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

The operation lasted for thirty minutes.

It's not a battle, it's cleaning.

Those who put up a stubborn resistance were killed.

Dong Yi's team acted like a surgeon's scalpel, precisely removing every remaining resilient element in the building.

Lin Mo's sniper rifle shot down seven Japanese soldiers who were trying to escape through the window.

Lei Gang used thermobaric weapons to clear two rooms that were crowded with wounded soldiers.

Lu Bei and Dong Yi worked together to clear out the second basement level—there, they found Lieutenant Colonel Suzuki.

The naval lieutenant commander, who was just drinking and having fun, is now pinned to the ground by steel bars and is on the verge of death.

Dong Yi squatted down and asked in Japanese, "Name, rank."

Suzuki opened his eyes, looking at the Chinese soldier in front of him, dressed in a strange uniform with eyes as cold as ice, his lips trembling:

"You...which unit are you from...?"

"In later generations," Dong Yi replied in Chinese.

Suzuki couldn't understand.

But he noticed two words on Dong Yi's armband: "Future Generations".

He will never understand.

Dong Yi stood up and looked at Bian Yun.

Bian Yun walked over and looked down at the Japanese officer.

"Tell him," Bian Yun said, "tell him who we are."

Yao Yuan stepped forward and spoke fluent Japanese—which he had studied at military academy—word by word:

"We are Chinese soldiers who came in 2025."

"We are here to tell you—"

"The China that you couldn't defeat back then has now returned."

"Come and judge you."

Suzuki's eyes widened suddenly.

2025 years?

Later generations?

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but a mouthful of blood welled up inside him.

His head lolled to the side, and he died.

When he died, his eyes were still open, filled with unbelievable terror.

One o'clock in the morning.

The battle is completely over.

The headquarters building of the Japanese Navy's Special Landing Force, a fortress known as "impregnable," was reduced to ruins by the roar of 155mm howitzers.

All 273 Japanese soldiers were killed.

Brigade Commander Huang Xing stood before the ruins, gazing at the red flag planted on the rubble, remaining silent for a long time.

Then he turned to face all the soldiers who could still stand and roared:

"Brothers—!!!"

"Did you see that?!"

"This is our cannon—!!!"

"These are our soldiers—!!!"

"The Japanese devils say we can't break through—!!!"

"Today—we'll blast it—to smithereens—!!!"

cheers,

Like a tidal wave.

It wasn't just one person cheering.

It was a cheer from all the Chinese soldiers.

At this moment, Lu Bei walked up to Bian Yun and patted him on the shoulder:

"Well done."

Bian Yun shook his head: "It wasn't me. It was us."

He looked behind him—

Zhao Tiezhu was wiping the scorching hot cannon barrel, his eyes as gentle as if he were looking at a child.

Zhou Wenyuan was recording artillery data, muttering to himself, "The trajectory deviation still needs to be corrected."

Li Yanran's drone was still hovering in the air, monitoring the movements of the Japanese troops further away.

Liu Dachui is already planning how to reinforce this area and establish defensive positions.

Su Qing was treating the wounds of several lightly injured people, her movements gentle.

Fang Chu's communication terminal was lit up, and the voice of 2025 was coming through his earphones.

Dong Yi stood atop the highest point of the ruins, like a silent statue, guarding this land that had just been reclaimed.

And there's Lu Bei, Lin Mo, Lei Gang, Su Yue...

Everyone has their own place.

Everyone is part of this victory.

Bian Yun raised her head.

The night sky began to lighten.

Dawn is coming.

He pressed the intercom:

"2025 Command Center, this is Bian Yun."

"The Japanese naval headquarters in Hongkou has been captured."

"Repetition has been overcome."

A brief silence.

Then, Academician Yuan An's choked voice came through:

"Received... Received..."

"Children...you...have worked so hard..."

"The new China...is proud of you..."

Bian Yun turned off the intercom.

He walked up to the red flag, reached out, and touched its cold surface.

Then he turned to all the soldiers, to this land that had just endured blood and fire, to the approaching dawn, and said, word by word:

"Brothers—"

"This is just the beginning."

"Shanghai, we must take it back."

"We must take North China back."

"We must take back the Northeast!"

"Every inch of land occupied by the Japanese devils—"

"We all want it—"

He took a deep breath and roared with all his might:

"Take it back—!!!"

The roar echoed through the ruins.

This time, the troops standing on this land of Hongkou are no longer the poorly equipped and isolated Chinese army of 1937.

But -

It connects to the whole of China 88 years later.

1.4 billion people!

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Hongkou Battle Report

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Key achievement: Destroyed the Japanese Marine Corps Headquarters (a five-story permanent fortification).

231 Japanese soldiers were killed.

Seized: 2 complete ammunition depots, 1 food warehouse, and several classified documents.

Our casualties: 307 casualties in the initial assault (264th Brigade); Bian Yun's troops suffered zero casualties after joining the battle.

Tactical breakthrough: The first use of a modern 155mm howitzer on the battlefield in 1937 demonstrated its overwhelming superiority over permanent fortifications.

Strategic Impact: The core of the Japanese defense system in Hongkou was eliminated, and the entire battle situation in Shanghai began to reverse.

"What we bring is not war, but judgment—a judgment against the aggressors, a historical judgment carried out by the steel and will of China after 88 years."

—Bian Yun, Post-War Records