Republic of China: Shanghai Beach Is Invincible with Unlimited Copies

Traveling through 1935, I awakened to the infinite replication system. As far as the eye can see - gold? Copied ten thousand times. Arms? One hundred thousand copies. P-38 fighter? After taking a look at the prototype, I made a hundred copies. Penicillin, arsenals, whole railroads, as much as you want. No consumption, no cooldown, the ceiling is at the beginning. The only shortcoming is people - there are unlimited guns, but the people carrying the guns have to practice one move at a time. The women on the beach didn't leave me idle either. The female translator from the French Concession became my eyes, the adopted daughter of the Youth Gang was instigated by me to rebel, the female student who scolded me joined the gang, and even the movie queen Ruan Lingyu was dragged back from death by me. While the invaders' ammunition became less and less, my arsenal became more abundant. Li Yunlong called me brother, and Zhou Weiguo called me crazy. At the beginning of Shiliupu Warehouse, millions of troops swept across the Republic of China - what I lacked was not guns, but people with guns. But now, there are people too.