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

"I'm going to the battlefield to kill the enemy!"

"Slash the Japanese devils' heads with broadswords, one blow after another!"

Lei Gang's voice was like thunder. He was already impatient, his hands itching to carry the rocket launcher, and he couldn't wait to rush out right now.

A hand reached out and stopped him. It wasn't Gu Yunshan; the man was wearing a gray-blue military uniform, and his face was covered in mud.

In his hand, he held a knife, its handle wrapped tightly with non-slip strips of cloth. The blade was three feet long, its edge gleaming coldly, like a pool of autumn water, like a handful of moonlight, like a silver snake just pulled from the water.

On the back of the blade, there is a shallow blood groove that runs from the base to the tip; it is a tool for killing, not decoration.

"Brother Lei," the man said, his voice hoarse, "do you like this knife? It's a family heirloom."

Lei Gang turned around, looked into the man's eyes, and then took the knife. The knife felt heavy in his hand, weighing about five pounds. The blade was sharp, and with a light stroke, it seemed as if the air itself was being cut.

He twirled, his movements powerful and swift, the blade flashing in the morning light in a silver arc, like a silver snake slithering through the air.

"What a fine knife, truly a fine knife!" Lei Gang held the knife, clearly delighted with it.

He was certain that this knife was not stamped in a factory, but was forged by a craftsman, hammer blow by hammer blow, and quenched by fire.

"Brother Lei, use it to kill a few more Japanese devils," the man laughed.

Lei Gang gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, looking at the man. "Brother, what's your name?"

"Zheng Feng"

"Zheng Feng," Lei Gang read it aloud. "I've got it. I'll return this knife to you when I'm done."

Zheng Feng shook his head. He looked at the knife, at Lei Gang, and at the still-burning battlefield.

"You don't need to return it. Using it to kill Japanese soldiers is enough."

At this moment, Su Yue's voice came through the loudspeaker.

"Lu Bei, Lin Mo, your mission is to use sniper rifles to protect our soldiers in danger during hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese army, and to snipe the Japanese devils."

"Even under these circumstances, I still have faith in your sniping skills."

Lu Bei and Lin Mo nodded simultaneously, setting up their sniper rifles on the trench. Their eyes were pressed against the scopes, their fingers on the triggers.

The two of them said in unison, "We guarantee to complete the mission!"

Su Yue's voice continued, like flowing water, like the wind, like a knife slowly cutting across a whetstone:

"Lei Gang and the Chinese soldiers from the 021st Brigade are responsible for the frontal assault. Lu Bei and Lin Mo will provide sniper support."

Su Yue paused, then said another name.

"Dong Yi".

Dong Yi stood in the shadow of the trench, like a sword sheathed.

He was known as the King of Urban and Street Fighting in the Eastern Theater Command.

At the same time, he is also recognized as the Grim Reaper of the battlefield and the King of Assassination.

Su Yue gave Dong Yi an order:

"You're in charge of battlefield mobility. Fill any gaps in the defense. If any Japanese soldier tries to kill our soldiers, you—make sure they die."

Dong nodded. He just looked at the two hundred Japanese soldiers charging towards Liu Xing's position, and at a Japanese lieutenant colonel standing in the middle of the group, holding a military sword and shouting "Tenmao Heika!"

This is a Japanese officer, and a fairly high-ranking one at that.

"That Japanese lieutenant colonel," Dong said, "let's save a sniper bullet."

"I will personally send him on his way."

At this moment, Su Yue's voice rang out for the last time.

"Attention, all troops! Over two hundred Japanese soldiers are charging towards us. They have no way to retreat, only forward. What we need to do is ensure that not a single one of them returns."

Her voice was calm, but everyone could hear the murderous intent in her words—

Launch a counter-offensive!

Not a single Japanese soldier was spared.