The War of Resistance: From Overseas Chinese Mechanics to King of Nanyang

Colonel Shizuo Sakaguchi now faces two options: either hold out, in which there is a high chance of being surrounded and annihilated, resulting in a loss instead of a gain, or retreat.

However, with their escape route blocked, retreating was not so easy.

Unless they continue to retreat north, but what is to the north? It's a primeval forest! Once they go in, the chances of them coming out are slim. Besides, they came in a hurry this time and didn't bring many supplies. If they really go into the forest, they'll probably starve to death before they even come out. Are they going to eat grass then?

Colonel Shizuo Sakaguchi was in a dilemma, wondering what to do next.

Or perhaps they divided their forces to block the enemy attacking from behind while waiting for reinforcements to arrive?

I'm afraid that by the time reinforcements arrive, there won't be many men left in the two battalions.

Of course, it's also possible that there will be no reinforcements at all.

After all, the Japanese army only had four divisions attacking Burma, two on each of the eastern and western fronts. These divisions were not Class A divisions, with only 15,000 to 16,000 men. After deducting logistics units and other personnel, there were not many who could fight.

Then, the speed of the attack was too fast, and many units became separated. The 56th Division was able to spare two battalions to ambush the 200th Division.

"Colonel, the enemy is closing in. Their firepower is too intense; we can't hold them off at all. Moreover, the 200th Division on the front has intensified its counterattack. We are now under attack from both sides. We request tactical guidance." The operations staff officer approached Colonel Shizuo Sakaguchi and said respectfully.

Upon hearing this, Colonel Shizuo Sakaguchi felt a headache coming on. Fortunately, he was a decisive man and knew that he had to make a decision at this time, otherwise both battalions would really be doomed.

"Tactical shift, look for an opening," Colonel Shizuo Sakaguchi immediately ordered.

"Hai!" the operations staff officer responded immediately and then began issuing the retreat order.

As the Japanese troops began to flee, the officers and soldiers of the 200th Division on the main battlefield immediately noticed something was wrong. At this time, the command of the battlefield was handed over to the infantry commander Zheng Tingji (deputy division commander). He noticed that the Japanese offensive was weakening and immediately judged that there was a problem with the Japanese positions. Coupled with the sound of British-made guns and cannons, he guessed that reinforcements had attacked the Japanese positions, so he ordered his troops to start a fierce counterattack.

On the other side, Dai Anlan, who had fallen to the ground, was moved from the front line to the rear under the desperate protection of his subordinates. However, by this time, he had been hit by two bullets and had fallen into a coma.

"Commander, Commander, are you alright?"

"Where's the army doctor? Where's the army doctor?" Gao Jiren shouted anxiously from the side.

"They're here, they're here." The military doctors were also extremely busy. Due to the sudden attack by the Japanese army, many soldiers had fallen into pools of blood, and there were also many wounded officers, so the military doctors were particularly busy.

"Quickly check what's wrong," Gao Jiren urged immediately.

Upon hearing this, the military doctor immediately opened Dai Anlan's uniform, glanced at the wound, and said with a serious expression.

"Surgery is necessary immediately, otherwise his life will be in danger."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Gao Jiren roared.

"Deputy Division Commander, we don't have the resources right now. There's a shortage of all kinds of medical supplies, not even a basic scalpel. Even if I can use other weapons to dig out the bullet, what about stopping the bleeding and reducing inflammation afterwards? What are we going to do?" The military doctor spread his hands, looking troubled.

"What? There's not a single medicine?" Gao Jiren immediately panicked. Without surgery, he definitely wouldn't last long.

"No, there's no medicine at all right now. There are still a lot of wounded soldiers waiting for treatment in the open space behind, but because there's no medicine, they can only tough it out." The military doctor was very helpless. This was the reality, and he had no other choice.

Upon hearing this, Gao Jiren's heart sank. Without medicine, everything was in vain; he could only watch helplessly as the other person died. As for returning home?

It's still several days' journey to get back home, and that's assuming the Burma Road is open. Now they're stuck in the jungle, and it's unlikely they'll be able to get back in a few days.

He could already foresee Dai Anlan's fate, and this feeling of powerlessness caused him great pain.

"Isn't there any other way?" Gao Jiren asked bitterly after a moment of silence.

"Sorry, I'm a doctor, not a god." The military doctor thought for a moment and could only shake his head.

Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice; without medicine and surgical equipment, he was powerless.

"Didn't they say the Japanese army withdrew? Let's see if we can scavenge some medicine from their positions," Gao Jiren took a deep breath and then gave the order.

"Yes."

At the same time, Zheng Tingji was directing his troops to pursue the Japanese army. Seeing the Japanese army fleeing in disarray, he was worried about Dai Anlan's safety, so he ordered a halt to the pursuit and prepared to return to the rear to check on Dai Anlan's injuries.

"Commander, the men who attacked the Japanese are here." At this moment, a major came up to Zheng Tingji and said quickly.

"Is it the British army?" Judging from the British-made weapons they had seen before, Zheng Tingji judged that it should be the British army. After all, the expeditionary force had not yet been equipped with British-made weapons, and the only ones who could use British-made weapons on this land were the British army. However, he was very puzzled as to why there would be British troops here.

"No." Zheng Tingji was stunned by his subordinate's words.

"Not British troops? Then who are they?"

Besides the British Army, what other military units could use British-made weapons?

Are you kidding me?

"It's a militia," the major explained.

"Huh? Militia?" Zheng Tingji suddenly felt that the word was a bit unfamiliar.

"Their unit number is Tengchong Security Regiment, isn't that a militia?" The major looked helpless, because he had the same expression just now. After all, it was too strange for a militia equipped with British weapons to appear here. If it weren't for the fact that they were the same skin color as him, he would have doubted whether it was real.

"The Tengchong Security Regiment?" Zheng Tingji was completely stunned. A security regiment appeared on the Burmese battlefield? And then saved them?

Did he save the galaxy in his past life?

Otherwise, how could I possibly encounter something so outrageous?

"Are you sure?" Zheng Tingji felt it was still a bit far-fetched, so he asked again.

"Really? Would I dare lie to you?" The major felt wronged, regretting that he should have sent someone else.

"By the way, their commander wants to see you, saying he has supplies we urgently need."

Urgently needed supplies?

Zheng Tingji's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly urged his subordinates to lead the way.

He was curious to see what kind of person this amazing security team leader was.

Because he was just so curious.

We should also give them a proper thank you. If it weren't for their timely support, the 200th Division would probably have paid a heavy price to break through.

When he saw the other person, he was completely stunned.

The other person was really too young; he looked to be no more than twenty years old.

"Commander Zheng, I've long admired your name."