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

"Eat it while it's hot. Wang Kangmei."

Inside were steaming dumplings. The filling was pork and cabbage, with a small dish of vinegar and minced garlic on the side.

Bian Yun sat down and ate slowly.

The dumplings smelled delicious, just like the ones made at home.

As he ate, tears fell into the vinegar dish.

It's not sadness.

It's a kind of relief... a sense of being able to temporarily put down one's burdens.

He brought the heroes of 1937 back to the new China of 2025.

They saw it.

They realized what they had gained by risking their lives.

This is enough.

Moreover, with several more journeys, even more heroes will witness this scene.

After that, Bian Yun took a nap.

I had a very deep sleep and didn't dream.

When I woke up, it was already daylight. I didn't wake up naturally; there was a knock on the door.

He opened the door.

Outside the door, General Wang Kangmei stood there, accompanied by several people.

"Did you sleep well?" the old man asked.

"very good."

"Okay." Wang Kangmei nodded, turned to the side, and said, "Then let's talk about serious matters."

meeting room.

On the large screen, the data for the next crossing was displayed:

[Countdown to the 4th crossing of the Songhu battlefield: 3 hours and 11 minutes]

[Number of people who can travel through this area: 8 (including the host)]

[Portable supplies: 8 cubic meters]

【锚点时间：1937年8月16日22:00，虹口日军海军司令部外炮兵阵地】

Wang Kangmei pointed to the screen:

"Eight cubic meters. We made the most scientific plan. The core mission—to bring that cannon over and blast open the Japanese devils' iron tortoise."

He pressed a button on the remote control.

The screen switches, and a 3D model of a cannon appears.

PCL-181 155mm vehicle-mounted howitzer.

"The cannons are a bit too big; we can't bring them all." The speaker was a middle-aged officer wearing glasses; his shoulder insignia indicated he was an expert in the artillery unit. "So we made a choice."

He pulled up the list:

"Essential core components: gun barrel, breechblock, recoil mechanism, elevation and traverse mechanisms, and digital fire control system."

"Required ammunition: 10 rounds of 155mm special assault rounds, each weighing 48 kg, penetrating to a depth of 2.5 meters in reinforced concrete. 10 rounds of ordinary grenades for subsequent fire support."

He quickly calculated: "The total volume of all components and ammunition is about 7.8 cubic meters, which is just within the 8 cubic meter load-bearing limit."

Wang Kangmei looked at Bian Yun: "The problem of cannons has been solved. But cannons alone are not enough—we need people who can operate cannons effectively."

He pointed to the other side of the conference room.

There were seven people standing there.

No, they are seven elite soldiers.

The first one was stocky, with dark skin and hands as rough as sandpaper. He stepped forward and stood at attention:

"Report! Sergeant First Class Zhao Tiezhu, 1st Artillery Brigade! 23 years of service, I've handled every type of domestically produced artillery! I participated in the type approval testing of the PCL-181!"

There was a light in his eyes—the kind of light that only someone who truly loves artillery would have.

The second one was tall, thin, and wiry, wearing glasses, and had a scholarly air about him. But the rank insignia on his shoulders indicated that he was a technical officer.

"Report! Zhou Wenyuan, PhD, Artillery Engineering College, National University of Defense Technology! Specialization: Ballistics, Fire Control. I can make that cannon fire with the accuracy of 2025 in 1937!"

The third one was a female soldier. She wasn't tall, but she stood ramrod straight and had sharp eyes.

"Report! Li Yanran, drone operator from the theater command's reconnaissance battalion! I can provide the artillery with real-time reconnaissance, target location, and damage assessment! I guarantee that every shell will hit the enemy's weak spot!"

The fourth is the engineer. He's burly and has scars on the back of his hands from explosions.

"Report! Liu Dachui, the demolition expert from the engineering brigade! I can construct a standard artillery position in an hour! And I can send the Japanese fortifications flying in a minute!"

The fifth is a medic. She is quiet and pretty, but the first-aid kit peeking out of her backpack is bulging.

"Report! General Hospital Field Medical Team, Attending Physician Su Qing! I can be responsible for battlefield first aid and can also guide medics in 1937 to establish a modern battlefield medical system!"

The sixth is a communications soldier. He's young, but his fingers are long and nimble.

"Report! Fang Chu, communications support expert from the Electronic Warfare Regiment! I can establish a stable, jam-resistant battlefield communications network! Enabling the command center of 2025 to direct a battle from 1937 in real time!"

The seventh is a man with a resolute face and an aura of ruthlessness.

"Report! Dong Yi, a special forces soldier specializing in urban warfare, is skilled in stealth and assassination, capable of taking the enemy general's head amidst a sea of ​​soldiers!"

At this moment, Wang Kangmei slowly spoke:

"This is your team. Eight people, eight cubic meters."

"Zhao Tiezhu is in charge of artillery operation. Zhou Wenyuan is in charge of fire control. Li Yanran is in charge of reconnaissance. Liu Dachui is in charge of fortifications. Su Qing is in charge of medical care. Fang Chu is in charge of communications. Dong Yi is in charge of stealth and assassination!"

Bian Yun nodded vigorously and asked another question:

"Besides cannons, what else do we need to bring?"

Everyone remained silent for a moment.

Then Su Qing spoke first: "Medicine. More medicine. Not for us, but for the brothers in 1937. Antibiotics, hemostatic powder, painkillers, plasma substitutes... Every extra vial we bring can save one more person."

Li Yanran: "Miniature reconnaissance drones. The more the better. Battlefield awareness is life itself."

Fang Chu: "Portable communication relay stations. We need to connect the Shanghai battlefield into a network."

Liu Dachui: "Explosives. C4, remote detonator. Sometimes, explosives can reach places that artillery shells can't."

Bian Yun agreed with Liu Dachui's suggestion: "We'll take C4 for the remaining 0.2 cubic meters."

"As for anything else you need, you'll just have to carry it with you."

"My space needs to contain a howitzer, that's a must!"