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Interlude Canton, China. June 14, 1942. Lieutenant General Hyakatuke Harukichi, Commanding Officer, 17th Army, stood on a balcony overlooking the sprawling docks of Canton. Most of the harbor was filled with junks, riverboats and small merchant ships, but today the main port of entry was reserved entirely to the Imperial Japanese Army. One large transport after another tied up, disgorged its living cargo, and then moved on. The process had been ongoing since well before dawn. Men and equipment queued up and marched deeper into the City, and from there all the way to temporary camps on the outskirts of the Chinese countryside. This was no parade for his benefit. The men flowed by with the nanchalant purpose of veterans who knew their business and were seeing to it. Four crack divisions would unload today, and another would arrive tomorrow. These were the cream of the IJA, the conquerors of Hong Kong, Singapore, Java, Burma and Australia. None of the Allied armies had been able to halt their inexorable advance over the Southern Resource Area. Symbolically, the transport convoy for these forces had just yesterday passed a large tanker convoy bound for Japan with captured Dutch Oil from Sumatra to feed the Imperial war machine. Hyakatuke was well pleased with the forces assigned to him for the upcoming attack on Southern China, but the scope of the operation concerned him. As if he could hear his commander's thoughts, Hyakatuke's Chief of Staff, Major General Akisaburo Futami spoke. "That would be the 2nd Division already. Progress is a bit ahead of schedule so far, Sir. I am also pleased to report that the supply convoy has radioed in and will make port within 48 hours. Furthermore, the 7th Bomber Wing's air groups are staging from Hainan Island this morning, so air support should be ready. Operation Red Dragon should be able to commence as planned. We can almost walk the men off the ships and directly into battle at Wuchow. 13th and 23rd Armies also report ready to commence the attack. It would appear that everything is arranged." Hyakatuke smiled at this ten thousandth recitation of his Chief of Staff's favorite phrase. The man believed that war consisted of moving enough bullets and rice bags from point A to point B. Then again, moving rice was his job, and there was some truth to the idea that logistics won battles. "What of aerial recon?" asked the Commander. "Latest reports show all target cities still lightly held, particularly Wuchow and Kweilin," said Akisaburo. "I will grudgingly admit that Imperial General Headquarters planned this Op well, and that surprise is likely, but it won't last. There are vast, uncommitted Chinese Armies in the interior that will react," replied Hyakatuke. Akisaburo looked pensive. "But keeping the enemy's reserves occupied is the purpose of the northern pincer, yes?" "Correct, but the sheer size of the enemy's forces could allow him to block all of our advances under the right circumstances," said Hyakatuke. "Sir, don't forget our qualitative advantages. It is no exaggeration to say that each of our men is worth ten of the Kuomintang." "True enough. That leaves me with only one thing to worry about," mused Hyakatuke. "What is that, General?" "The eleventh Chinaman, Futami."
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