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There is an inconspicuous three-story building outside the Daxi Railway Station.
The headquarters of the 133rd Division is hidden in this small building.
In the observation post on the third floor of the small building, Li Yueshen, commander of the 133rd Division, was observing the battlefield ahead through a telescope.
In the end, Li Yueshen put down the telescope in despair, because in the entire field of view of the telescope, except for the smoke of gunfire, he could see nothing else.
Even so, Japanese bombers continued to swoop down.
"Boom!" screamed, rows of aerial bombs fell, and then exploded violently.
Red light bloomed, flames rolled, and the powerful shock wave instantly tore all buildings within a few dozen meters of the explosion point into pieces.
The entire small building where the division headquarters is located is shaking violently, and it seems that it may collapse at any time.
The combat staff and guards at the division headquarters were very nervous, fearing that the small building would really collapse.
Only Li Yueshen remained unmoved, but his brows were also filled with deep worries. He was worried about the safety of the frontline officers and soldiers. Ishihara Wanji, the old devil, seemed to be really anxious this time, and he had really spent a lot of money! They were actually willing to rain steel on the defensive position of their 133rd Division!
"Such an intensity of steel rain can certainly kill a large number of the effective forces of their 133rd Division, but the price is undoubtedly very high, and it costs money!"
The indiscriminate bombing by the Japanese air force lasted for half an hour.
Just when Li Yueshen thought the bombing was over, the scream of artillery shells came through the sky again.
"You son of a bitch, the Japanese don't want to live anymore!" Li Yueshen couldn't help shouting.
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? Less than 20 kilometers away from the 133rd Division Headquarters is Yangmiding Railway Station.
The division headquarters of the Japanese 18th Division is located in the station building. At this moment, the division commander of the 18th Division, Mutaguchi Renya, and the chief of staff, Otsukaner, were standing on the rooftop of the building, holding binoculars. Watch the battle from a distance.
Seeing that the national army positions in the field of vision were completely covered by the smoke of the explosion, Mutaguchi Renya and Ogoshi Kenji immediately showed cruel pleasure on their faces.
"Hey," Mutaguchi Lian said proudly, "Such a high-intensity bombing, even the Soviet army in the Battle of Nomenkan could do nothing more than that, right?"
The Battle of Nomenkan was a taboo topic among the Japanese army.
Because in the Battle of Nomenkan, the Soviet army's powerful artillery firepower and aviation firepower left a deep impression on the Japanese army. Especially when the Soviet army launched an attack on the Japanese army and steel rain fell on the Japanese defense positions, the feeling that penetrated deeply into the soul A critical strike can really destroy a person's will.
Mutaguchi Lian also did not participate in the Battle of Nomenkan.
¡°But he felt that the Soviet army¡¯s firepower in the Battle of Nomenkan was at best at this level.
Therefore, the outcome of this battle can be foreseen. The Kwantung Army failed to withstand the Soviet army's rain of steel in the Battle of Nomenkan and collapsed. Then the Chinese army on the opposite side was even less able to withstand their rain of steel and collapsed. It was an inevitable result. He seemed to have seen the forward of the 18th Division crossing Meiktila and advancing north.
Kenji Ogoshi was also deeply fascinated by the rain of steel, and said leisurely: "Such a picture is really full of industrial beauty. Has the industrial level of the Empire of Japan reached this level?"
"Okoshi-kun, this is just the beginning." Mutaguchi Renya smiled slightly and said, "Order, the 15th Regiment of the Independent Field Heavy Artillery and the 18th Regiment of the Field Artillery to finish shooting all the artillery shells carried by the army! This time, regardless of the How can we cooperate with the air force to blow up the China Army's positions into a barren wasteland!"
Dayue and his second pause said: "Hai."
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Let¡¯s talk about the defensive position of the 133rd Division.
It was not long before the bombing by the Japanese air force was coming to an end. Just when Yang Zheng thought he could finally take a breath, a short scream suddenly sounded above his head.
"What the hell!" Yang Zheng immediately began to wail.
Are you still going to let people live? It¡¯s really endless, right?
But no matter how much you wailed, it was of no use. The steel rain fired by the Japanese artillery still poured down violently.
In an instant, the 133rd Division's defensive position burst into bursts of red light one after another, and then flames rolled, smoke filled the air, and shock waves roared past, tearing everything apart.
Yang Zheng could no longer care about anything else. He could only put his fists under his chest and lie down in the trench.
While lying on the ground, Yang Zheng opened his mouth slightly, so that the air pressure inside and outside the mouth can be consistent, otherwise the powerful sound waves generated by the explosion can shatter his eardrums.
"Boom, boom, boom" The explosions continued.
Even though Yang Zheng had opened his mouth, the huge sound wave still caused him to completely lose his hearing.
There was also a strong shock wave transmitted from the ground beneath him, which almost numbed his hands underneath him. It is completely conceivable that if there were not two fists on his body, his internal organs would have been affected by this shock wave. It was completely shattered and killed by the shock wave of large-caliber artillery shells. How could someone be so cruel?
At this time, the only thing Yang Zheng can do is wait.
When the Japanese bombardment finally ended, the floating soil covering Yang Zheng's body was at least twenty or thirty centimeters thick!
Feeling that the Japanese bombardment had extended, Yang Zheng tried his best to free his body from the floating soil, then lay on his back in the trench and gasped greedily.
After more than ten seconds, Yang Zheng finally came back to his senses.
Then he stood up staggeringly and looked around, only to see that the entire defensive position of their 133rd Division had been blown up beyond recognition by Japanese bombers and artillery groups.
All the fortifications have been plowed over, and they no longer look like carefully constructed fortifications.
There are broken bodies scattered everywhere on the battlefield, a burnt palm here, a blackened broken leg there, and even a completely burnt head. It's really miserable.
Yang Zheng suddenly wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry.
A cry was stuck in his throat, causing Yang Zheng's face to turn black from the suffocation, or maybe it was actually caused by gunpowder smoke.
At this moment, Yang Zheng's mood really cannot be described in words. If he had to describe it in one sentence, it would be that his whole body was about to explode.
An unprecedented violence suddenly burst out from the depths of Yang Zheng's heart.
At this time, a clear gunshot suddenly came from the front line.
The guard post actually survived this wave of ultra-high-intensity steel rain and performed his duties. Although what awaited him after shooting was to be shot to death by the Japanese infantry who swarmed up. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com