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

"Baka! You bunch of trash, why haven't you taken it yet?" After eight consecutive attacks, all of them were forcefully repelled by the enemy. The position had not been advanced an inch, and instead, heavy casualties had been suffered. He could no longer hold back, and the anger in his eyes was almost consuming him.

"Why haven't you taken the position yet?! One or two failures can be excused as mistakes or insufficient preparation! But what about now? Eight times! Eight whole attacks! You can't even take a small position. Can this be called a mistake? This is incompetence! Utter incompetence!"

Once that label is put on him, he truly becomes the epitome of incompetence.

He knew in his heart that in the Japanese army, failure was not terrible; what was terrible was incompetence.

If he were labeled "incompetent," he would lose his position as regimental commander and might even face court-martial, becoming a laughingstock of the entire 18th Division. Those who coveted his position would seize the opportunity to kick him while he was down, ensuring his utter ruin.

"Colonel, but the enemy's defense is just too tenacious. They've built sturdy bunkers using the narrow terrain, and their firepower is no less than ours. They have a constant barrage of light and heavy machine gun fire, as well as those powerful landmines. Every time we launch an attack, it causes a lot of casualties," Lieutenant Colonel Hideichi Matsushita, the regimental chief of staff, explained cautiously, forcing himself to speak.

"More importantly, the enemy soldiers' fighting spirit was no less. Even with heavy casualties, not a single one of them retreated. They held their ground and we simply couldn't break through their defenses."

"Baka!" Fujimura Masuzō roared, kicking over the low table in front of him. Telegrams and maps scattered all over the floor. "Doesn't this just prove your incompetence? Even if the enemy's defense is tenacious and their firepower fierce, are we useless?"

"Which unit of the 200th Division is on the other side?" Colonel Masuzō Fujimura asked, taking a deep breath.

In his view, the force with such formidable combat power must be the main force of the 200th Division. After all, the 200th Division was the elite of the expeditionary force, and even though it had suffered heavy losses before, it still had considerable combat power.

But to his utter surprise, Lieutenant Colonel Matsushita Shuichi's next words left him completely stunned.

"Colonel," Lieutenant Colonel Shuichi Matsushita hesitated for a moment before forcing himself to speak, "According to reconnaissance by the frontline soldiers, the opposing force is not the 200th Division."

"What?!" Fujimura Masuzō's eyes widened in disbelief. He demanded sharply, "Not the 200th Division? What unit is that? Say it again!"

"Colonel, the group opposite us consists of a local militia and some hastily assembled defeated soldiers. However, most of their weapons are British-made, and they also have some homemade weapons, such as powerful landmines and cannons," Lieutenant Colonel Hideichi Matsushita explained.

Upon hearing this, Colonel Fujimura Masuzō's face turned extremely ugly.

"Local militia? Scattered soldiers?"

"An ordinary local militia, a bunch of scattered soldiers, actually managed to hold off our 18th Division's elite regiment, and repel eight of our attacks?"

"What do you think the division commander will think of me if I say something like that?" Colonel Fujimura Masuzō asked coldly, staring at the other man.

This is an absolute disgrace!

If people knew that he, Fujimura Masuzō, had led an elite regiment and was repeatedly defeated by a local militia, failing to break through their lines even after eight attempts, how could he possibly face anyone?

This is even more painful for him than stabbing him directly.

This further demonstrates that he is an incompetent and useless piece of trash!

Just as he was about to reprimand his men and order them to continue the attack, a series of violent explosions suddenly came from afar, "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound was deafening, and even the ground trembled slightly.

Fujimura Masuzo's body stiffened abruptly, the anger on his face vanished instantly, replaced by extreme panic, his face turning deathly pale, as white as paper.

This location?

It's their logistics camp!

How could an explosion happen here?

He immediately appeared extremely flustered.

"Baka! Quickly! Immediately dispatch a large brigade to reinforce them!"

They had marched here hastily, carrying very little supplies, enough to sustain them for only one day of combat. The supplies from the logistics camp were their only source of sustenance.

If the logistics camp is destroyed and the supplies are burned, they will be completely out of ammunition and food. At that time, let alone taking the position and rushing to Lashio's aid, it will be difficult to even retreat safely.

Thinking of this, Colonel Fujimura Masuzō's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and a hint of despair appeared in his eyes.

"Hai!" Matsushita Shuichi didn't dare to delay for a moment and immediately bowed in response.

Soon, a Japanese battalion of over a thousand men abandoned its frontal assault and hurriedly headed towards the logistics camp.

What they didn't know was that their every move was being watched by scouts hidden in the shadows.

Long before Huang Zhiwen's squad launched the surprise attack, Huang Zurong had already anticipated that the Japanese army would inevitably send reinforcements after learning that the logistics camp had been attacked. Therefore, he had a large number of pressure cooker mines planted on the route that the Japanese reinforcements would inevitably take, just waiting for the Japanese army to walk into the trap.

At this point, the supporting Japanese battalion had no intention of scouting the surrounding environment.

All he could think about was getting to the camp as soon as possible and repelling the attacking enemy.

The next second...

"Boom!—Boom!—Boom!"

A series of deafening explosions rang out one after another, like thunder rolling across the landscape, instantly shattering the silence of the jungle.

The Japanese soldiers running at the front didn't even have time to scream before they were blown into the air by the immense power of the landmine. Their bodies were torn into countless pieces, which flew everywhere like raindrops.

Several Japanese soldiers who followed were also thrown away by the shockwave and crashed heavily to the ground. Some died on the spot, while others had their limbs broken and were covered in blood and gore. They lay on the ground screaming in agony, struggling to get up, but they could not move no matter what.

"Baka! Enemy attack!" The Japanese soldiers behind were stunned when they saw this. The next second, all the Japanese soldiers simultaneously dropped to the ground, covered their heads with their hands, and pressed themselves firmly to the ground. They didn't dare to lift their heads or take another step forward.

The captain lay on the ground, his face ashen, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his eyes filled with disbelief and rage.

He never imagined that there would be an ambush on the way to reinforcements, and with such powerful landmines at that!

"Baka! Quick! Send men to scout! Locate all the landmines and clear them!" the captain roared at his adjutant.