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

"Order all squads to be on high alert, maintain spacing, and advance in a dispersed manner to avoid ambushes. Report any unusual activity immediately!"

In the deep, dense forest, Captain Shintaro Inada, the captain of the Japanese search squadron, held his sword, his brow furrowed, and gave a deep order to the messenger beside him.

"Hai!" the messenger replied immediately.

At this moment, Captain Inada Shintaro was filled with resentment and humiliation, and an unnamed anger was pressing down on his heart.

In the past, he would never have been so nervous, much less act so cautiously.

At that time, the Japanese army was invincible and advanced with unstoppable momentum. The British army was even more vulnerable. Often, the British army would flee in terror as soon as their vanguard reached ten kilometers outside the city, and they would not dare to put up any resistance. Villages and towns along the way would even welcome them with food and drink. Wherever they went, they had smooth sailing and never took the so-called resistance forces seriously.

But now, even though it's just a routine search mission, he has to proceed with extreme caution, be on guard at every turn, and be constantly alert to ambushes on his feet and around him. For someone who prides himself on being an elite member of the empire, this is undoubtedly a great humiliation.

The other side was clearly just a so-called local militia, but what happened?

This caused their elite troops to suffer repeated setbacks and lose face.

Despite his frustration, he dared not be careless in the slightest, much less risk the lives of his soldiers.

The main problem was the bizarre pressure cooker mine, which was ridiculously powerful. It could not only blow up soldiers, but also turn tanks into scrap metal. He and his soldiers witnessed the horrific scene firsthand, and many soldiers were left with psychological trauma, trembling at the sound of an explosion.

They believe that only by keeping the body intact can it return to Amaterasu. Being blown to pieces makes it impossible to see Amaterasu, which is why they are so terrified.

They are now in a dense forest with complex terrain and obstructed visibility, making it an ideal location for landmines and ambushes. A slight misstep could lead to a repeat of the same mistake.

"Also, everyone watch your step. Pay special attention to loose soil and areas where the color doesn't match the surroundings. Walk lightly and don't step into unfamiliar areas. Mark any suspicious traces immediately!" Inada Shintaro whispered again, giving these instructions.

"Hai!" the messenger immediately bowed and replied.

In fact, even without Captain Shintaro Inada's order, the Japanese soldiers who wanted the body weren't stupid. They naturally knew which was more important: a whole body or a mangled corpse.

So they all split up into pairs, moving forward cautiously, their eyes fixed on their feet and their surroundings, even their breathing was extremely soft, for fear of triggering a deadly trap.

Fortunately, they continued their slow journey without encountering any ambushes, which relieved them.

Seeing that everything was alright, the Japanese soldiers, who had been on edge, gradually relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Many soldiers slowed their pace and even began to talk in hushed tones, their wary expressions fading considerably.

Shintaro Inada frowned even more as he looked at the soldiers' relaxed demeanor, preparing to reprimand them.

A crisp and abrupt explosion suddenly rang out from the depths of the dense forest!

"boom!"

The explosion wasn't deafening, but it sounded particularly jarring in the quiet forest, instantly shattering the tranquility.

All the Japanese soldiers were instantly terrified. Their instincts kicked in faster than their brains could process it. They didn't have time to think and immediately dropped to the ground, covering their heads with their hands and pressing themselves firmly against the decaying leaves.

They were all trembling with fear, their faces pale, thinking they had triggered that terrifying landmine again. They didn't even dare to lift their heads, afraid that they would be blown to pieces in the next second.

"Baka! Where did that explosion come from? Was it a landmine? Has anyone been shot or injured?" Captain Shintaro Inada also suddenly threw himself to the ground, suppressing his inner fear, and shouted at the soldiers around him.

He felt that if he continued like this, he would develop battlefield syndrome; it was just too torturous.

"Report...Reporting, Captain! It looks...it looks like a hand grenade, not a landmine! No brothers are injured!" a soldier reported, his tone full of doubt.

"A grenade?" Inada Shintaro stood there, stunned, not reacting for a moment, his face full of confusion.

Just a grenade?

No landmines?

Could it be that someone made a mistake?

Before he could figure it out, the next second, countless arms suddenly emerged from behind the tree canopy and in the bushes on both sides of the dense forest, and grenades with their pins pulled were rained down on the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground!

The grenades streaked through the air in short arcs, whistling as they landed precisely among the Japanese soldiers. Some struck their backs, some filled the gaps in the ranks, and some rolled to Inada Shintaro's side, puffing out wisps of white smoke, about to explode.

"Baka! It's an enemy attack! There's an ambush! Get out of the way!" Captain Inada Shintaro's face changed drastically, his pupils contracted sharply, and fear instantly swept over him. He screamed hysterically, trying to get up and hide, but it was too late.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of rapid explosions rang out in succession.

The Japanese soldiers lying on the ground had no time to dodge and were instantly engulfed by the shockwave and shrapnel from the explosion.

Screams and wails instantly echoed through the dense forest. The once orderly Japanese army was thrown into chaos. Many soldiers were injured on the spot, their flesh mangled, and they lay on the ground struggling in pain.

Before the thick smoke had even cleared, a short, furious roar suddenly echoed through the forest: "Kill!"

Upon seeing this, the ambush squad leaped out from the bushes and behind the trees, each holding a fully loaded British-made rifle, and without hesitation pulled the trigger at the chaotic Japanese troops.

Da da da!

Bang bang bang!

A hail of bullets rained down on the Japanese soldiers, who were still lying on the ground in shock and had no time to dodge. They were all hit and fell into pools of blood.

Before the Japanese could react, another whooshing sound came from behind, and more than ten 50mm caliber British mortar shells accurately struck the core area where the Japanese were gathered. The already routed Japanese army was completely stunned by this round of artillery fire.

Shintaro Inada lay prone beside the crater, his body covered in mud and blood, his face ashen, and his eyes filled with disbelief and terror.

He had also served on the Chinese battlefield and knew the strength of the various Chinese armies like the back of his hand. Normal local militias would be lucky to have a few old-fashioned rifles; they simply couldn't possess such a powerful firepower density.

"Baka! Is this still a militia?" Inada Shintaro roared hysterically, filled with despair, knowing he was doomed.

"The Chinese are too cunning; this is not a militia at all."