Anti-Japanese War: The whole world is a base vehicle

If the combat effectiveness of the Siamese army is considered in the entire Southeast Asia region, it is indeed quite advanced.

After all, they had fought the French army back and forth for several years, and the key point was that they did not lose during this long battle. From this point of view alone, it is enough to prove that the Siamese army still has quite good combat capabilities.

However, if we look at the entire East Asian region, the Siamese army's combat effectiveness seems to be insufficient.

Let's not talk about other things for now. When facing the Japanese army, they chose to surrender directly before they really started a fierce battle with the Japanese army. The comparison between before and after is really a bit sad.

However, we cannot simply say that the Siamese army has no combat effectiveness at all.

At least in terms of equipment, the Siamese army is really not bad.

The weapons and equipment they possess are considered to be relatively sophisticated in Southeast Asia, and various guns, artillery and other weapons can, to a certain extent, deal a powerful blow to the enemy.

"Tell all battalions and companies to hold their positions." Basong shouted angrily.

He was holding back his anger. He had originally thought that this battle could be won easily, but he did not expect to encounter such stubborn resistance, and his side was at a disadvantage. This made him anxious and angry, and he could only hope that the battalions and companies could fight to the death to hold their positions and reverse this unfavorable situation.

"Yes." The officer who came to report responded quickly, and then hurried to convey Basong's order. He also knew the importance of the position at the moment. He must make sure that every soldier in the battalion and company clearly realizes that they must defend the position with all their strength and not slack off in the slightest.

However, Basong still greatly underestimated the rebels' fighting effectiveness.

At this moment, the deafening shouts and fierce gunfire intertwined with each other, resounding throughout the entire position, as if to shatter the entire world.

Amidst the noise, there were occasional shrill wails, which were the painful cries of wounded soldiers, making the atmosphere of the battlefield even more tragic and tense.

As Basong listened to the various noises coming one after another, his brows furrowed even deeper, as if he could almost pinch a fly to death.

It was obvious that the fighting power displayed by the rebels before him had completely exceeded his imagination.

Originally, he didn't believe the claims about the rebels' strong combat effectiveness at all, thinking that his subordinates were exaggerating. But now the real battle situation was before him, and he had no choice but to believe it.

"Damn, this is definitely not an ordinary army." A trace of fear flashed across Basong's face involuntarily.

He knew in his heart that facing such a powerful rebel army, this battle would be much more difficult than he had expected, and he might even end up in big trouble.

He began to regret not treating this rebel group more carefully, but now that things had come to this, he could only bite the bullet and continue to deal with it, hoping to find some way to reverse the increasingly unfavorable war situation.

"Sir, I suggest retreating." At this time, a confidant who was deeply trusted by Basong walked forward with a serious face and spoke in a low voice.

He knew very well that the situation on the battlefield was extremely unfavorable to his side. If he continued to hold on, the consequences would be disastrous, so he mustered up the courage to make this suggestion.

Hearing this, Basong became furious and his face turned red. He raised his hand and wanted to slap the other person hard to vent his anger.

But in mid-air, his hand stopped. After thinking for a while, he suppressed his anger and asked with gritted teeth.

"Do you know what retreating now means?" There was a hint of ferocity in Basong's eyes. He felt that this subordinate was simply talking nonsense. Wouldn't it disrupt the morale of the army to propose retreat at this critical moment?

"I know it can easily turn into a defeat, and then it will be out of control." The trusted subordinate did not dare to hesitate at all and answered quickly.

He knew that his superior was angry at the moment, but he was more aware of the current war situation. If they didn't find a way to get out of the predicament quickly, they would probably all die here. So even though he knew that this suggestion might anger his superior, he still said it out loud.

"Since you know everything, why do you still propose to retreat?" Basong's tone was naturally not very good, and there was obvious questioning and dissatisfaction in his words.

He knew that retreat was not an easy task and it needed to be carried out in an orderly and planned manner.

If it is not handled properly and something goes wrong, the entire army may very likely end up in a rout. At that time, everyone will be like a group of headless flies, powerless to resist, and can only be slaughtered by the enemy and become fish on the chopping board.

Therefore, he was both angry and helpless about his subordinate's suggestion to retreat.

Not to mention, the Ninth Division is the capital for Basong's survival.

The reason why he can have his current status and power in the Siamese army is largely due to the strength of the Ninth Division.

If anything goes wrong with the Ninth Division, it would mean that all his capital is gone, and his future would be hopeless.

Therefore, no matter for his own future or for his prestige in the army, he must grit his teeth and persevere, and must not easily give up this foothold that he has worked so hard to accumulate.

"Commander, there is something wrong with these rebels. They are very powerful. I think they may not be able to hold on for long. As long as you are still here, the Ninth Division will still be here." The trusted subordinate advised earnestly.

He was well aware of the critical situation at the moment, but he also understood the importance his superiors placed on the Ninth Division, so he came up with this excuse, hoping to make Basong change his mind, to save his own safety first, and to leave a way out for a comeback in the future.

Hearing this, Basong fell silent.

He knew in his heart that what the other party said was indeed for his own good. From a practical point of view, this battle was indeed difficult and the rebels' fighting power was beyond his imagination. If he continued to hold on, he might really lose the Ninth Division.

But he just couldn't give up and didn't want to retreat in such a disgrace. He always felt that if he held on a little longer, maybe he would be able to wait for a turning point.

He kept weighing the pros and cons in his mind. On the one hand, there was the possible turnaround and the need to preserve his face and status. On the other hand, there was the risk of losing everything if he failed. This made him deeply entangled and it was difficult for him to make a decision.

"Get ready and retreat." After some difficult thinking, Basong felt that what his trusted subordinate said did make some sense. He gritted his teeth and finally ordered his subordinates to prepare for the retreat.

He knew in his heart that this might be the wisest choice at the moment. After all, if the Ninth Division was completely wiped out, then there would be nothing left.

Not long after Basong and his men retreated, a small and elite team sneaked up to the location of his headquarters like ghosts.

The members of this team all had sharp eyes and quick movements, and it was obvious that they had been rigorously trained. The commander who led the team walked into the tent that was supposed to be the headquarters, but found that it was empty, and immediately frowned. He quickly scanned the tent and confirmed that there was indeed no trace of anyone.

"No one?" he murmured in a low voice, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

Originally, they had carefully planned this decapitation operation based on intelligence, with the goal of destroying the headquarters of the 9th Division of the Siamese Army.

According to their expectations, as long as they successfully captured this command center, they would be able to plunge the Ninth Division into a state of chaos and leaderlessness, and thus completely annihilate this unit.

"They should have retreated." A team member next to him answered. He was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that the commander of the 9th Division of the Siamese Army was so alert, realized the danger so quickly, and then retreated decisively.

"People born in the Year of the Dog have a very good nose." The commander couldn't help but curse under his breath. He was somewhat annoyed. The originally perfect plan had fallen through, which was really unacceptable.

You know, their action this time is of great significance.

Once the command center of the 9th Division is successfully destroyed and the 9th Division is annihilated, the Siamese army will certainly be frightened and will not dare to launch an attack easily in a short period of time.

In this way, at least the Free Army can be given some time to peacefully digest the existing territory, further consolidate its own power, and lay a more solid foundation for future development.

It's a pity that the commander of the 9th Division of the Siamese Army withdrew early, which made their plan fail. This is really a case of plans not keeping up with changes.

"That was a close call." Upon receiving the news that the command center was almost wiped out, a trace of fear flashed across Basong's face.

He couldn't help but shiver, secretly thanking his luck in his heart. If his movements had been a little slower, he would probably have become a dead soul under the enemy's gun.

The life and death moments on the battlefield are truly terrifying.

"Gather the troops first and retreat fifty kilometers." Basong calmed himself down and quickly gave orders to his subordinates.

He felt that the most urgent task at the moment was to get the troops out of the danger zone, reorganize, and plan the next move.

"Yes." The subordinates responded in unison, and then quickly carried out the order. They were busy notifying each battalion and company and organizing the troops to retreat in an orderly manner.

"Commander, our Ninth Division suffered heavy losses this time. I suggest that we forcibly recruit some able-bodied men to make up for the losses." The confidant took the opportunity to suggest again.

Looking at the miserable state of the troops now, he knew very well that if he did not find a way to replenish the troops as soon as possible, it would be difficult for the Ninth Division to regain its former glory.

Basong did not deny this immediately. He knew in his heart that this battle with the rebels had indeed caused heavy damage to the Ninth Division.

According to a rough estimate, at least two to three thousand people were lost, which was a serious blow to the Ninth Division.

The troop's strength was sharply reduced, and its combat effectiveness was naturally greatly reduced.

He knew that if he didn't recover his strength quickly, he would definitely attract the attention of others in this battlefield where the weak are the prey of the strong. Those forces with ulterior motives might seize this opportunity to attack the Ninth Division, which would be even more troublesome.

Thinking of this, Basong felt extremely regretful. He secretly blamed himself, saying that if he had known that this would be the result, he should not have accepted this task in the first place.

I thought I could complete it easily and get some benefits at the same time, but who knew it would end up in such a miserable situation. I really regret it.

When the news reached Bangkok, the high-ranking Siamese military officials were shocked and their eyes widened in amazement when they heard about it.

They originally thought that they were just a bunch of rebels who were like a mob and could be easily dealt with. Who could have imagined that they would have such a strong fighting force? This situation was really beyond their expectations.

On the other hand, the Japanese troops seemed extremely calm and composed, as if they had already known the outcome.

They just watched quietly as the Siamese army fell into this embarrassing situation without any surprise.

When the Siamese military leaders learned the truth after some inquiries, they were furious.

They were angry and resentful, but they felt helpless, because they knew very well that the Japanese army was playing a trick of driving the wolf to devour the tiger, deliberately instigating them to fight the rebels in order to consume the strength of their Siamese army so that they would be more obedient in the future and obey the Japanese army's orders.

"I didn't expect that a division was almost lost." Terauchi Juichi, who received the news, seemed very calm. He just raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had heard a very ordinary little thing.

In fact, he had long guessed that the Siamese army would suffer such a disastrous defeat. After all, even the Japanese army itself suffered a great loss when fighting against those rebels. If the Siamese army could defeat these rebels with their limited capabilities, Terauchi Juichi would really have to suspect that the Siamese army was secretly controlling these rebels.

After all, he knew that the Siamese army had great territorial demands on Cambodia, and they might resort to any means to achieve this goal. Therefore, Terauchi Juichi was neither surprised nor sympathetic to the Siamese army's disastrous defeat, and just watched it all happen indifferently.

"Commander, I'm afraid this rebel army has become powerful and cannot be eliminated in a short time." Tsukada Ko said helplessly with a frown.

He knew in his heart that after this period of development and confrontations with various forces, the combat effectiveness and resilience shown by this rebel army should not be underestimated. Now it has become a force that cannot be ignored. It would be extremely difficult to completely eliminate it in a short period of time.

The main reason is that the Japanese army does not want to send out more elite troops.

Fighting in that dense and complex jungle environment is not only full of various unknown dangers, but also often requires a large amount of manpower and material resources, but it is likely that there will be no corresponding results, which is a completely meaningless waste.

The Japanese army did not want to waste their elite forces in the jungle. After all, they had to keep these forces to deal with other more important strategic goals.

"Let the Siamese and French armies worry about it." Terauchi Hisaichi shook his head indifferently.

In his opinion, since this rebel army was so troublesome, he might as well throw this hot potato to the Siamese and French armies.

Anyway, the Siamese army had suffered heavy losses in previous battles with the rebels, so they would certainly not be willing to give up and would certainly try every possible means to deal with the rebels; and the French army, they also have their own interests to consider in this area, and they would certainly not sit idly by in the face of the rise of the rebels.

Let them rack their brains and think hard to eliminate this rebel army, and the Japanese army will just sit on the sidelines and watch how the situation develops. (End of this chapter)