Nanyang 1931: From piglets to giants

Chapter 165 Don’t Let Any Japs Go
Outside the valley, three thousand Japanese soldiers formed a long military formation in order to avenge their humiliation. It was completely unreasonable. They marched in uniform steps, sang military songs in unison, and advanced in unison.

In the valley, Anand was also making the final mobilization, but he only had 300 men in front of him.

"I won't lie to you. You all volunteered to stand up last night. Let me emphasize again, your mission is to die. You are a death squad. Every one of you must die. No one can survive."

"The only thing I can promise you is that after you win, I'll talk to Mr. Zheng about treating your family well. With his wealth and generosity, he'll definitely give your family a huge sum of money, ensuring they never have to worry about food and clothing."

"After this victory, whatever reward we receive as living beings, I promise you that we will not spend a single cent and will give it all to your families. I swear by Allah."

"Is anyone going to quit? It's not too late to quit now."

After a long time, no one stood up and said the word "retreat".

Everyone was talking and laughing, and even seemed quite happy. It didn't look like they were going to die at all.

Anand's plan itself is not that complicated, and it is not difficult to guess. It is nothing more than a trap.

afraid?
They are indeed afraid. They are afraid that the Japanese will not be fooled.

I was afraid that the Japanese had reconnaissance planes, so I flew over in advance to check on their situation.

What I’m afraid of is that my death would be in vain, and I wouldn’t be able to explain it to Mr. Zheng. I don’t know if Mr. Zheng would still pay the pension.

Now that the Japanese have been fooled, what are they afraid of?
Isn't it just death?

Malays have always been fertile. The 300 or so people who came forward voluntarily basically have four or five children or more in their families, and most of them come from poor backgrounds.

Zheng Yi has established actual rule in Kedah for several years. Although he is too lazy to care about these Malays, Yang Shaomin is really good to them. Not only has he insisted on buying rice at a high price, he also persuaded Zheng Yi to build a water plant for them.

Zheng Yi spent money to save trouble because his neighbors were not much worse off, but in the eyes of these Malays, this was a favor from the adults.

As for Zheng Yi killing their Sultan, just kill him. What does it have to do with them?

The Sultan under British colonial rule was actually a lackey of the British, a tool to help the colonists plunder their own people. He was even worse than Empress Dowager Cixi.

In addition, Zheng Yi actually spent money to build dormitories and factories for them. Although everyone doesn’t know how much money Mr. Zheng has, they at least know that he is really, really, really rich.

The wages those workers in Penang earn in one day are enough for them to earn in Kedah for more than a month!

How could Mr. Zheng, who is so rich, be stingy towards his own people?

The Chinese hate the Japanese so much that it is said that the money Mr. Zheng spent and donated to their country to fight against the Japanese is enough to buy more than ten Kedah states.

If this newly formed Malay army can inflict heavy damage on the Japanese army and report a great victory, Mr. Zheng will be very happy. How can he avoid the reward?
My family will definitely not have to worry for several lifetimes.

Maybe I can even let all my family members come to Penang and become Penangites.

One life in exchange for a lifetime of wealth for the whole family, how good of a deal is that?

Whoever regrets is a grandson!
In fact, the plan has reached this point, and there is no need to use death as bait.

However, the matter was of great importance. Anand had staked everything on this battle, and he had also dragged his Kedah Malay Regiment along with him, and they had also staked everything they could.

Seeing that 99% of the plan has been completed, with only the last 1% left, Anand must do everything possible to avoid any accidents.

What if the commander of this Japanese army is cautious by nature and sends a pioneer team to explore the way before entering the valley?

He needed to put on another show to further relax the nerves of the Japanese army so that they would not even send out scouts.

For this reason, even several suicide squads emerged among the Chinese. He didn't know how these Chinese did it, whether it was by drawing lots or something else, but two old men and four women had already stood up and were willing to die with them.

These Chinese also saw clearly and knew exactly what Anand wanted to do. They believed that if the elderly, the weak, women and children died with them on the battlefield, the Japanese outside would definitely believe that they were at their wit's end.

To put it bluntly, there were simply too many coincidences that made Anand's plan a success.

If he had not secretly sent 5,000 people to the island in batches before the Japanese arrived.

If it weren't for the fact that the Japanese had no military discipline after landing on the island and committed brutal acts, the situation would have been completely disorganized and disorganized.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a problem with the configuration of the troops coming to Thailand, there wouldn't even be a reconnaissance plane. The entire organization was there to show off their military power and not to fight at all.

If any of the above conditions were missing, we would not be in such a good situation now.

In order to ensure that there are no accidents in this good situation, they are willing to risk their lives, even if it is just to buy insurance. On the basis of the high probability of victory, they are willing to pay hundreds of lives to add an extra layer of insurance to the plan.

Soon, the Japanese army, who were singing Japanese military songs and were just pretending to be weak, began to exchange fire with the suicide squad ambushed on the mountain.

There were only a hundred or so people in this suicide squad lying in ambush on the mountain. For the sake of authenticity, they didn't have many bullets in their guns. They only started shooting when the Japanese approached, so they hit the target every time.

However, if someone discovered that they were firing, they would soon be met with concentrated fire from a large Japanese force and shot to pieces.

The Japanese grenade launchers were also roaring and roaring. Basically, anyone who showed their head and was discovered would be killed quickly.

The Malays, unable to bear it any longer, simply stood up and jumped down, seeking death.

Bang, bang, bang. After a burst of random gunfire, eight Malays were killed.

When the Japanese army went forward to check the bodies, they found that there was still one survivor. They saw that the seriously injured Malay man raised the grenade and pulled the cord without hesitation. He shouted something in Malay and was blown to pieces.

In less than fifteen minutes, all one hundred Malays were killed or wounded.

No one fled, and no one surrendered.

Even the Japanese commander could not help but sigh upon seeing this: "These Malays are definitely not bandits, they are indeed an elite force."

"But unfortunately, no matter who you are, if you offend the Imperial Army of the Empire of Japan, you will die. No matter how strong your will is, in the face of the absolute gap in strength, you cannot change the situation of the war."

"What's more, we, the great Imperial Japanese Army, possess a will even more resolute than yours!"

"Brothers, attack over the enemy's corpses!!"

"attack!!"

“Yaji, give it to me!!”

Thousands of Japanese soldiers rushed in with loud roars, and then they couldn't help but laugh.

Inside the valley, there was still a group of surviving Malays reorganizing their troops.

But they didn't even have guns or grenades.

All they had in their hands were iron rods, sickles, axes, machetes, etc. Some people even took down door panels and used them as shields.

There were even a few old men and women among this group of people.

"Brothers, this is the final sacrifice. After we die, Commander Anand will avenge us, and Mr. Zheng will bring wealth and honor to our families. Only then will those arrogant Chinese and British people look down on us."

"In the name of Allah, in the name of Mr. Zheng, in the name of the Malays, brothers, follow me to martyrdom!"

"Kill!"

“Martyrdom!!”

"May Mr. Zheng live a long life~"

In the eyes of the Japanese soldiers, these Malays were fighting desperately, without even guns, and they rushed towards them with cold weapons, shouting Malayan slogans that they could not understand. Wasn't this simply courting death?
What other use does it have besides wasting a few bullets?

Pong, pong, pong.

The Japanese soldiers laughed and started shooting.

Group after group of Malays and Chinese armed with cold weapons fell in a pool of blood.

However, as soon as the first group fell, the next group would rush up, one after another, and no one turned around and ran away.

They were determined to die.

Soon, even the Japanese soldiers could no longer laugh.

Two minutes later, these Japanese soldiers killed all the cold weapon enemies in front of them, and all of them fell in a pool of blood. However, even these Japanese began to respect them.

"They were a group of worthy opponents, but now they are all dead. This place is ours. To avenge our fallen comrades, brothers, charge in, kill everyone inside, steal all the money, and burn it to the ground. Kill!"

"Kill!!"

A group of Japanese troops rushed into the valley frantically.

Then they soon realized something was wrong.

After a brief excitement, they realized that on both sides of the valley and right in front of them, there were actually at least several thousand people lined up in an orderly manner, hiding in the grass and lying on the ground. They had not been able to see them because they were far away, but now they could see them.

With a swish, three hundred meters ahead, a leading Malay soldier climbed up and casually pulled the cloth sheet in front of him, revealing the Maxim heavy machine gun hidden inside.

Brush, brush, brush.

More and more cloth was peeled back, revealing grenade launchers, small mortars, and Maxim heavy machine guns.

This firepower is stronger than that of their entire battalion, and their number of people is also greater than theirs!

This is not a clown who has run out of tricks, but a ferocious beast that has been waiting for a long time and is extremely hungry and thirsty.

"Kill! Don't let any one go! For the sake of our dead brothers! For the sake of our Malay backbone, if we let one escape, today's victory will not be complete. Kill!!!"

As he spoke, Anand roared, his temples bulging with veins, his eyes bloodshot, and he came to the position of the heavy machine gunner and pulled the trigger like a madman.

The clattering of the machine guns, the tapping of bullets, the wails and curses of the devils were the most beautiful symphonies he had ever heard in his life.

(End of this chapter)