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

"You're done fighting? Have you cleared out the remaining Japanese troops in Lashio?" Seeing that the leader was Liu Shaofeng, Huang Zurong immediately went up to him, looking somewhat surprised, and asked.

Upon hearing this, Liu Shaofeng gently shook his head and said sincerely, "Not yet. There are still remnants of the Japanese army in the northwest corner of the city, stubbornly resisting from their fortifications. Deputy Division Commander Gao ordered the main force to continue the assault and specifically asked me to bring the reserve team to help Regiment Commander Huang share the burden."

"Your main force should continue the attack, why did you specially send reinforcements?" Huang Zurong was even more surprised, his tone carrying a hint of disbelief.

He always felt that his militia and the 200th Division were merely cooperative partners fighting side by side, not close friends. Faced with the pressure from two Japanese regiments, he was prepared to fight alone and never thought that the 200th Division would specially send a reserve force to support him.

A warm feeling welled up in Huang Zurong's heart, and his eyes held a touch of warmth as he looked at Liu Shaofeng.

"Deputy Division Commander Gao said that Regiment Commander Huang's side is under too much pressure to hold off the Japanese army, and he can't let you bear it alone," Liu Shaofeng explained with a smile, his tone very gentle, without the slightest hint of a colonel's arrogance towards a lieutenant colonel.

Although he held the rank of colonel, one rank higher than Huang Zurong's lieutenant colonel, he knew in his heart that the 200th Division owed Huang Zurong a huge favor. Without Huang Zurong's weapons support, the 200th Division would not have been able to make such smooth progress and might have even been counterattacked by the Japanese army, paying a heavy price.

He never thought that this one act of assistance would be enough to offset the debt of gratitude between the two sides. He just felt that in a foreign land, everyone should stick together for warmth.

"Not bad. So far, we're handling things quite well. Look at the Japanese troops on the other side. They seem aggressive, but they're actually starting to panic. They've repelled several of our attacks, and their morale has dropped considerably." Huang Zurong smiled, waved his hand, and replied in a relaxed tone.

He was telling the truth. Although the enemy was the Japanese 18th Division, a Class A division with well-trained soldiers and considerable combat power, he did not consider them invincible.

He did not have high-end attack methods such as long-range heavy artillery, but the two homemade weapons he modified—pressure cooker mines and gas cylinder cannons—performed far better than expected on the battlefield, causing considerable casualties to the Japanese army and completely disrupting their offensive rhythm.

Thinking of the Japanese tanks that were blown to scrap metal by pressure cooker mines, and the scenes of gas cylinder cannons blasting down Japanese positions, Huang Zurong's confidence grew stronger. The response to these two homemade weapons was even better than he had expected, which was the source of his composure in the face of two regiments of Japanese troops.

Of course, he also knew that it would be difficult to completely defeat two elite Japanese regiments with just these two homemade weapons.

He is now waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to completely disrupt the Japanese army's deployment and deliver a fatal blow to them. As long as the opportunity arises, he can turn the tide of the battle in one fell swoop, and may even achieve the goal of annihilating the Japanese army.

Liu Shaofeng followed Huang Zurong's gaze to the Japanese positions opposite, where he could vaguely see Japanese soldiers moving about. He paused, then turned to Huang Zurong and asked in a serious tone, "Commander Huang, are those Japanese troops opposite really the 18th Division?"

"That's right, it's two infantry regiments of the Japanese 18th Division." Huang Zurong nodded slowly, gritting his teeth as he said, "It's that 18th Division that burned, killed, looted, and whose hands are stained with the blood of countless Chinese soldiers and civilians."

Upon hearing this, the gentleness on Liu Shaofeng's face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling cruelty. He clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with fury, and gritted his teeth as he said, "That's wonderful! It's like finding a needle in a haystack! This unit's blood debts can be settled now, both old and new."

Huang Zurong could naturally understand Liu Shaofeng's feelings, after all, the crimes committed by the 18th Division were indeed arousing the wrath of both heaven and man.

"Revenge is inevitable, but I must remind you that the Japanese army has sent two regiments this time, with a strong force. It will be difficult to annihilate the Japanese army completely," Huang Zurong warned.

"Wh...what?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Shaofeng was stunned. He had only wanted to kill a few more Japanese soldiers, but this guy wanted to annihilate the entire Japanese army? What a joke!

Do you really think the Japanese are just sitting around doing nothing?

Moreover, it's a Class A division, so their combat skills are absolutely top-notch.

"What's wrong? Are you scared? The Japanese are human too. They bleed and they get scared. They just have a slight advantage in equipment, but that advantage isn't insurmountable." Seeing Liu Shaofeng's stunned expression, Huang Zurong couldn't help but laugh. He put away his previous calm and spoke slowly with a hint of confidence.

After a pause, Huang Zurong looked at the Japanese positions opposite him, his eyes filled with determination: "Once we have completely eliminated their equipment and morale advantages, we will have an absolute crushing advantage over the Japanese army. At that time, it will not be impossible to annihilate them."

Huang Zurong's confident and composed demeanor earned him a lot of goodwill from Liu Shaofeng.

He had experienced too much despair on the battlefield and seen too many generals cower and become pessimistic in the face of powerful enemies. He had never seen anyone like Huang Zurong, who could still be so confident in the face of two elite Japanese regiments and even dare to say the word "annihilate them all".

This confidence was not arrogance, and it also inspired Liu Shaofeng.

"The commander is right!" Just then, Long Wenzhang came over with a grin on his face, skillfully flattering him.

"Don't even mention two regiments, even three regiments, we can wipe them out completely, it's no problem!"

The reason Long Wenzhang said this was simply because he felt that at such a time, one should never say anything discouraging, especially the commander-in-chief. Even when facing a desperate situation, one must remain calm. Huang Zurong's mentality earned Long Wenzhang a lot of goodwill, otherwise he would not have said such a thing.

Huang Zurong glanced at Long Wenzhang helplessly and said irritably, "Stop talking nonsense and keep a close watch on the position. Don't let the Japanese take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack."

"Yes, yes, Commander, I'll go right away!" Long Wenzhang replied hastily, then turned around with a grin.

Seeing this, Liu Shaofeng looked at Huang Zurong seriously and asked, "Regimental Commander Huang, honestly, how do you think we should fight this battle? The Japanese have two regiments, a formidable force. Even with reserve support, it won't be easy for us to stop them. I'm sure you have a concrete plan in mind, right?"

Since Huang Zurong is so confident, he must have a backup plan, which is why he is so curious.