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

It does seem like there are indeed too few!

Normally, an infantry regiment of a Class A division requires a considerable amount of supplies.

If a battle lasts for 3 days of moderate intensity, about 100 tons of supplies will be needed; if a battle lasts for 5 days of high intensity, the supply will need to reach about 150 tons.

According to the Japanese army's supply practices, an infantry regiment carried only about 30 to 40 tons of supplies, enough to support one day's combat needs. The majority of the remaining supplies were transported and resupplyed by the supply regiment.

However, the camp in front of them had very few wooden crates and sacks piled up. They could be seen at a glance and estimated to weigh at most twenty tons. This was probably not enough to support a day of high-intensity combat, let alone the daily consumption of a lightly armed march.

The infantry regiment carries approximately 30 to 40 tons of supplies, about a day's worth, while the rest is given to the supply regiment.

The current supply quantity is clearly problematic, completely different from the data provided.

"Could this not be a Japanese supply depot?" Huang Zhiwen muttered to himself unconsciously, his eyes full of doubt. He couldn't help but take another look at the camp in front of him—dozens of military tents were haphazardly set up, and Japanese soldiers were patrolling around. It did look like a supply camp, but the amount of supplies was abnormally high.

"That's impossible. Could it be that there's something wrong with the position the regimental commander gave me?" A thought flashed through his mind, but he immediately dismissed it.

In an instant, Huang Zhiwen dismissed the idea; how could he possibly have such a thought?

"Sir, I don't think the location is wrong. Look at those patrolling Japanese soldiers, their equipment isn't very sophisticated. Most of them are only equipped with rifles and don't have heavy weapons. And judging from their age, most of them are veterans in their forties, not front-line combat soldiers. They should be logistics personnel responsible for guarding supplies." The adjutant next to him didn't think so. Based on the intelligence gathered so far, this was definitely a Japanese logistics camp.

Huang Zhiwen followed his adjutant's gaze and carefully observed the Japanese troops in the camp. Sure enough, the soldiers walked slowly and looked listless. When they patrolled, they just walked around casually. They lacked the vigilance and sharpness of front-line soldiers. Their uniforms were also somewhat worn. They were indeed logistics personnel.

Furthermore, there were several barrels of gasoline piled up in a corner of the camp. Although the quantity was small, it further confirmed the judgment that this was a supply camp.

"Then there's only one possibility," Huang Zhiwen's eyes narrowed as he instantly grasped the key point, and he said with certainty, "This Japanese army didn't carry many supplies. From the beginning, they were thinking of a quick victory and had no intention of fighting a protracted war. That's why they only carried a small amount of supplies, thinking of quickly reaching Lashio, resolving the crisis there, and then relying on Lashio's logistics to support the subsequent battle."

He has been dealing with logistics and supplies for the past two years, so he naturally understands the importance of logistics to a military unit. A military unit without sufficient supplies, no matter how strong its combat power, cannot last long.

The meager supplies before them were far beyond what a Class A regiment should have. The only reasonable explanation was that the Japanese army was eager to provide reinforcements and chose a quick victory, abandoning the need to carry large quantities of supplies.

"It's very likely." The adjutant pondered for a moment, then nodded repeatedly, agreeing with Huang Zhiwen's statement.

"The situation in Lashio is dire. The Japanese army is definitely eager to get the 56th Regiment to Lashio. They will surely send their soldiers lightly equipped, abandoning excess supplies, and only want to arrive as quickly as possible. They must have underestimated our blocking power and thought they could break through the position in no time. They did not expect to be tied down by us for so long."

Upon hearing this, Huang Zhiwen nodded slowly, his eyes sharpening: "No matter what, even if the supplies are scarce, this is still a Japanese supply camp. Destroying this place will further cut off the Japanese supply sources, making their already strained supplies even more scarce. Destroy this place first, and then see if we can hold out for a while longer. Maybe the Japanese will come to support us, and we can take advantage of that."

"Yes, sir!" the adjutant immediately bowed and replied.

At this time, the Japanese army's logistics camp was in a state of busy activity. It was mealtime, but due to the combat situation and the shortage of supplies, they did not have enough food to cook. They could only cook some rice balls and a small amount of pickled vegetables to barely fill their stomachs.

The main thing is saltiness, to replenish energy, and they don't care about the taste. Anyway, according to Renya Mutaguchi, they are a grass-eating people, and it's good enough that they haven't been forced to eat grass.

Outside the camp, an elite raiding squad was hidden in the jungle next to the camp, keeping a close eye on them and waiting for the best opportunity to attack.

Seeing the lax Japanese troops in the camp, Huang Zhiwen knew the time was ripe. He lowered his voice and ordered sharply, "Attack! Give them a good beating!"

"yes!"

The soldiers immediately responded, rising from their hiding places, clutching the Molotov cocktails they had prepared, and lighting the cloth strips at the mouths of the bottles.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of Molotov cocktails were thrown like meteors toward the Japanese army's logistics camp, landing precisely in various corners of the camp—some hitting wooden crates where supplies were stored, some hitting the tops of tents, and others hitting gasoline drums next to the stoves.

"boom!"

A loud bang was heard, and the gasoline drum hit by the Molotov cocktail exploded instantly. A huge fireball shot into the sky, and scalding gasoline splashed out, igniting the surrounding tents and supplies.

Immediately afterwards, a series of explosions and burning sounds rang out, and the flames spread rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the entire logistics camp was engulfed in flames.

"Baka! Enemy attack!"

The Japanese logistics soldiers were instantly stunned. After they came to their senses, they shouted in panic and fled in all directions. Some tried to put out the flames, while others grabbed their weapons haphazardly and fired towards the jungle, having no idea where the enemy was.

"Kill..." At this moment, Huang Zhiwen's orders were no longer needed. The soldiers immediately pulled the triggers, and a dense barrage of gunfire erupted. Bullets rained down on the panicked Japanese soldiers.

Many Japanese soldiers were hit by bullets before they could even take cover, falling into the sea of ​​fire with piercing screams.

Some Japanese soldiers who tried to extinguish the flames were either burned or hit by bullets, making it impossible for them to get close to the burning materials.

They could only watch helplessly as the fire engulfed the entire camp.

"Baka! Quickly salvage those supplies!" The Japanese captain roared furiously as he watched the tents burn to ashes, the supplies being consumed, the wooden crates exploding, and the grain and ammunition reduced to ashes. But the fire was raging, and any attempt to salvage the situation was futile.