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

"The reinforcements sent out suffered heavy losses?" Upon hearing this news, Colonel Fujimura Masuzō froze, completely stunned. The rage on his face vanished instantly, leaving only disbelief and bewilderment.

He opened his mouth, wanting to scold or roar, but found his throat tight and he couldn't utter a single word.

He never expected it to turn out this way.

In his view, the reinforcements were elite troops, and even if they were ambushed, they could reach the logistics camp and preserve some of the supplies.

But he never expected that in just a short distance, an elite brigade of over a thousand men would be completely decimated, losing even the ability to send reinforcements.

The situation at the logistics camp was unclear. A series of bad news hit him like a heavy hammer, instantly stripping him of all his spirit.

"Colonel, something's not right." Lieutenant Colonel Matsushita Shuichi, the regimental chief of staff, frowned deeply, staring sharply at the map on the table, and said with a serious expression.

"What?" Colonel Fujimura Masuzo slowly came to his senses, his eyes still blank as he looked at Matsushita Shuichi, asking in a hoarse voice, "Something's not right?"

At this moment, he was still immersed in the shock of the reinforcement team suffering heavy losses. His mind was in chaos, and he was unable to think calmly or see that something was wrong.

Lieutenant Colonel Matsushita Shuichi strode to the map, emphasizing the names on it with his finger, and explained urgently and firmly, "Colonel, this is absolutely no coincidence. This must be an enemy tactic of besieging a point and attacking reinforcements! From the very beginning, they never intended to engage us in a direct confrontation, but rather to gradually erode our manpower through mobile warfare!"

"You see, from the very beginning, the enemy has been stubbornly defending the front lines, holding our forces back. We have already committed a large battalion of troops to take the position, but what has happened? We have been firmly tied down on the front lines and unable to move."

As he spoke, Colonel Matsushita Hideichi glanced at the other man and, seeing this, continued.

"Immediately afterwards, the enemy launched a surprise attack on our logistics camp, forcing us to send another battalion to reinforce it. As a result, this battalion was also ambushed by the enemy and was completely decimated."

"In a short period of time, we have had two battalions tied down by the enemy. One battalion is pinned down at the front, and the other has been severely damaged on its way to reinforcements. Now we only have one battalion left!"

"Moreover, this remaining battalion must be ready to support the front lines and logistical camps at any time. If the enemy launches attacks elsewhere, we simply won't have enough troops to deal with them. At that point, we'll be put on the defensive and might even be picked off one by one!"

Upon hearing this, Colonel Fujimura Masuzō's face turned extremely ugly; he naturally knew what this meant.

Clearly, this was a premeditated and purposeful attack by the enemy, a step-by-step plan to gradually deplete their forces. Once their forces were exhausted, their demise would be inevitable.

If no measures are taken soon, this elite unit may really be doomed.

"Colonel, I suspect that this was a conspiracy from the very beginning!" Lieutenant Colonel Shuichi Matsushita continued.

"The enemy may have already figured out our marching route, troop deployment, and even our weaknesses of being eager for reinforcements and lacking supplies. That's why they set this trap, waiting for us to fall into it!"

Upon hearing this, Colonel Fujimura Masuzo was startled. In fact, from the beginning, he had vaguely felt that something was wrong. The enemy's defense was too precise, and they could always launch a counterattack at the weak points of their attack.

Moreover, the enemy's ambushes were always too timely, delivering a fatal blow at their most critical moments.

At the time, he was blinded by anger and the urgency to take the position, and he didn't think much about it.

Now, after Matsushita Shuichi's analysis, everything that I couldn't understand before suddenly became clear.

The enemy's actions were neither due to luck nor a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather a premeditated scheme that lured them into a trap step by step, gradually eroding their strength.

"Baka! Baka yarou!" Colonel Fujimura Masuzō slammed his fist on the table and roared, his face ashen.

"What kind of unit is this? We are the 18th Division! The Empire's elite Class A troops! What kind of opponents haven't we encountered? We don't even consider the Sino-British Allied Forces a threat, yet here we are being completely outmaneuvered by an unknown local militia and suffering such a huge loss!"

He simply couldn't accept this fact.

If the enemy's firepower were overwhelming, or if the enemy's forces were stronger than theirs, he could find some excuse. But the key point is that the enemy's firepower was not that fierce, and their forces were not as strong as theirs. Yet, this seemingly insignificant unit, with its precise layout and difficult tactics, forced their elite regiment into such a desperate situation.

After the anger subsided, a deep chill rose from the depths of Fujimura Masuzō's heart and spread throughout his body.

He abruptly raised his head, looking at Matsushita Shuichi with a serious expression, and suddenly blurted out, "Don't you feel that our every move is being watched by the enemy?"

"From our forced march to our frontal attack, and then to our redeployment of troops to reinforce our logistics camps, the enemy seemed to know every step of the way and was always able to prepare in advance, waiting for us to walk into their trap."

"It seems that from the very beginning, we have fallen into the enemy's trap and can no longer escape."

Upon hearing this, Lieutenant Colonel Shuichi Matsushita paused for a moment, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face.

Now that you mention it, it does seem to be true.

"From the very beginning, we were led by the nose by the enemy. They could always accurately find our weaknesses and predict our actions in advance. Their battlefield instincts were truly terrifying."

"Could it be...could there be an enemy spy within our ranks?"

The moment this thought crossed their minds, their expressions turned even more grim.

"Impossible..." Colonel Fujimura Masuzō shook his head, rejecting the idea.

"Has the search squadron been dispatched?"

"Not yet, Colonel." Lieutenant Colonel Matsushita Shuichi paused for a moment, looking at the other man with some confusion.

Upon hearing this, Fujimura Masuzo seemed to know something and immediately said, "Conduct an experiment and send out the search squadron immediately."

After saying that, he murmured, "I hope it's all just my imagination."

"Hai! I will make arrangements immediately and have the search team set off!" Matsushita Hideichi saw Fujimura Masuzō's solemn expression and instantly understood his intention, so he quickly bowed and replied.