After taking stock of the casualties, Uchiyama Kojiro flung the documents in his hand away. Against a rabble like this, the Japanese Army had actually achieved such results—it was simply humiliating!
Since the war broke out, the Allied forces had yet to suffer a single defeat, and the very first loss had fallen into his lap. With Uchiyama Kojiro's proud and arrogant nature, how could he possibly accept that?
Uchiyama Kojiro shouted furiously, "Okamura, send a telegram to Allied Headquarters. Tell them we've encountered the main force of the American army and are locked in a bitter battle. Tell them to get here quickly, or the enemy will escape!"
Defeat? How could they possibly have been defeated? The Japanese Army was invincible under heaven! They had clearly dealt the enemy a crushing blow; they were only deadlocked now because the enemy had too many troops. Victory would soon be theirs!
For the sake of his pitiful vanity, Uchiyama Kojiro casually set the Allied forces up for a fall—and dragged his superior, Uehara Yusaku, down with him.
Within the Pacific Allied forces, the Japanese troops were unquestionably the main force. Nearly sixty percent of the infantry consisted of Japanese soldiers. As for technical arms such as the air force and armored brigades, the Japanese Army Department could not bear to send those out, so they made up the numbers with cheap infantry instead!
The Allied command headquarters, still circling around California, failed to spot any problem after receiving Uchiyama Kojiro's telegram.
Marshal Haig, commander-in-chief of Allied Headquarters, asked, "Which general is willing to lead troops there as reinforcements?"
Uehara Yusaku answered without hesitation, "Naturally, I will go. The troops at the front are our Japanese Expeditionary Force's Second Army. If we go to reinforce them, we can coordinate with them most