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

"Sir, the Japanese have sent engineers up here and are using mine detectors to check for mines." In the depths of the dense forest not far away, a soldier gently touched the captain beside him with his finger, lowered his voice, and reported with a hint of urgency.

The captain slightly raised his eyes, glanced at the Japanese engineers cautiously making their way on the dirt road, and said without any change in expression, "It's alright, let them line up. Anyway, dragging it out will only make the situation worse for the Japanese. They can't afford to waste time, but we can."

They've set up about a hundred of these things, and they're very densely packed. Even if they find them, we don't know how to dismantle them.

The longer the delay, the less supplies the Japanese army receives, the lower their morale becomes, and the less pressure is placed on the front lines—which is exactly the result they want.

"Yes!" the soldier replied immediately.

At this moment, the Japanese engineers on the dirt road were hunched over, carefully moving forward, their hands tightly gripping mine detectors. The reason for their caution was simply that they were still deeply traumatized by the power of the pressure cooker mines they had encountered earlier.

In their understanding, apart from anti-tank mines, ordinary mines could at most sever the tracks. The fact that this unknown mine could have such terrifying power was simply outrageous.

Especially since the ground was still littered with countless fragments of corpses and bloodstains, constantly reminding them that the landmines in front of them could easily kill them if they were not careful.

A Japanese sapper was seen gripping a mine detector tightly, slowly moving forward step by step. He would pause after each step to carefully observe the detector's reaction, afraid of accidentally triggering a landmine.

Even so, after walking less than ten meters forward, the mine detector in my hand suddenly emitted a rapid "beep beep beep" alarm, the sound sharp and particularly jarring in the silent jungle.

"Oh no! There's a landmine!" The Japanese engineers' expressions changed instantly, and they all stopped in their tracks, standing stiffly in place.

"I have landmines here too."

"I have some too."

"Me too."

"How can there be so many landmines?" A young sapper asked, his voice trembling, his face filled with disbelief.

"We've only explored this short distance, and we've already found so many landmines. Is the entire road riddled with them?"

If they were using ordinary landmines, they wouldn't be so worried even if more were laid; it's just that these things are too lethal.

isn't it?

This is outrageous!

With no other option, the Japanese engineers could only rely on their past experience in mine clearance, taking out red warning flags from their backpacks and carefully placing them at the location where the mines were found to warn subsequent soldiers not to approach.

However, after only ten minutes, they had run out of warning flags, and the mine detector alarm continued to sound, meaning that there were still countless landmines waiting for them ahead.

The news quickly reached the ears of the Japanese battalion commander. Already agitated, he lost his composure, abruptly standing to his feet and hysterically roaring at his men, "Baka! So many landmines?! There must be some mistake?!"

"How many meters have you explored? Only a few dozen meters! You don't have enough flags? Is the entire road riddled with landmines?!"

He simply couldn't accept this fact. Their orders were to reinforce the logistics camp and preserve the remaining supplies, but now they were blocked by a bunch of landmines and couldn't even move forward half a step.

What devastated him even more was that these landmines were extremely powerful and difficult to clear. If they stayed here, the supply lines to the logistics camp would probably have been completely destroyed long ago.

Seeing the captain's furious expression, one of his subordinates cautiously approached and whispered, "Major, why don't we take a detour? Since this road is riddled with mines, we don't need to waste time here. If we take a detour, we might still make it in time and preserve some of the supplies."

"Take a detour? Which way?" The Japanese battalion commander turned to look at his subordinate, then laughed in exasperation, his tone full of mockery and anger. "This area is all dense forest, overgrown with trees and waist-high weeds. There isn't even a decent path. How are we supposed to detour? Which way?"

"And do you think there aren't ambushes in the dense forest? There might be even more enemies and landmines lying in wait. If we go in, we might not only get lost, but we might also fall into an ambush. In that case, we'll only die a more gruesome death!"

He's not stupid, how could he easily sneak into the dense forest?

More importantly, they were unfamiliar with the terrain in the area. If they got lost in the dense forest, not only would reinforcing the logistics camp be out of the question, but even returning to their original position would become a pipe dream.

"Have the engineers continue clearing mines! Even if it takes until dawn, we must clear this road! No matter the cost, we must get to the logistics camp and secure the supplies!" The Japanese battalion commander took a deep breath and continued.

"Hai!" The subordinates dared not delay for the slightest.

Upon receiving the order, the Japanese engineers had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue clearing the mines.

A young sapper carefully used his entrenching tool to dig away the soil layer by layer, afraid of accidentally triggering a landmine.

But when the soil was slowly dug away and what was underneath was revealed, all the Japanese engineers present were stunned, their faces filled with disbelief, and they almost dropped their entrenching tools.

Beneath the soil, a rounded metal cap was visible. It looked ordinary and didn't resemble a landmine at all. Instead, it looked more like... a pot?

The older sergeant engineer rubbed his eyes, examined it closely, and his expression shifted from shock to bewilderment. Finally, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Baka! This isn't a landmine! What is it? A pot?! They're using pots as landmines?!"

He had cleared countless types of landmines, from standard mines to homemade ones, but he had never seen anyone use a pot as a landmine! This completely shattered his understanding; it was utterly absurd!

The young Japanese soldier beside him looked even more bewildered, holding an entrenching tool in his hand, and asked helplessly, "Sergeant, how...how do we dismantle this?"

Yes, they don't even know what this is, let alone how to demolish it.

They dared not touch it, dared not cut the wire, and dared not disassemble it at will.

No one knows how much explosives are in this "pot," and if it is accidentally triggered, they will all be blown to pieces.

All the Japanese engineers stared at each other, none of them daring to step forward. They stood frozen in place, at a loss for what to do.

The already difficult mine-clearing task became even more complicated because of these "pots," leaving them in a dilemma, only able to watch helplessly.