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

"Sir, look at those Japanese devils, they're all like idiots. These landmines are going to give them a run for their money!"

Deep in the dense forest, seeing the Japanese engineers standing helplessly on the dirt road, many soldiers couldn't help but lower their voices and chuckle, their tone full of teasing and smugness.

"I really didn't expect this thing to scare the Japanese so much that their faces turned almost white, and they didn't even dare to touch it."

"Look at those little devils, scratching their heads and looking all hesitant. They definitely don't dare to dismantle it."

Those who planted the landmines were already used to the look of these "homemade weapons" and didn't find them anything new. But for the Japanese engineers who were used to dealing with standard landmines, this was a problem that seemed like the sky was falling.

The Japanese engineers on the dirt road were in a complete mess, with countless questions and curses churning in their minds: What kind of landmines are these?

It looks like a pot.

Is this the kind of landmine that a human could come up with?

Is this really a landmine, or a cooking pot?

They racked their brains, mentally cursing this "bizarre landmine" with every vicious word they could think of, but they were still helpless and could only stand there, frozen in place.

"That'll certainly give those little devils enough trouble for a while." The captain in the dense forest looked at the Japanese soldiers struggling on the dirt road, a faint smile appearing on his face, his tone carrying a hint of satisfaction.

He was still thinking about how to complete the mission, but now it seems that the mission was not so difficult. The landmines not only slowed down the Japanese army, but also completely disrupted their rhythm and even broke their psychological defenses. The effect far exceeded expectations.

"Sir, are we just going to watch like this? Do we really not do anything? It's so unsatisfying to see those Japanese devils causing such a ruckus." A young soldier couldn't help but lean closer, his face full of eagerness and anticipation, and asked cautiously:

The captain turned his head, glanced at the soldier, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, and asked, "What? What are you thinking? You don't mean you want to charge in and fight those Japanese devils, do you?"

"Hehe," the soldier scratched his head, a simple, honest smile spreading across his face, and said firmly, "Sir, I think it would be such a waste to give up such a good opportunity!"

"Look at the Japanese soldiers now, their formation is in disarray, and their engineers are completely bewildered. They can only rage, but they're helpless. This is the perfect opportunity for us to strike! Besides, the brothers are itching for a fight. There are still quite a few new recruits in the unit who have never truly fought the Japanese before. This is a good chance to give them some practice and broaden their horizons!"

His words instantly resonated with the surrounding soldiers, many of whom nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with anticipation. If it weren't for their officers stopping them, they probably would have already rushed over to fight the Japanese devils.

Upon hearing this, the captain's smile gradually faded, and he fell into deep thought.

He felt that the soldier's words made some sense. They hadn't fought a real battle in a while. Although the soldiers' fighting spirit was high, they lacked actual combat training, especially the new recruits, who needed to accumulate experience and hone their will through actual combat.

Just then, another subordinate approached and urged urgently, "Sir, our current weaponry is not much worse than the Japanese army's. We have British-made rifles, light and heavy machine guns, and that gas cylinder cannon—it's incredibly powerful!"

"How about we let the gas cylinder cannons fire a few rounds first? That'll be enough to give those Japanese devils a hard time."

"It can disrupt their formation and boost the morale of our brothers—a win-win situation!"

Mentioning the gas cylinder cannon, his subordinates' eyes were filled with excitement, and the captain also felt a little tempted.

Everyone knows the power of the gas cylinder cannon. Once fired, its power is comparable to that of a small howitzer. If the gas cylinder cannon were used to launch an attack at this moment, it would surely catch the Japanese army off guard.

Despite his initial attraction, he quickly calmed down, a look of hesitation appearing on his face.

His superiors ordered him to remain hidden and wait, relying on landmines to slow down the Japanese army's march and buy time for the main positions and the raiding squads; they did not order him to launch an attack.

If we launch an attack rashly and disrupt the overall battle plan, wouldn't that be a losing proposition?

"Sir, this doesn't actually affect our mission," his subordinate said, noticing his hesitation.

"First, use the gas cylinder cannons to disrupt their formation, then bombard them with concentrated firepower. Once we're done, we'll retreat without lingering."

"After all, the Japanese devils aren't pushovers. The brothers all know that we absolutely won't get entangled with them."

His subordinate's words enlightened the captain, and after careful consideration, he realized that it was indeed true.

Taking advantage of the Japanese army's confusion, we should launch a preemptive strike and deliver a fatal blow. This would not only deplete the Japanese army's strength and morale but also further delay them, thus better accomplishing our mission of slowing down the Japanese army. It would also allow our soldiers to gain practical combat experience, achieving multiple benefits in one fell swoop.

Thinking of this, the captain's eyes narrowed, and he said firmly, "Alright! Do as you say! Get the brothers ready for battle immediately!"

"First, have the brothers operating the gas cylinder cannons aim at areas where Japanese troops are densely packed, but don't use precision strikes."

"Just bombard the areas with the most people, then unleash all the company's shells, concentrating firepower on the Japanese engineers and infantry on the dirt road!"

"Also, immediately contact the surrounding comrades and have them rush to our aid. While the Japanese are in disarray, let's take a big bite out of them and try to eliminate as many enemies as possible!"

"Yes, sir!"

Not long after, a sharp, piercing whistling sound swept towards the Japanese army detachment on the dirt road.

The Japanese battalion commander, who was pacing anxiously waiting for news of the engineers clearing mines, instantly understood what was going on when he heard that familiar yet terrifying howling sound. Having fought on the battlefield for many years, he knew all too well what that sound meant.

Artillery fire!

"Baka! Shelling! Quick! Take cover! Find cover now!"

But it was all too late. The gas cylinder cannons were incredibly fast. Before the whistling sound had even faded, several gas cylinders filled with gasoline and wrapped with fuses had already crashed heavily into the Japanese army's ranks.

"Boom!—Boom!—Boom!"

A series of earth-shattering explosions rang out in succession. In the originally dense crowd, a large number of people fell down instantly. Many Japanese soldiers were thrown away by the shock wave and crashed heavily to the ground. Some died on the spot, while others had their limbs broken and were covered in blood and gore, lying on the ground and letting out shrill screams.

The Japanese battalion commander lay on the ground, listening to the cries of agony of the soldiers around him, and a chill ran through him.

Finished!

Immediately following this was a barrage of artillery shells raining down.