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

Chen Shitou shouldered the PF-97, the crosshairs of the sight firmly pressed against the middle of the second tank's hull.

Lu Bei squatted down beside him, his voice calm: "Keep your breathing steady. Pull the trigger."

Chen Shitou pulled the trigger.

The recoil made his shoulder go numb, but he ignored the pain, his eyes fixed on the trail of white smoke—

The rocket, trailing a plume of flame, flew at a visible speed for 100 meters, precisely hitting the tank's frontal armor.

boom!!!

The shaped charge penetrated the thin steel plate and detonated inside the vehicle.

The second tank turned into a second fireball.

On the streets, the Japanese infantry were in complete chaos. They had never seen such an attack before—

Explosions falling from the sky, precise sniping from ultra-long range, and mysterious weapons capable of destroying tanks with a single shot.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Yamada roared, scrambling backward.

But the gunfire had only just begun in the ruins.

Lu Bei had already taken another sniper rifle. Through the scope, he locked onto the officer who was brandishing a military knife and trying to organize a retreat.

"Stone, watch carefully," he said. "To hit the commander, aim for his chest. It's a large area, so it's easy to hit."

boom.

Lieutenant Yamada's body trembled, and he looked down at the bloody hole that had exploded in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only spat out a mouthful of bloody foam before collapsing to the ground.

"Your turn." Lu Bei looked at the sixteen-year-old soldier.

The soldier lay prone at his firing position, his hands trembling. Through the scope, he saw a Japanese machine gunner dragging his machine gun backward.

"I...I'm scared..."

"Don't be afraid." Lu Bei pressed down on his trembling wrist. "Just imagine the person on the other end as an animal."

The soldier gritted his teeth.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his hands were no longer trembling.

He pulled the trigger.

boom.

Three hundred meters away, the Japanese machine gunner froze and fell.

The soldier stared blankly at the scope, then looked down at the gun in his hand. He looked up at Lu Bei, his eyes red-rimmed, but the corners of his mouth were twitching upwards—

He is laughing.

"I...I hit him," he murmured, then his voice grew louder, "I hit him! I hit the Japanese soldier!"

Chen Shitou hugged him tightly and slapped him hard on the back: "Good job! You son of a bitch, good job!"

The battle ended after fifteen minutes.

The Japanese army abandoned more than 30 corpses and the wreckage of two tanks before retreating in panic.

The streets fell silent again, save for the crackling of burning and the occasional groan.

Chen Shitou climbed out of the basement, bent down, and picked up half a wooden sign from the rubble. Several charred words could still be seen on it: "Baoshan... Grocery Store".

Three months ago, this was just a shop. The owner was a smiling man from Ningbo who always liked to slip a couple of pieces of candy to soldiers passing by.

just now.

It's saccharified.

The person is gone.

The store was blown up.

Chen Shitou gently put down the wooden sign, turned around, and looked at Bian Yun and Lu Bei.

"You..." His voice choked, and he spoke in a thick Sichuan accent, "You really are reinforcements?"

"Yes," Bian Yun replied in Sichuan dialect, "and we brought more than just these things."

"There's medicine to treat infected wounds. There's food to stave off hunger. And there's a small flying machine that can track the movements of the Japanese."

Chen Shitou looked at Bian Yun, and suddenly, he raised his hand—

He gave a military salute.

Standard, powerful, the arm raised straight, like an unbending steel bar.

Behind him, his five surviving brothers—including sixteen-year-old Shuanzhu—saluted in unison.

"Sir!" Chen Shitou's voice was hoarse but loud. "Private Chen Shitou, 2nd Company, 3rd Battalion, at your command!"

Bian Yun raised his hand in return: "Not a superior, but a comrade."

He glanced at the map: "We're going to the bank building to find Company Commander Liu. Are you and the men coming with us?"

Chen Shitou nodded emphatically: "Okay! But..."

He pointed to a red line on the map: "Company Commander Liu is over there at the bank building, about three kilometers from here. The road is full of Japanese soldiers, it's really hard to get through."

Bian Yun and Lu Bei exchanged a glance.

"Then let's destroy them," Bian Yun said.

The drone takes off.

On the tablet screen, thermal imaging clearly showed the Japanese troop deployment on each street:

"On the east side, at the intersection of Yongkang Road, there are two machine gun positions, three men at each..."

"On the west side, in the ruins of a three-story building, the suspected location of a sniper, with two people taking turns..."

"On the main street to the north, there are three tanks, likely Type 95, and about two squads of infantry..."

Lu Bei licked his lips: "Let's start with snipers."

He picked up his sniper rifle. The muzzle was fitted with a suppressor—not completely silent, but enough to reduce the sound of gunfire to something like a forceful clapping, almost inaudible in a battlefield environment.

The crosshairs of the scope pressed against the chest of the moving sentry on the right.

He gently pulled the trigger with his index finger.

puff--

The muffled gunshots were mostly absorbed by the tunnel walls.

On the screen, the figure jolted violently and then collapsed to the ground.

The two Japanese soldiers on the left seemed to notice something and turned their heads at the same time.

Bian Yun also fired a shot.

Puff, puff—

The two sounds were less than half a second apart.

Two figures fell down at the same time.

The last soldier, who had been dozing off against a sandbag, groggily raised his head and reached for his rifle.

Lu Bei's second shot has arrived.

puff.

The body slipped and fell to the ground.

"Walk!"

When they reached the two-kilometer mark, Chen Shitou suddenly grabbed Bian Yun.

He pointed to a denser area of ​​ruins to his left, his voice low: "About two hundred meters over there, there used to be a department store called Wing On Department Store. The building collapsed, but the basement is still there."

"The Japanese have taken over."

His eyes were bloodshot: "Five days ago, a platoon attacked three times. The last time, the platoon leader led the team himself, and all thirty-odd brothers...none of them came back."

He gritted his teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between them:

"The area below is easy to defend and difficult to attack, with only one entrance. The Japanese have set up three machine guns and grenade launchers inside."

"Now in Baoshan..." Chen Shitou looked around, his voice bitter, "it's completely turned into street fighting. Many times, in a house, we occupy the bedroom, and the Japanese are in the living room. If the wall is breached, we're just shooting at each other through a hole."

Lu Bei looked at Bian Yun: "Is there any way... to launch a fierce attack into that basement?"

Bian Yun grinned.

That smile was cold.

He patted the PF-97 rocket launcher next to him, and then took out a special warhead from a box—it was thicker than a regular rocket, and the words "thermobaric" were printed on the warhead.

"What a coincidence," Bian Yun said, "I brought a thermobaric bomb."