigade Commander, please—get off the vehicle!"

Naoki looked at him and remained silent for three seconds.

Then, he sighed.

"Since you've put it that way—it seems I have no choice but to get off."

Naoki jumped off the train. When he landed, he stumbled and almost fell.

His military boots sank into the mud, and he took a step forward, but he steadied himself and straightened his crooked saber.

"This is a wise decision!" (What a wise decision!) Isamu Kobayashi shouted loudly.

He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly jumped off the tank, following behind Naoki Naojiro like a loyal dog.

Naoki Naojiro walked in the ranks, holding a military sword.

He didn't want to run too far ahead, so he slowed down and let the surrounding soldiers pass him.

Soon, he moved from the front of the line to the middle. There, he was surrounded by people in front, behind, left, and right.

If you're going to fire bullets, fire the ones in front first. If you're going to detonate shells, detonate the ones in front first.

He is safe.

"ここなら, だいぶ安全ですね." (It's quite safe here.) Naojiro Naojiro said to himself...