My own war game

Chapter 259 Request for Operational Guidance
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A shrapnel that had pierced his thigh was removed by a medical soldier using tweezers, causing Major General Masahisa Kawaguchi to grimace in pain.

"Sir, I am going to disinfect you. It will be a little painful. Please be patient. Otherwise, it is easy to get infected in this weather." The military doctor at the side warned softly.

The medical alcohol came into contact with the wound, and the burning pain stimulated the major general's nerves, making him want to curse in Japanese style.

But compared to others, the major general was lucky enough. In last night's charge, two lieutenant colonels and a major staff officer were killed, more than a thousand soldiers were killed or wounded, and almost all the grassroots officers were injured.

Such a disastrous defeat was unexpected. What was worse was that it was not until he retreated to the camp that Major General Kawaguchi discovered that his troops were seriously short of medicines. In this battle alone, 70% of the medical alcohol was consumed, and this was the result of restricting the amount used by the lower-level soldiers.

Recalling the dense mines, ubiquitous machine guns, and large-caliber heavy artillery of the US military last night, even the firepower density in the hands of those traitors of the empire was better than that of his own troops.

Looking at the casualties statistics of over a thousand people, Major General Kawaguchi lost confidence in this operation for the first time.

"Sir, breakfast is ready, please eat some." The orderly brought the freshly prepared breakfast.

The breakfast was simple, some white rice with pickled radish and some canned meat. Major General Kawaguchi was not a person who was greedy for food, so he didn't care.

But when he was about to put a piece of pickled radish into his mouth, the major general discovered that the soldiers were silently putting an unknown sea fish into their mouths.

"Didn't I tell you that I want to eat the same food as the soldiers?" Major General Kawaguchi scolded the orderly beside him.

"Sir, but...this..." The orderly became hesitant.

"Baga! Take the food away and exchange it for food for the soldiers!"

"Hai!"

After a while, the orderly replaced the canned food on the major general's plate with the same sea fish as the soldier's. The major general took only one bite and his face twisted.

It was so disgusting that I couldn't swallow it.

"Sir, our supply fleet was bombed by the US military. The protein food can only last for three days. This kind of fish is the only protein food that can be obtained locally in large quantities, so..." The officer in charge of logistics reported to the major general nervously.

Looking at the food in the lunch box, Kawaguchi Masahisa finally made up his mind. He forced himself to swallow the fish in his hand and then ordered, "Send a telegram to Commander Hyakutake, saying that we request combat guidance."

The term "operation guidance" was invented by the Japanese Army. Due to the Imperial Army's sensitivity to the word "defeat", front-line troops were shy to ask for reinforcements. Operation guidance was an euphemistic way of requesting reinforcements, which was comparable to the National Army's preference for using the term "transfer".

Logically speaking, Major General Masahisa Kawaguchi's response to the situation was quick, and his request for reinforcements was timely, but he never expected that the situation of his troops would deteriorate so quickly.
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1st Marine Division, Headquarters

"Mr. Kennedy, you know this is a very serious accusation, right?" Major General Vandergrift said, looking at the young man in front of him.

"Yes, I know it very well." Kennedy Jr. responded seriously.

"Okay, as the person in charge here, I need to confirm with you." The major general crossed his hands on the table.

"Why do you think Mr. He Chi deliberately let the soldiers send out a signal, resulting in an early exchange of fire with the Japanese army?" "Because of this..." Lieutenant Kennedy tapped the stained cloth bag in front of his feet with the tip of his shoe, and a foul smell followed.

"Someone saw this thing being dropped from the high ground of the New Japan National Army, and then the two sides started exchanging fire. I even suspect that someone was tipping off the Japanese." Kennedy vowed.

The major general looked at the things on the ground and said helplessly, "Lieutenant Kennedy, although Mr. Marshall specifically asked me to take care of you, and I also know that there are some minor unpleasantness between you and He, I cannot investigate an ally who has given us significant support for such a ridiculous reason, unless..."

"Unless what?" Kennedy demanded.

"Unless you can get solid evidence to prove that his actions have caused harm to us." Major General Vandergrift spread his hands and was about to walk out, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw He Chi, a native guide and several soldiers preparing to enter the jungle.

The natives were holding several suspicious bags in their hands.

"He, what are you doing?" Major General Vandergrift looked at several people, and his eyes involuntarily swept towards the weapons in the hands of the natives.

"I'm going to investigate Kawaguchi's camp and see if I can cause them some trouble while I'm at it." He Chi turned around and responded.

"Well, in that case, I'll let Colonel Edson cooperate with you." Major General Vandergrift thought about the conversation in the tent just now, walked to He Chi and added quietly, "If you have any big moves, remember to tell me in advance. You know that sometimes it's too late to temporarily deploy troops..."

"Big move? Uh... okay, I promise." He Chi nodded, but he actually didn't understand what the major general meant by big move.

"Sir! I just reminded you!" As soon as He Chi left, Kennedy protested to Major General Degrift, and the major general also got angry.

"Lieutenant! Be aware of your identity! Although I know your family is very powerful in Washington, this is my unit! If you really want to give me orders, wait until you enter the White House or the Department of Defense."

After saying this, the major general walked away without looking back, leaving Kennedy standing there awkwardly.

At this moment, a young man from Massachusetts had his life ambition changed.

More than ten kilometers away, He Chi and Colonel Edson poked their heads out from their camouflage in the bushes.

"He, do you really need those guides? I feel like you are more familiar with the roads here than they are." Colonel Edson asked in a low voice.

"It's just good luck. Shh, someone is coming." He Chi responded and then asked everyone to lower their heads.

I saw a dozen Japanese soldiers with water bottles hanging all over their bodies coming to a pond formed by a stream flowing out of the forest to fetch water. The whole process lasted more than ten minutes.

"This is the third wave today. It seems that this is one of their main water sources." Colonel He Chihe explained, then waved his hand behind him, and some natives came over carrying bags.

He Chi said a few words to him in his native dialect, and the native then threw the bag into the water source with a plop.

Colonel Edson was stunned. “He, you don’t want to poison these guys, do you?”

(End of this chapter)