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

[Countdown to the Return of the People's Republic of China - 2 minutes 12 seconds]

The morning mist over the Yangtze River had not yet dissipated, and only a sliver of dawn was breaking over the eastern horizon.

In the southeast direction, at Luodian, a sudden, muffled thunderclap echoed between heaven and earth.

It wasn't just one or two tentative cannon shots; it was the earth roaring—hundreds and thousands of cannons roaring simultaneously.

Boom—boom boom boom boom boom—!!

Lu Bei suddenly raised his head, his facial muscles tensing:

"Luodian..."

"A fight has already broken out."

The sound of cannon fire grew increasingly intense.

Interspersed among them were faint, indistinct shouts of killing.

It was as if thousands of people were roaring at the same time.

It was like the final roar of an entire nation in dire straits.

Bian Yun pushed open the cabin door and walked onto the deck.

On the deck, Lu Bei stood on the port side, his back ramrod straight like a gun barrel, his eyes fixed on the direction of Luodian.

The profile of this elite soldier was taut like a blade, and his right hand repeatedly opened and closed his fingers three times.

That was his habitual action when he was extremely eager to engage in battle.

Lin Mo leaned against the outer wall of the bridge, wiping the sniper scope of the QBU-202 with his head down.

Lei Gang crouched in the middle of the deck, inspecting the firing pin of the last PF-97 rocket launcher. He examined it meticulously, but every few seconds he would glance up at the southeastern sky—

There, the artillery fire had already turned the horizon a dark red.

Su Yue sat cross-legged beside the communication antenna, a tablet computer resting on her lap. The screen displayed thermal imaging images of Luodian transmitted by the drone.

— Vast swaths of red signals are intertwining, colliding, and annihilating.

Her lips were pressed into a straight line.

Zhao Tiezhu and Zhou Wenyuan stood side by side beside the main gun.

The old artilleryman's hand rested on the cold cannon barrel, patting it rhythmically, as if soothing a warhorse restless at the sound of battle cries.

They all chose to stay.

As Bian Yun prepares to return to 2025 and embark on his next journey, these soldiers from the new China choose to remain on this land from 1937.

Together with Yao Ziqing, we guarded Baoshan.

Together with Guo Rugui, we guarded Jiangyin.

He guarded Hongkou with Huang Xing.

And those brothers whose names they don't even know, who are currently fighting to the death in Luodian—

Let's protect this country together.

Bian Yun walked to the middle of them.

Lu Bei was the first to turn around, his face still stained with blood from yesterday's battle. He looked at Bian Yun, his voice calm:

"Captain, are we leaving?"

"Hmm." Bian Yun nodded, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

"You leave, we'll stay," Lu Bei said decisively. "Fifty thousand Japanese troops in Luodian—enough to keep us busy for a while."

Lin Mo, standing beside him, finally looked up, his sniper scope gleaming. He glanced at Bian Yun and said only one sentence:

"Since we're already here..."

"I want to kill a few more Japanese devils."

Lei Gang grinned, a smile that held a ruthless edge.

"Exactly! Those damn Japanese devils are all ganging up in Luodian, isn't that perfect?" He patted the rocket launcher beside him. "I haven't had my fill of that 'firecracker' yet!"

Su Yue closed the tablet and stood up:

"My drone swarm has four hours of remaining flight time, enough to cover the Luodian battlefield. Real-time reconnaissance, target designation, damage assessment—they need this."

Zhao Tiezhu slammed his hand heavily on the cannon barrel:

"Don't worry, sir! I guarantee this artillery will hit exactly where I point it! Luodian, right? Give me the coordinates, and I'll blow the Japanese artillery positions to smithereens!"

Bian Yun looked at them.

Looking at these comrades who came here with him in 2025.

He took a deep breath.

The river wind filled my chest; it was cold, yet scalding hot.

Then he spoke, each word deliberate and clear, his voice not loud, but each word like a nail hammering into the deck:

"it is good."

"You stay here."

"But remember—"

He paused, his gaze sweeping across each person's face:

"To live."

"I want all of you to live."

"Wait for me to come back."

"Countdown 00:00:30"

Bian Yun looked in the direction of Luo Dian one last time.

The sky had been stained dark red by the gunfire, like a branding iron burned into the chest of China in 1937.

He recalled the records in the history book:

In the Battle of Luodian, the total number of troops deployed by both China and Japan exceeded 200,000.

The battle lasted for three months.

The position changed hands thirteen times.

The entire Suzhou Creek was blocked by corpses.

And now, that meat grinder has started.

50,000 Japanese troops.

One hundred thousand Chinese troops.

There are countless other lives, whose names are unknown, burning brightly on that land.

Bian Yun closed her eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, all I saw was a cold flame.

Facing the burning sky, the 50,000 charging Japanese soldiers, and this history that has yet to be altered, he uttered his final vow before departing, word by word:

"wait for me."

"When I come back next time—"

The sound suddenly rose in pitch, exploding in the morning breeze:

"I'll give these 50,000 Japanese soldiers—"

"Prepare a generous gift."

"A document from 2025—"

"A catastrophe!"

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Pre-departure event record

时间：1937年10月8日05:47-05:49

Location: Deck of the "Yangtze River" warship

Key decision: 26 soldiers, including Lu Bei, who were scheduled to return in 2025, volunteered to stay on the battlefield from 1937.

Remaining on duty:

1. Support operations in the Luodian direction (Lu Bei, Lei Gang, Lin Mo)

2. Provide battlefield reconnaissance and fire support (Su Yue, Zhao Tiezhu, Zhou Wenyuan)

3. Together with the Ninghai, reinforce the Jiangyin-Wusongkou defense line (Qinfeng, Zhengtie, etc.)

"What we left behind were not 26 people, but 26 sparks—to burn a light that future generations could see on the darkest front in 1937."

—Lu Bei, notes taken during the operation…